The Seduction(24)

“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.”