by Roxy Sloane
I have to gasp for air, remembering the pleasure that crashed through me from his tongue. I can’t imagine what’s in store for me later, how anything could possibly be hotter, feel any better than the heaven he’s already shown me, but Vaughn promised, it was only the beginning.
Tonight...
I shiver, my nipples growing hard under my clothes just at the memory of the look in his eyes. A promise. An ultimatum.
I surrendered, let him take control—and he took it.
I don’t know anything about him, but I can’t pretend any longer, I don’t want to run anymore. I don’t care about the consequences. That man is a force of nature, and I’m through trying to stand in his way. I don’t care what that makes me, I just know I’ve never felt a desire like this before.
I want to feel alive. I want to feel.
I let myself into my apartment, already feeling the sick giddy kick of anticipation in my stomach. I have an hour to get ready, so I take a shower, carefully washing every inch of my body.
“I want you wet and ready for me.”
Vaughn’s words echo in my head. Well, that won’t be a problem. I spent all day in a damp, aching haze, feeling the whisper of cool air between my thighs where my panties used to be.
I never realized going bare could make me feel so sexy, so daring. Like I was hiding a secret only he would know.
Drying off, I go to my wardrobe. I know that whatever I pick will be crumpled on Vaughn’s bedroom floor before long, but I still want to look good for him. I deliberate for ages before picking out a simple black silk dress. It fits me like a glove, with tiny spaghetti straps, and a deep V that laces up in the back. I usually wear underwear and a slip with it, but tonight, I leave them off: sliding the fabric over my naked body.
It settles in a whisper, shockingly sensual against my skin. Already, my body is sensitive, my nipples swollen with anticipation, aching for his touch.
I slide on a pair of strappy black sandals and pin my hair up, applying a coat of red lipstick. I haven’t worn it since I bought it on impulse, years ago, but now I like the way it looks: a bold slash of red against my pale skin.
There.
I stare at my reflection, feeling a tremor of nerves. I look all grown up.
A woman.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. But as I take a deep breath, I feel a thrill coursing through my bloodstream.
Just tonight, I’ll be wanton, reckless. Just tonight, I’ll discover what it’s like to let someone else take control and live life on the edge.
I collect my purse and jacket, and leave.
* * *
Vaughn’s address is up in the Hollywood Hills. I drive the narrow, twisting road with my heart in my throat. Just a week ago, I would have never agreed to this, never put on this dress and gotten in my car. But now?
I couldn’t turn back if I tried.
I reach his turning, high in the canyon, and head off the main road, down a short driveway.
Wow.
The house is modern, a white cube set precariously on the edge of the hill, looking out over the whole city. There’s a silver sports car in the car-port, so I pull up behind it, turning off the engine.
I thought I would be nervous when I got here. But instead a hot anticipation fills me. This may be the craziest thing I’ve ever agreed to—and I can’t wait to start.
I get out and carefully make my way down the path to the front door. It opens before I even reach for the doorbell.
“Hello, Keely.”
My heart stops. Vaughn is standing in the doorway, smiling a heart-stopping smile. He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans that hug the curve of his ass, with a crisp white shirt open at the throat to show his tanned skin and a dusting of dark hairs.
He looks incredible.
“Come.” He beckons me, and I take a nervous step forward into the house.
Music is playing, some sultry jazz song, and when I look around, I feel even more out of my league. The house is open-plan, with stream-lined modern furnishings and vibrant abstract art. The whole back wall is made of glass, with jaw-dropping views of Los Angeles, lit up in a neon grid below us.
“This place is amazing, really hidden away,” I say. “Have you lived here long? I love the canyons--”
“Stop talking.”
Vaughn cuts me short. He strolls towards me, lazy as a panther, and places a possessive finger over my lips.
“I’m going to tell you how tonight is going to go,” he says with a smoldering look. “Pay attention, because I’ll only say this once.” His voice is low and measured, but there’s a thread of steel in his tone that makes my stomach drop.
“I don’t want to talk about the traffic, or the weather, or any other boring bullshit. Your mouth is too useful to waste on such trivial things. In fact, I don’t require you to speak at all. Not unless you’re begging,” he adds with a dangerous smile. “Yes, Vaughn. More, Vaughn. Harder, Vaughn.”
Dear God.
Heat rushes through me. He’s so dominating.
“In fact, if you do speak out of turn, I might have to inflict some kind of punishment.” Vaughn smiles again, glittering and deadly. “Nod if you understand.”
I nod, my knees trembling. This is nothing like our encounter in the bathroom or even in the library. I wonder what kind of punishment he means, and if I’d like it; I almost want to test him, but if the past few days have taught me anything, I know that he never bluffs. “Yes, Vaughn,” I whisper, already so turned on I can barely stand.
“Good girl.” Vaughn’s hand trails down from my lips, over my collarbone, around to fondle my breast. I suck in a breath, his thumb teasing over my nipple.
“No underwear?” Vaughn quirks an eyebrow. “How very naughty of you, Miss Fawes.”
He strokes again, squeezing the tight bud. Pleasure floods through me. But then, just as quickly, he takes his hand away. I stifle a whimper of dismay.
“Not yet.” Vaughn looks amused. “You haven’t earned it.”
I blink at him in confusion. I thought he wanted to touch me, that’s what he’s been promising all this time.
“You said ‘no’ to me, Keely.” Vaughn’s face darkens. “You made me chase you. Now, you need to learn who’s in control. I decide your pleasure. I’m in charge now.”
Vaughn steps closer to me. Heat radiates from his body, the muscles tightly coiled like a predator. “You don’t get to play hard to get anymore.” He looks down at me, his face set with determination. “Tonight, you submit to me completely. Whatever I say, you do it. Whatever I want, you provide. No questions. No protests. Do you understand?”
I don’t say anything.
He glares at me. “Do. You. Understand?”
I nod. “Yes, Vaughn.” My stomach is in knots, but it’s a thrilling sensation..
I want to surrender. I want to submit. I want to know what it’s like to have him control me, completely.
“Good. Now get on your knees.”
My heart stops.
“You heard me.” Vaughn stares at me, his eyes dark and uncompromising. “Get on your knees. And this better be the last time you make me repeat myself.”
A thrill shivers through me. I never thought I could like this, never thought I’d want anyone to talk to me like this. But God, he’s sexy when he orders me around.
I slowly sink to my knees in front of him.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Vaughn continues, looming above me with a dark gleam in his eyes.
I do as he says.
“Now open your mouth.”
I gasp for air, my lips falling wide open.
“Now, don’t you make a pretty picture?” Vaughn smiles, casually unzipping his jeans. “I’ve been imagining you like this since the moment we met. Except, in my fantasies, you’re begging to suck my cock. What can we do about that?”
My heart is racing, loud enough that he has to hear it too. I’ve never felt so helpless in my life, kneeling here with my mouth wide open,
panting for breath.
And I’ve never felt so turned on.
“You remember this, don’t you?” Vaughn pushes his jeans open and unleashes his dick.
Jesus, he’s massive.
Vaughn lets out a low chuckle. “Look at you, panting already. You want it bad. You’ve never had a cock like this before.”
He’s right. I can’t take my eyes off him. Down here on my knees, it looks even bigger than before: nine inches of hard muscle, the veins straining down the length of him.
I want to taste him.
Unconsciously, I lick my lips. Vaughn’s breath catches.
“Damn, baby.” He strokes himself, getting even harder in his hands. “You really have been starved. When was the last time you got a good mouthful?”
I pause, uncertain. Is this a trap?
Vaughn gives me a brief, reassuring smile. “You can answer.”
I catch my breath. “A guy I dated in college,” I admit. I usually don’t like going down on guys. It’s always messy and gross, the smell, the taste of it. But Vaughn is different. God, just the sight of him makes me wet and aching. “But he wasn’t...”
“Wasn’t what?” Vaughn keeps stroking himself, almost absently. His cock jerks in his hand, straining. Huge and ready.
“Wasn’t anything like you,” I whisper.
“Nobody is.” Vaughn strolls closer. “You want to taste me,” he says in a low voice. His eyes fix on me, and I can’t look away.
I nod, my breath catching in my throat.
“You want me to fuck your wet, empty mouth,” Vaughn says softly.
I moan.
“You want to suck me down until you can’t take anymore. You want to lick my balls, and choke as my cum drips down your chin.”
“Yes.” I tremble, amazed at how his words possess me. I’m consumed with lust, dizzy and gasping. I’m empty, and I need him to fill me, now.
“Louder.” Vaughn orders, looming over me.
“Yes!” I cry. “Please!”
“Please what?” Vaughn taunts me.
“Please!” I cry, desperate. I don’t care that I’m begging, I don’t care about anything at all except the rush of lust consuming me, the aching need clawing me from within. “Let me suck you! I need you, Vaughn, please!”
Victory flashes on his face. “Very well,” he drawls, “You may suck my dick.”
FOURTEEN
VAUGHN
She takes a deep breath like she’s preparing herself, but I don’t wait. I close the distance between us, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting my cock into deep her open mouth.
Like that, baby. Just the way you begged.
Keely moans, closing her lips around me and sucking deep. She can barely fit my head in her mouth, I’m too big, but she swirls her tongue around me, eager for a taste. Damn, if I’ll deny her now. I rock my hips back and thrust in again, deeper this time, all the way to the back of her throat.
She takes me all the way in. I bury my hands in her hair, pulling it free from its neat pinned style and using it to yank her face down again, controlling the tempo, fucking that perfect mouth over and over until she’s moaning into my dick, her whole body rising and falling with every stroke, her hands still clutched behind her back.
I watch the slide of bright red lipstick smear up and down my shaft, my brain fading as tension coils tighter in my balls and the world shrinks to just her lips and tongue and those whimpers of pleasure she sounds in the back of her throat.
Fuck, she’s good. I never imagined it could feel like this.
Keely lifts her head, breaking pace, and now she’s licking along the length of me, swirling her tongue, closing her lips in a tight vice to play with the ridge around my head. She ducks lower, licking my balls, and then fuck, she takes one of the sacs between her lips and sucks the whole damn thing into her mouth.
I groan as the sensation crashes through me. Goddamn, this girl is a miracle. “Fuck, baby. Yeah. Suck me.”
Keely answers with a whimper, her tongue straying further to lick along my taint until I’m shuddering and close to the edge. Still, she teases me, lapping me like a fucking ice-cream, her tongue dancing over my shaft and head, too fucking soft.
“Enough!” I growl, grabbing her hair again and forcing her mouth back down the length of me. “No more fucking around. Take it all!”
Keely moans, angling her head to take me deeper, all the way down her throat. Fuck. The pressure is incredible. Now I’m close to losing it, blood pounding in my ears and straining in my cock.
I thrust deep into her throat, lost in the wetness, the hot slide of her mouth. Over and over, she take me, sucking me down a little deeper every time, until the whole massive, throbbing length of me is buried between those juicy red lips and I can feel the ridges of her throat rubbing against my head with every thrust.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, tortured. I pump harder, cresting, so fucking close to the edge.
Keely lifts her eyes to me, wild and bright with lust. Her face is flushed, she’s sobbing in eager moans with every bob of her head, gorging on me, desperate for more. Fuck, she’s close to losing it too. I can see it in her face, the urgency, the ecstasy. She wants it, wants everything I have, begging me with her eyes, and something about her feverish need pushes me over the fucking edge and I come with a savage cry.
“Fuck!” I roar, spurting down her throat in a hot gush as the pleasure crashes through me like a goddamn tidal wave and I lose my fucking mind.
FIFTEEN
KEELY
I drink him down hungrily, milking every last shudder as his orgasm fades away. I’m on my knees, but I’ve never felt so powerful -- never lost myself in giving pleasure like this before, the whole world fading until there’s nothing but my mouth and his gorgeous cock and the ache in my body, dear Lord, so sharp and unsatisfied.
I sit back, reeling, every limb flooded with sensation. I don’t know how; he hasn’t even laid a hand on me yet, but I’m coiled tight and gasping. I feel like I could come from just a single touch.
Vaughn gazes down at me. “Very nice,” he murmurs, reaching out to wipe a drop of cum from my lips. He puts his thumb into his mouth and sucks. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
I feel a flush of pride.
“You’re close?” His eyes sweep over me.
“Yes,” I whisper. I’m trembling here, so wet between my thighs, every part of me aching for him.
“Good. You should know what it feels like to want someone this bad.” Vaughn pulls his jeans back up, strolling over to the bar in the corner. “It’s agony, isn’t it? Needing something only I can give you. Desperate to feel me slide inside that juicy cunt. Think about that, Keely. Think about my cock driving deep inside you, all of me, right up to the fucking hilt.”
His words wash over me with a shudder, and I imagine just how good that would feel.
Vaughn takes his sweet time. He pours himself a drink of whiskey while I wait. The sharp point of my heels are digging painfully into the back of my bare thighs, but I wouldn’t break position right now for a million dollars.
I’m empty. I’m aching. I need him so bad I feel like I’m going to die.
“Get up,” Vaughn finally orders me.
I scramble to my feet in relief. My legs are unsteady. I sway, trying to stand straight, but my heartbeat races in anticipation as Vaughn slowly walks back towards me.
“Now take off your dress. Let me look at that beautiful body you’ve been hiding from me.”
We’re in the middle of his living room, the lights bright, the windows open for anyone to see.
I unhook one strap, then the other. The dress slips off my body in a shiver of silk, pooling around my ankles on the floor.
I’m totally naked in my heels.
Vaughn stares at me, his gaze burning across my skin. My breasts. My stomach. Down to the neat triangle between my trembling thighs.
I feel a flicker of power. I straighten up, tilting my hip, showing my
self to him. I’ve always felt awkward in my skin, but tonight, a sudden confidence lifts me.
That’s desire on his face. Hunger in his eyes. For me.
I start to pivot, turning in a slow circle for him to see. God, I can’t wait for him to touch me. Surely it has to be soon. I can feel his hands already, imagining their rough touch--
Suddenly his voice cuts me off. “Stop.”
I freeze. Vaughn’s face is dark. “You’re not wearing stockings,” he says. My heart skips. “I told you,” he continues, his voice silky but threatening. “I wanted to fuck you in those stockings.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, blood rushing to my face. “I forgot.”
“I don’t care about the reason.” Vaughn’s eyes glitter. “You’ve disobeyed me. That means you need to be punished.”
My stomach clenches with nerves. “But, please--”
“Silence!” Vaughn roars.
My protest dies on my lips.
“On the table,” Vaughn orders me, pointing to the coffee table. It’s set in front of the sofa, a low perspex frame. “Hands and knees. Now.”
I hurry to do as he says, my heart pounding with anticipation. Oh God, what’s he going to do to me now?
The plastic is cold and hard against my naked skin, but I get down on all fours on top of it like he ordered, my hair falling forwards around my face.
My breasts tremble, swinging free beneath me. My bare ass juts up into the air, which is cold against my skin, the wet heat exposed between my thighs. I’m open, naked, displayed to him, totally powerless.
It’s shameful, dirty. And God, I feel a whole new kind of thrill.
“Well look at you…” Vaughn’s voice drawls, amused. He slowly paces around the table, examining me from every angle. “Don’t you make a pretty sight?”
My stomach curls to feel his gaze on me. I focus on my breathing, coming in low, shallow pants. Every sense in my body is alive. Every part of me screams for release.
“If you weren’t such a bad girl, I’d be touching you right now.” Vaughn’s voice caresses me, smooth as molasses. “I’d be stroking those juicy breasts, slow the way you want.”
