“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.”