The Seduction(23)

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 myself 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.”

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.”