The Seduction 3

by Sloane, Roxy

  Whatever happens, I know this is going to be a night I’ll never forget.

  13

  VAUGHN

  The gala is like a who’s who of New York’s richest assholes, all crammed into the ritziest hotel in the city paying ten thousand dollars a plate to feel superior to the charity cases they’re supposed to be helping. The minute I step through the door, I wish I’d never come.

  But Keely wants me here. She needs the support. And fuck it, there’s an open bar.

  I head through the crowd, elbowing my way past the Wall Street types and their glammed-up wives.

  “Can I get you a drink, sir?” The bartender clearly knows his shit, because one look at me, and he’s already reaching for the top-shelf stuff.

  “Whiskey. Neat.”

  “That’s my man.”

  I turn. It’s that asshole from Keely’s firm back in LA. Carter Abrams, looking smug as fuck in a loud paisley-print tie.

  “Great party, am I right?” he sneers at me. “But I thought you said you didn’t have a relationship with Keely.”

  This old bullshit.

  “She doesn’t work for you anymore,” I tell him, ice-cold. “So there’s nothing inappropriate about us seeing each other.”

  “Aw, I’m just kidding you, man.” Carter slaps me on the back and I have to keep from punching his lights out. “I don’t care if you guys are fucking like rabbits. Live and let live, I say.”

  “You know, you’re real lucky,” I growl.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. If we were anyplace else, I would break every bone in your body,” I say conversationally, like we’re just shooting the shit here. “I’d smash your fucking jaw in so hard you’d be in reconstructive surgery for a month.”

  Carter goes pale.

  “But that would ruin the party, right?” I continue, grabbing my drink from the bartender and throwing down a massive tip. “And Keely needs everything to run smoothly. So tonight’s your lucky night, asshole. But the next time you speak to me, I might just change my mind.”

  I leave him quaking like the pussy he is. But fuck it, I feel like punching someone now. It’s not just Carter, it’s this whole fucking show.

  Riches and excess, a million lies.

  There’s a black-and-white portrait photo of Ashcroft mounted on the staircase, looking down on us all. I look at it, feeling that familiar stab of resentment and burning fury. But tonight, there’s something else lurking beneath the simple rage.

  Doubt.

  Ever since Keely showed me those threatening notes, I don’t know what to think. It was all so simple before I came here: Ashcroft was the heartless bastard who destroyed my father, and in return, I’d destroy his legacy. But now I wonder, what the hell was going on back then? Who was blackmailing him? And what did they want?

  Did he cut my father out to hurt him -- or to try and save his life?

  Either way, it means jack shit now. Ashcroft and my dad are both cold bodies in the ground. All that’s left is this now: the company, his legacy.

  And Keely.

  I see her make her entrance across the room.

  Fuck.

  She’s gorgeous tonight. Hell, she’s always beautiful, but this is something else: her hair pinned up, those eyes shining with excitement, that body poured into a classy, sweeping dress.

  She chats with some of the guests, smiling, putting them at ease. People crowd around to meet her, the unofficial star attraction of the night. She handles the attention like she was born to do it, even though I know she must be nervous as hell to make the right impression.

  I feel an unfamiliar clench in my chest. Pride. Possession.

  Love.

  No. Fuck no.

  I gulp the rest of my whiskey, and grab another drink from the tray.

  Get a grip. I scold myself. Just because the girl is strong, and smart, and a fucking miracle in bed, it doesn’t mean you can think for one minute this will ever be something real. This is just your dick talking.

  You know how that ends. You swore, never again.

  I look at her again. She’s wearing red lipstick, and I focus on that juicy mouth. Imagining her tight red lips sliding up and down my cock, how she whimpers with pleasure when I shove it all the way down. How her pussy gushes, just from sucking me off.

  My cock twitches. Yeah, that’s more like it. No emotional bullshit clouding my mind, just plain hard lust. This hold she’s got on me is just physical. It has to be.

  My heart doesn’t know how to love anymore.

  I cut through the crowd towards her. She’s surrounded by business types, a group of old guys hanging off her every word and angling for a better look down her dress.

  “...we can promise you--- Vaughn!” Her face lights up when she sees me.

  “Hey, baby.” I slip an arm around her waist and flash the guys a grin. “Sorry, but I have to steal her away for just a minute.”

  I steer Keely away before anyone has a chance to object.

  “What’s going on?” she asks me, tripping in her heels to keep up.

  I lead her up the stairs and around the far side of the mezzanine. It’s quieter here, away from the crowds, overlooking the ballroom. “This is what’s going on.” I push her up against the balcony, stealing a taste of her juicy mouth. Her body yields against me with a moan.

  My cock gets harder.

  I pull away. She’s breathless, smiling. “Hey,” she says again, softer. She runs her hands over the lapels of my tux. “You look good.”

  “And you look fucking spectacular.” I grip her waist, all bound up in red satin like a sexy birthday package. I slide my hands lower, over the ripe curve of her ass. “Did you do what I told you?” I murmur.

  “No panties?” Keely’s gaze turns teasing. “Maybe. Maybe not. You’ll just have to find out later,” she adds with a wink.

  Later? Fuck that. I’m just inches from her bare, dripping pussy, and there’s no way I’m letting her go without sliding deep all the way to the fucking hilt.

  Keely doesn’t realize the hard-on I’ve already got raging in my pants. She turns to look out over the ballroom. “It’s going great, don’t you think? We’ve already raised so much money for charity, and the auction hasn’t even started yet.”

  “You’ve done a great job.” I move up behind her, sliding my hands around her waist.

  “It wasn’t me. I just told them to do it, and voila! Everything is perfect.”

  I chuckle. “Enjoying the view from the top, huh?”

  “Definitely.”

  She’s not the only one. With Keely resting her head back against my chest, I have a first-class view right down her dress. Her breasts pushed up against the satin, straining for release. Those tight little nipples crushed flat and caged in lace.

  Later tonight, I’m going to suck them until she screams. For now, I’ll have to settle for something a little more discreet.

  I reach between us and unbuckle my belt.

  Keely lets out a happy sigh against me. She’s still watching the gala, oblivious to my filthy plans. “Is it terrible if I like being in charge? I’m still stressed about the company, but it’s amazing to have people actually respect me for a change. When I walk into a meeting, they all pay attention -- instead of ordering me to go get coffee,” she adds.

  “I thought you like taking orders,” I murmur, unzipping my fly. My cock is straining, eager as fuck to claim her right now.

  “That’s different,” she whispers. “Those are always the fun kind.”

  “So how about I give you an order right now?” I tell her softly. “Grip hold of the balcony and don’t make a fucking sound.”

  Keely’s breath hitches. Her body goes tense. “Vaughn?” she tries to twist her head to look at me, but I turn it to face the ballroom.

  “Don’t worry, baby.” I slide up her skirts, inching up over those silky thighs. “The balcony’s hiding us. They can’t see anything.”

  I slip a hand between her legs, and fuck, she
was telling me the truth.

  Bare and wet and ready for me.

  “Nobody’s going to know I’m fucking you deep right now.” I whisper. “Not unless you scream. You think you can keep quiet for me, baby?”

  Keely shudders as I swipe over her slick little nub. “Yes,” she gasps. “I can be quiet.”

  She thrusts her ass back, rubbing up against my cock, and dammit, I would have to fuck her now even if the whole room was watching.

  “Easy there, tiger.” I position her against me, easing her thighs apart. “Just watch the party. Don’t you make a sound.”

  I thrust slowly inside her. Keely grips the balcony, stifling a whimper.

  “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I murmur, rocking back, then deeper, all the way inside her wet cunt.

  God dammit, she’s so tight, so fucking good.

  “I forgot, you like it in public,” I whisper, rocking faster, feeling her clench and quiver around me. “You like when people are watching, when they don’t know just how dirty you are. You think anyone down there realizes what we’re doing? That I’m balls-deep in your delicious pussy right here, in front of everyone?”

  Keely gasps for air. Her body is shaking against me. I can feel her thrust back to meet my strokes.

  Oh fuck, she feels so good.

  “Don’t move,” I remind her, “Somebody will see. Already, it’s written all over your face.”

  She stills, whimpering. Now I’m the one controlling the tempo, sliding inside of her, rocking back. My balls feel like they’re going to explode, every slick clench is a fucking miracle.

  “Please,” she begs me, her knuckles white from gripping the balcony. I can tell it’s driving her crazy trying to stay cool, to act like I’m not driving deep inside her right now.

  “Oh God,” she whispers, shaking. “Vaughn, I’m so close.”

  “I know you are, baby. Because I get you there, every time.” I rock faster.

  “Yes,” Keely shudders. “God, yes.”

  “This is what you want,” I growl, reaching a hand round to tweak her slick clit. She jolts, clenching around me. “You want every inch of me. You need my cock like nothing else.”

  “All of you,” Keely’s breath comes fast. “It’s you, Vaughn. Only you.”

  I withdraw, until just the tip is nestled in her dripping folds. She sobs in protest, then I ease back inside her, inch by hard, hot inch. All the way, no fucking around this time. I impale myself to the hilt in her tight channel until my balls are crushed up against her, then I grind up.

  Keely goes slack in my arms.

  I want to get her there. I need her to feel what she’s doing to me, how she’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt before.

  I hone in on her G-spot like a nuclear missile, grinding deep, rubbing her from the inside, over and over, until she breaks, spasming in fucking convulsions around my cock. The pleasure slams through me, a tidal wave, and I come, blowing my load deep inside her until her hungry pussy has milked every drop.

  I hold her tight, and I never want to let her go.

  Fuck.

  14

  KEELY

  I excuse myself to the bathroom to straighten up, but the minute I lock the cubicle behind me, I sink back against the wall, overwhelmed.

  Oh my God.

  My heart is racing from my climax, my body on fire.

  How does he do this to me?

  Vaughn is right, I am dirty. Fucking him on the balcony, where anyone could see. Sure, we were hidden by the barrier, discreetly nestled back in a dark corner away from the crowd. But anyone could have come exploring, anyone could have seen.

  Maybe that’s why it felt so damn good.

  I quickly clean up and emerge, running cold water over my wrists until my pulse slows. My reflection stares back at me, flushed and sparkling.

  That was exactly what I needed.

  So much is riding on the gala going well. Everyone is watching to see if there’s discord in the management: if Ashcroft Industries is about to crumble without the man himself at the wheel. I’ve been so nervous, even chatting with people downstairs has felt like a huge battle, but now, thanks to Vaughn and his incredible skills, I feel refreshed and relaxed.

  Ready for war.

  I reapply my makeup and head back outside. Vaughn said he was going to fetch us some drinks, so I walk back towards the main stairs. The tribute to Ashcroft extends up here too: exhibiting old photographs that track the evolution of the company, capturing the many successes of his life. I donated some pieces from around the estate, but they found others too, from old newspaper articles and archives at the office.

  “He was a great man.” An older guy is browsing the display, leaning heavily on a cane.

  “You knew him?” I pause.

  The man smiles. “Sure did. I was one of his first customers, shipping auto parts back in the day.”

  “That’s amazing. I’m glad you could be here tonight,” I add.

  “Great guy. Him and Jack too.” The guy shakes his head. “Tragedy what happened.”

  “Jack?” I freeze. That was the name on the mystery photograph -- Ashcroft’s old friend.

  “Great guy,” The man nods to a photo on the wall. “They founded the company together. I don’t know what went down, but Jack left a few years in. Killed himself not long after, terrible business. Great guy, devoted to his sons.” He gives me a regretful smile. “Time and fate will get us all one day.”

  The man slowly walks away, but I stay, looking closer at the image. It’s from the early years, Ashcroft and his buddy, but this one has an official caption too.

  Charles Ashcroft and Jack Vaughn.

  Vaughn.

  Holy shit!

  My blood runs cold. It can’t be related. No, it’s a coincidence, it has to be. Plenty of people named Vaughn.

  Except Vaughn said his father killed himself too. And every time I talk about Ashcroft, I can see him tense up. I told myself I was imagining things, that he was just taking my side against the man who abandoned my pregnant mother. But now...

  Now I realize, he’s been lying to me all this time. Vaughn’s father was Ashcroft’s partner.

  But why keep it a secret? What’s he doing here -- with me?

  I hurry downstairs, trying to keep my panic under control. There’s a simple explanation, there has to be. I just need to find Vaughn and hear it for myself.

  Because if he’s been fooling me for some hidden agenda, using me to infiltrate the family...

  I feel sick, but force myself to stay calm. I look around, but it’s a sea of tuxedo and gowns, with no sign of Vaughn in the revelry.

  “Keely.” I feel a hand on my arm. It’s Brent.

  “Not now.” I shake him off.

  “I need to talk to you, right now.”

  He looks too happy. I can’t deal with his games right now, so I keep walking. “Later, OK?”

  “Keely!” He trails after me. “It’s important.”

  “I need to find Vaughn,” I tell him, still looking desperately through the happy faces for any sign of him.

  “You’re going to want to hear this then.” Brent grabs me again, and this time I stop. He’s smug, full of satisfaction. “What I have to say concerns your friend.”

  I gulp. “What is it?”

  “Not here.” Brent looks around. “I have something you need to see. Come with me.”

  I pause, torn. I need to talk to Vaughn right now, but Brent is waiting, impatient. Maybe he knows something about Jack and Ashcroft. Maybe he has more information.

  “Fine,” I agree. “But you better make it quick.”

  Brent grins. “Oh, I will.”

  He leads me out of the main ballroom, gesturing someone a security guard to come follow us.

  My stomach flips. This can’t be good.

  Brent opens the door to a room down the hall from the party. He instructs the security guy to watch the door, then gestures us inside. It’s some kind of office, with a big TV sc
reen on one wall. Brent heads for the video system, and slips a disc into the drive.

  “Whatever you have to say, just get on with it.” I try to sound like I’m not cold with dread. “People are waiting for me.”

  “It’s not what I have to say, but what I can show you.” Brent turns back to me. “Vaughn isn’t who you think he is.”

  My heart pounds so loud I think the whole room can hear. “What are you talking about?”

  “I didn’t meet him at a function, like he said.” Brent smiles. “I hired him, a month ago.”

  “Hired him...?” I frown, confused. “To do what?”

  “To fuck you.”

  His words crash through me. I gasp for air and stumble back, collapsing on a chair. “What…? No. You’re lying,” I stammer. “I don’t believe you!”

  “It’s true.” Brent smirks, sounding amused. “Your boyfriend is actually a highly-paid gigolo. The Seducer, I believe he calls himself. He’ll screw anyone, for a price. His charge for you was pretty high,” Brent adds. “But it looks like it was worth every penny.”

  He hits a button on the remote, and the huge TV screen flickers to life. It’s grainy black-and-white footage of a bedroom somewhere.

  “What is that?” I ask, not understanding. This is all too much to take, I don’t believe it. I can’t.

  “The Seducer in action,” Brent chuckles. He fast-forwards a couple entering the room, then pauses.

  It’s me. Vaughn and I -- in the bedroom at Ashcroft’s estate.

  I freeze.

  He fast forwards again, “This is my favorite,” he muses cruelly. “Blindfolds. And oh look, bondage. I didn’t realize you were such a kinky bitch.”

  I stare at the screen in horror as he plays it out. The night that Vaughn tied me up, it’s all there right in front of me in grainy footage. The spanking, the sex, the passionate screams.

  It was all a lie. I was just a job to him, nothing more.

  “Make it stop,” I whisper, dizzy.

  “But we’re just getting to my favorite part,” Brent laughs cruelly, winding it on again so that Vaughn is fucking me on my hands and knees. He turns up the volume, until our animalistic noises fill the room.