by Roxy Sloane
Oh God. I let out a whimper.
“I’d pinch those tight little nipples,” he continues, his voice so even, relentless, filling my mind. “Hell, maybe I’d even take them in my mouth. Would you like that, Keely? Do you want me to suck on your nipples?”
“Yes,” I manage. My breasts are swollen, my nipples puckered at the thought. “Oh god, please.”
“I thought you might.” Vaughn keeps walking, circling around me. His footsteps stop, back by my rear.
“Damn,” he murmurs. “You’re dripping wet. You want my cock so bad, don’t you?”
I’m past words now, so I just moan my agreement.
“Looking at you like this is making me hard,” Vaughn’s voice continues, behind me, out of sight. “I could pound you right now, drive into that aching pussy. I’d fill you so deep, you’d be screaming. Hard and fast, baby, fucking you like an animal. Do you want it, Keely? Do you?”
“Vaughn!” It’s all I can do to stay on my hands and knees, I’m so weak with desire. “Please, I need you.”
“What you need is to learn some damn respect.”
Suddenly, a stinging slap lands on my right ass cheek.
I let out a scream of surprise. Vaughn spanks me again, the sound ringing out, and I jolt forwards from the impact, gasping in pain.
“You need to learn that I’m in charge.” Vaughn’s hand smooths over the spot he just spanked, with a warm caress. I moan, pleasure replacing the pain in an instant. “You need to learn, the only thing that matters here is what I fucking want.”
He spanks me again, hard and sharp. The pain shatters through me, and I gasp with shock, but right again, he’s smoothing, caressing, soft and sweet.
Pain mingles with pleasure, blood rushing through my body.
Oh god. It feels so good.
“The rules are very simple.” Vaughn lands a slap on my other ass cheek. “You do exactly as I say, you’ll be rewarded.” He spanks me again, harder this time, and I cry out. But then his hand is stroking, lower, his fingers dipping down between my crease to slide over my wet aching lips.
I shudder, whimpering, bucking back against his hand. But then it’s gone, replaced by a series of harsh, stinging slaps that rain down on my cheeks and tender thighs without pause. “Disobey me, and you’ll be punished.” Vaughn says roughly, punctuating every smack. “And I will make you hurt, baby. Don’t think that I won’t.”
Five, six, seven slaps. He doesn’t stop. Oh God, he doesn’t stop.
Eight, nine. I cry out now, biting down on the inside of my cheek, my body jerking forward with the force of every blow.
But somehow, I want it. Ten, eleven. I chant along in my head, dizzy now, gasping for more. The sting, that exquisite burn, Vaughn times it just right, landing just the right amount of pressure to shock my body, making my head spin and my knees weak. Pleasure and pain mingling together, a sweet, sharp rush like nothing in the world.
Twelve.
Vaughn delivers the final slap with a growl. I can hear him breathing behind me, ragged.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. I can only whimper in response, my head spinning, and then he’s stroking, oh, his fingers whisper over me again, both hands this time, brushing softly over the pained, swollen skin, around my thighs, up over my naked back and shoulders.
It’s sweet relief, a wave of pleasure. I gasp, arching under his touch. Aching between my thighs to feel him. God, I need him there so much.
“You’ll be sore for days,” Vaughn murmurs, his hands gliding down again to cup and squeeze my cheeks. “I want you to remember what happens when you disobey me.”
A sinful thought fills my mind.
I should disobey him more often.
But then Vaughn’s hands are spreading me, easing my ass cheeks apart, and there isn’t time for thinking. I brace myself to finally take him between my thighs, but instead I feel his finger slide along my crack, rubbing softly over my asshole.
I tense, letting out a breath of surprise.
“What do we have here?” Vaughn sounds amused. He traces a light circle around me again, and I gasp, flinching away from his touch.
He can’t. He shouldn’t.
“A sweet virgin asshole.” Vaughn grips my hips hard in one hand, forcing me in place. I try to shrink away from his touch, blushing furiously, but he holds tight.
His finger slides over me again, probing gently at my back entrance. “You’ve never had anyone touch you here before?” he asks, sounding curious.
“No,” I say, my cheeks burning. I can’t believe he’s doing this, but my body is already shaking, the sensation of his touch there so foreign and new.
Dirty.
Wrong.
He wiggles his finger gently, probing just inside. Oh god. I hear myself moan at the pressure, and feel a flush of embarrassment.
“So tight,” Vaughn breathes approvingly. “We’ll have to work you up good before you can take me.”
What? I tense with shock, struggling in his hands. I can’t. He’s so big. There’s no way--
“Easy.” Vaughn laughs, holding me tight. “I won’t fuck your ass just yet. I’m going to start you real slow. Show you just how good it can feel.”
I’m still tense with panic but he spreads my ass cheeks wide, exposing me. Then I feel something foreign: hot and wet, probing at the delicate ring of flesh.
His tongue.
Holy shit.
I gasp, falling forwards onto my elbows as Vaughn licks me, swirling his tongue around, probing the tip inside me.
No. Oh God. It’s so wrong, but I can’t help whimper with pleasure. The delicate pressure, the wetness, back there. I’ve never felt anything like it before. I never thought I’d love it like this.
And then Vaughn slides a hand up between my thighs and strokes over my clit.
I scream. The sensation crashes through me, his stroking, firm on my clit, rubbing over and over as his tongue swirls back there.
“Oh god,” I gasp, shaking. It’s too much, the pleasure breaking through my body. I can’t stand it, I feel like I’m going to explode. His tongue wriggles and probes at me, so wet, so fucking wrong. I’m sobbing now, gasping for air, on my hands and knees and at his total mercy.
“Vaughn,” I moan, drowning under his touch, falling into the darkness, holding on for dear life. “Oh my god!”
I feel him chuckle against me. He rubs me harder, and oh God, it feels so good. I cry out, driving back against his hand. His tongue probes deeper into me, and I’m coming apart now, I can’t help it, my whole body shaking with sensation.
It’s too hot, too dark, too fucking forbidden. It’s wrong of me to like this, to whimper and beg and thrust my ass back against his mouth, but I can’t help it. I’m consumed, out of my mind with the pleasure.
Vaughn stops licking me, and I cry out to feel the absence of his tongue, but then a sharp slap rains down on my ass and the force sends me reeling.
“You like it hard,” he gasps, ragged. “Fuck, Keely, you’re a goddamn miracle. Tell me how you want it!”
“Like this!” I sob, thrusting against his hand. I’m past caring how it looks, past thought, all that matters in the world is the relentless rub of his fingers, so fucking perfect on my clit, and the sting of pressure on my skin. “Like this.”
“Fuck!”
Vaughn spanks me again, a stinging blow. Again.
“Yes!” I scream, thrusting faster. I’m climbing, cresting, oh God, I’m on the edge, I can’t take it any longer. “More! More!”
Vaughn lets out a savage roar, thrusting two fingers deep inside my aching pussy as his other hand cracks hard against my ass, spanking me relentlessly.
I lose my mind.
He curls his fingers up, fucking me deeper with his hand, spanking me again, over and over until the pleasure and pain is too much to take I break apart, screaming his name as I shatter, ecstasy flooding every cell in my body and robbing me of all thought, all power, all words.
I’m done. Br
oken.
His.
SIXTEEN
VAUGHN
Fucking hell.
I inhale a rasping breath, feeling her pussy clench around my fingers. She’s collapsed, whimpering and naked on the coffee table as her orgasm crashes through her delicious body, wave after wave.
I step back and watch her writhe, her naked ass red and mottled with the imprint of my hand. Branded. Like she should be. I’m hard as a fucking rock here, straining in my jeans, but I want to savor every moment of her surrender.
Goddamn, this girl is heaven.
I knew she’d be sweet, but this? This is beyond. Screaming my name, begging me to spank her. She rode my fingers like a fucking rodeo, desperate for release. All her inhibitions stripped away, until there was nothing but desire and need written all over that pretty face.
She’s made for submission. And this is only the beginning. I haven’t even gotten started on her yet. That mouth is going to beg for me again; that tight little asshole is going to stretch wide open for my cock.
And her cunt...
Yeah, that dripping, juicy cunt belongs to me now. I’m going to fuck it every which way, pound into her until she’s begging me to stop, until she’s bruised and aching and still can’t help but come her fucking brains out when I give her the word.
Nobody turns me down, dammit.
Keely rolls over and lifts herself up on her elbows. Her hair is mussed, her cheeks are pink. But the way she looks at me...
Hell, I feel it everywhere.
“Hey,” she whispers, looking bashful.
“Hey yourself.“ I drink her in, those pert breasts all puckered and tight. The curve of her body, the rise and fall of her chest. She’s so fucking beautiful right now, I could watch her for days.
If my cock wasn’t demanding satisfaction right this minute.
“That was...” Keely trails off. Her eyes widen and I can see reality start to sink back in, that little voice in her head reminding her she just came her fucking brains out with my tongue up her ass.
Time to shut that voice up for good.
I reach out and yank her to her feet. “That was your warm-up,” I growl, grabbing her hand and moving it to cover my hard, straining cock. “This is the main course. Are you ready for me?”
She bobs her head in an eager nod. “Yes,” she gasps. “Vaughn, please.”
Damn, I love to hear her beg me.
“Go to the bedroom.” I point her down the hall. “Lay on the bed, spread your legs, and wait for me. And no touching,” I order her, slipping my hand between her legs. I give her a swift, possessive stroke, making her moan.
“This is my property now,” I growl, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure. “This pussy belongs to me. You don’t come again until I’ve taken my pleasure.”
“Yes, Vaughn.” She gives me a breathless smile, swaying against me. “Whatever you want. Just tell me what to do.”
“Oh, I will.” I circle her clit and then tweak it hard. She squeals with pleasure. “I’ve gone gentle on you so far,” I warn her. “But believe me, I’m hungry now. Ravenous for your sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good, this tight little cunt will never be the same.”
Keely looks dazed, panting for me, dripping with desire.
Oh yeah, she’s ready.
“Go.” I order her. She turns to follow my order, and I can’t help but land another stinging slap on that perfect ass. Keely moans.
“Legs spread, hands above your head,” I remind her. She scampers down the hallway to my bedroom like her feet are on fire.
Ready. Willing.
Mine.
I go pour another drink. I could tell myself it’s to make her wait, but the truth is, I need a moment to regain control. I feel like a fucking teenager, so fucking horny for her I’m about to shoot my wad the minute I slide inside of her.
Unacceptable. I want to pound that pussy all night long.
Get your shit together, Vaughn.
I gulp down the whiskey, and take a couple of breaths. Better. She’s probably moaning for me already, those sweet thighs spread and trembling. Desperate to touch herself. But she won’t. She knows better now than to test me, not after that spanking I delivered earlier.
She’ll wait until I’m good and ready to fuck her.
I switch the music, playing it through the speakers I have wired all around the house -- even the shower. Hmmm. There’s an idea. I think I’ll have to fuck her there too when I’m done; pressed up against the glass, soap suds sliding down her body.
We’ve got all night.
I pour another drink and turn to head back to the bedroom. Then my phone rings, loud in the room.
I check the screen. Unknown number. Seventeen missed calls.
Fuck.
I answer. “This better be a goddamn emergency,” I growl before the other person can speak. “Because I’m ten seconds away from getting laid and you do not want to fuck with me right now.”
“As long as the lady in question is Miss Fawes, we won’t have a problem.”
It’s the client, that slimy asshole. I feel a brief flash of guilt that he’s the reason I’ve got Keely spread out on my bed, but I push it away.
We’re way past that now. She stopped being just a job to me a long time ago.
“Yeah, it’s Keely,” I answer, going to the window. I look out at the city lights below. “I told you. Nobody turns me down. She’s begging for it, just like I said she would.”
“Good,” he says shortly. “Remember, I want evidence. Photos or video. Some of her used underwear if you can.”
Who the fuck is this guy? I think of Keely, waiting for me in the next room, wanting me, trusting me. Mine. I haven’t felt this way in years. I never thought I would again.
The client clicks his tongue impatiently, bringing me back to the job at hand. “Do you want me to stand around talking to you, or do you want me to get the job done?” I ask.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” he says, and hangs up.
Finally.
I stalk down the hallway, and push open the bedroom door with a crash. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I ask, but my words die in my throat.
She’s not here.
I look around, towards the bathroom, but there’s no sign of her. The patio door is open, night air blowing cold.
Then I hear a car engine. I rush out the bedroom and sprint to the front door. I throw it open in time to see headlights. Keely reverses out of my driveway with a screech.
“Keely!” I yell.
But she’s already gone.
SEVENTEEN
KEELY
I drive home, tears streaming down my face, flooding my eyes until I can barely see the road in front of me, my heart aching so much it feels like my chest has been cleaved in two.
How could I be so stupid?
“I told you. Nobody turns me down. She’s begging for it, just like I said she would.”
The snippet of conversation I overheard echoes in my mind. His voice, so cavalier and cruel.
Who was he speaking to? How could he talk about me that way?
I’ve never done anything even close to that. I’d come so close to giving him everything. Letting him do all those things to my body. It was so freeing, to give myself up to the sensations I’d been dead to for so long. He never made me any promises, but I thought our connection was real; that the charge between us meant something. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Was this just some fucked-up game to him?
You were just a cheap slut. A filthy whore for him to use.
I finally pull into my garage and sit there, sobbing helplessly in the dark. The pain in my chest is unbearable. I feel so humiliated. After I heard what he said on the phone, I didn’t even have time to grab my clothes or purse. I’m wearing nothing but one of Vaughn’s shirts, that I found over the back of a chair as I bolted out the back door.
The fabric smells of him, taunting me with memories.
Oh God,
I wanted him so much. I would have done anything he asked; totally surrendered to the moment and that dominating glint in his dark eyes.
It was a lucky escape, I tell myself miserably.
Finally, my sobs subside and I get out of the car. My phone is ringing. Thank god I’d left it in the car -- Vaughn, I know before I even check the screen. I decline the call, but seconds later, it starts ringing again.
I can’t face talking to him, so I just switch the ringer off, fumbling for my keys as I climb the steps to my apartment. But when I reach the front porch, there’s someone waiting for me.
“June?” I ask, recognizing Ashcroft’s nurse. “What are you doing here?” I hope she doesn’t notice I’m only wearing a man’s shirt.
She steps into the light, and I can see she’s been crying too. “Are you OK?” I ask, my own problems pushed aside. “Come in, please.”
I unlock the door and open it for her, but she shakes her head. “I can’t stay. If they find out I’ve been talking to you...” She looks nervously around. “I’m going to my sister’s tonight. She lives in Atlanta. I should be safe there.”
“Safe from who?” My head is spinning. “What are you talking about? Who would find out?”
“I have to tell you something before I go,” she whispers, dropping her voice. “He made me promise to tell you.”
“Ashcroft?” I try to follow.
June nods. A car passes by and she startles, drawing closer to me. “He’s dead,” she tells me, wide-eyed. “He died tonight. They say it was another stroke.”
“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” I say. “But, I don’t understand. Why are you here? Do you need to talk to the office--”
“No!” she yelps. “You can’t trust them. Don’t trust anyone.” She grips my arms, her expression full of fear. “They’ll come after you now. They won’t stop for anything.”
“Why? June, you’re scaring me.” I try to pull away, but she’s holding too tight. “Nobody’s going to come after me. I’m just a paralegal. I’m nobody.”
“Not anymore.” June swallows. “He named you his heir. In his final will, Ashcroft left you everything. Five hundred million dollars.”
What?
