The Seduction 3 (6 page)

I select a set of
restraints and trail the end of a strap down, over Keely’s lush
breasts and stomach. She flinches beneath me, nipples tight, body
shaking with anticipation.

“Have you ever been
tied up?” I muse, flicking the strap lightly against her thighs.
“Of course not. You’re too good for that, too sweet. I bet those
pussies you fucked before me never even held you down. They didn’t
know you want it so hard you come screaming, how that sweet little
body of yours craves total surrender.”

Her legs fall open,
revealing her swollen pussy, juicy and trembling. I stroke it lightly
with the strap and she moans, moving her hands to protect her tender
flesh.

“No,” I growl,
pouncing. I grab her hands and yank them up over her head, tying them
together and then looping the strap around a post of the antique
headboard. I fasten it tight, so her body is stretched, breasts
arching high in the air.

“You don’t get to
stop me. You don’t get to say no. You’re all mine, baby. And this
is what it means to belong to me.”

I flick her clit
lightly. Then I move down the bed, yanking her legs apart. I fasten a
tie around each ankle, and loop them around the bed-posts on either
end of the bed.

Now she’s trapped,
spread wide open, hands tied above her head. She writhes, her
blindfolded head twisting one way and the other, trying to test the
restraints.

“They won’t give,
sweetheart,” I tell her, amused. “Not one fucking inch.”

Her body stills, her
breath catching. She’s worried now, she doesn’t know what’s
coming next.

I kneel between her
open legs. Damn, I could look at her like this for days.

Her body, at my mercy.
Her cunt crying out to be filled.

I lean forwards,
resting on my hands until my mouth is just inches from her slick
pussy. I don’t touch her anywhere, I don’t need to hold her down
-- the restraints do that for me. Instead, I just breathe her in: the
musky scent of her desire. The heat radiating from her wet core.

I flick against her
clit with my tongue.

Keely jolts up off the
bed, thrusting her hips towards my mouth with a moan.

She wants more? I’ll
give her more.

I lunge forwards,
closing my mouth over her tender nub and sucking, hard. She cries
out, writhing for escape this time. The pressure is too much, I can
tell, but I don’t let up. I suck, swirling my tongue against her as
she screams.

“Vaughn! Please!”
The pain in her voice echoes as I keep sucking, taking her whole clit
in my lips, relentless. But soon the pleasure takes her over, just
like I knew it would.

Keely shudders, her
body clenching, so fast she can’t believe it. “Vaughn! Oh God!”

She comes apart with a
scream, her body convulsing with the force of her climax.

I stroke her clit
again, and Keely moans. “I can’t...”

“You can,” I sink
two fingers inside her tight channel, pulsing in time with her body’s
clench. “Believe me, you haven’t even started yet.

KEELY

I can’t believe I
came so fast. One minute, the force of his mouth was too much, too
intense, the next, my orgasm was ripping me apart.

I couldn’t stop him.
I couldn’t pull away.

As the waves of
pleasure dissolve through my body. I feel Vaughn’s weight shift on
the bed, and then he’s gone.

Silence.

My heart races. Laying
here, my hands and feet bound, my eyes covered, I’m locked in the
darkness.

Naked. Spread. Exposed.

I gulp for air. I’ve
never been tied down like this. The anticipation is driving me crazy,
a mix of fear and excitement igniting my blood. I don’t know what
he’s planning, I don’t know what’s coming yet.

I can’t move. I can’t
fight it, even if I wanted to.

He’s totally in
control.

I feel Vaughn settle on
the bed beside me, and then a touch comes.

I flinch in surprise.
It’s not his hand, but something softer. It feels like velvet,
fitted to his fingers. A glove of some kind. He strokes my body
slowly, the softness gliding over my skin.

God, that feels good.

I moan appreciatively.
I hear Vaughn chuckle.

“Does that feel good,
sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I sigh,
blissful. He trails his hand up my arm, over my collarbone, down to
circle my breasts. The sensation is exquisite, softness and warmth,
setting every nerve ablaze. Somehow, with my eyes blindfolded, I feel
the touch more intensely, nothing but the sound of his breathing and
the music playing to distract me from the glorious feel.

He strokes slow circles
around the outside of my breasts, over and over. God, I strain
against his hand. My nipples tighten, hard and aching, but he doesn’t
touch them. His hand swoops away, over my stomach, and I whimper with
need.

“What’s that, baby?
What do you need?”

“Touch me,” I
whisper.

“Is that an order?”
Vaughn’s voice turns threatening. My stomach flips.

“No,” I gasp
quickly. He could stop at any minute, he could leave me hanging here,
and even though I just came moments ago, my body is already needy,
lust clawing low between my spread thighs. I want to feel everything
tonight. “I’m sorry, Vaughn. It just feels so good.”

He traces back up over
my breasts, stroking until I’m sobbing with need. But still, my
nipples ache for contact.

“I brought you a
gift,” Vaughn murmurs. “Do you want to know what it is?”

I nod.

He chuckles. “I think
you’re going to like it.”

Vaughn pulls away from
me a moment, but then he’s back, leaning over me, tracing the
velvet over my skin.

Something cool and hard
follows it. Steel, a slim probe.

I panic. What the hell
is this?

He strokes down between
my thighs, circling my entrance. I shudder at the unfamiliar
pressure, the coldness against my hot flesh as he dips it into my
wetness and then slides it inside of me.

I gasp. It’s bigger
than his fingers, but not anywhere near what I crave. He’s teasing
me, dipping it inside, sliding deeper, then pulling it away.

I need more.

“Not there,
sweetheart.” Vaughn chuckles, his voice laced with triumph. He
slides the metal back over my clit, still tender from his mouth’s
assault. “This little toy belongs someplace else.”

Before I can wonder
what he means, the bullet starts vibrating against my clit, so
intense I cry out.

Fuck!

I writhe, trying to
back away, but the restraints bite into my wrists and ankles, keeping
me locked in place.

The vibrations pulsate
through me, riding the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain. I
whimper, fighting it, but I can’t make him stop. My body tightens,
every nerve screaming to life, dragging me higher until I suddenly
come apart in a burst of sensation.

Jesus Christ!

I gasp for air, but
there’s no time to recover. I’m still clenching, wracked with
waves of pleasure, when Vaughn loosens my ankle restraints. He grabs
my shoulders and flips me over onto my stomach, lifting my hips so
I’m positioned face-down on my knees with my ass thrust up behind
me in the air.

“I don’t know which
view I like best,” Vaughn’s voice is low and amused. “You on
your back with your legs spread and your sweet pussy on show to the
world, or this.”

He slides the probe
into my aching channel again, slow and deep, then withdraws it. My
head is still clouded with my orgasm as he lifts my hips higher and
forces my thighs wider apart.

There’s a pause, and
fuck, my whole body shivers with uncertainty. I don’t know what’s
coming next, if he’s going to slam his cock deep inside me, or
torment me some more. Spank me until I’m sore and screaming, or rub
my clit raw.

I feel the nudge of
cool metal against my asshole.

Oh
God.

I tense in panic, but
Vaughn grips my hips tightly, forcing me in place. “Relax, baby,”
he orders me, nudging at my entrance. “This is going to feel so
fucking good.”

I take a deep breath,
but my heart is pounding like crazy with anticipation and fear. This
is so far beyond anything I’ve ever done before, I can’t believe
it’s really happening. We’re not caught up in the moment, he’s
not taking me by surprise with a wandering finger. This is
deliberate. Planned.

So fucking dirty.

I feel the metal again,
cold and unfamiliar and wet with my juices. Slowly, Vaughn eases the
probe into me, into my tightest, most private place.

Oh. My. God.

Sensation slams through
me: cold steel, and hot, tight flesh. I grip the sheets, gasping as
my body struggles to accommodate the probe. Vaughn’s other hand
slides around to massage at my clit with slow, gorgeous strokes, and
Lord, it’s too much to take. I’m filled but still aching,
stretched to breaking point but strung out with the rush of sensation
shimmering deep down.

“That’s right,
baby,” Vaughn growls. “Take it all the fucking way. I’m just
getting you warmed up.”

I groan in pleasure,
relaxing into his touch. Vaughn pushes the probe the final few
inches, until it’s buried deep in my ass. Filling me with
unfamiliar sensations. Making every clench of my pussy ripple through
my whole body.

I never knew I could
feel anything this intensely. The tension coils deeper than I’ve
ever known, building like fire raging through my body.

“How do you like
that?” Vaughn demands, stroking harder.

I sob for air,
overwhelmed. “I’m going to come again,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, I’m
going to come!”

Suddenly, Vaughn slams
his cock into my pussy from behind, landing a hard slap on my ass.

I scream. Jesus! His
cock burying deep inside and the cool steel in my ass and the sting
of sweet pain is all too much. I shatter, screaming into the pillows
as my body convulses over and over as a tidal wave pleasure rips me
apart at the seams.

When I surface, he’s
still hard inside me, the metal probe impaled in my ass. He grips my
hips, pulling me back up on all fours and readying me for more.

More?

“Please, Vaughn, I
can’t...” I gasp, still face-down, tied to the bed. My whole body
trembling and extra-sensitive, every new touch painfully intense.
I’ve come three times already, I can’t take any more!

“You will.”

Vaughn leans over me,
thrusting even deeper as he fists my hair and yanks my head up. His
voice growls in my ear, commanding.

“This pussy is mine.
I’m going to feel your hungry cunt clench around my cock a dozen
more times before I let you go. Get ready to scream, sweetheart,
‘cause we haven’t even started yet.”

He releases my head,
and I fall forwards into the covers. I gasp for air, bracing myself
for another punishing thrust.

Instead, I feel the
gentle caress of the glove again.

Oh God. My body shivers
under the velvety softness.

“You like that, don’t
you?” Vaughn murmurs. He traces down my back, slowly, delicate. I
relax into the sensation as he sweeps over me, again and again. “I
can feel you shivering from the inside out, your pussy is so goddamn
tight. Are you stretching for me, baby? Can you fit my cock all the
way in?”

He eases another
half-inch deeper, and I answer with a sob. Pain and pleasure mingles,
and every gasp makes my ass contract around the probe. Cool steel, so
unfamiliar, but now with Vaughn’s cock filling me up too, the
sensation is unbelievable. He’s not moving inside me, but God, I’m
stretched wide to breaking point, filled completely with his thick
hard flesh.

So. Damn. Good.

I hear a noise, the
rattle of a belt buckle. Then a sharp pain comes, the sudden sting of
leather on my skin.

I cry out, jolting
forwards with surprise. His belt?

“What are you--” I
struggle to ask.

“Quiet!” Vaughn
hits me again, landing series of stinging blows on my naked ass and
back that leave me smarting with agony.

Fuck. It’s sharper
than the spankings, focused and hard, and every blow makes me clench
around the probe, feeling its invasion. He rocks his cock inside me,
fighting pain with heady pleasure as he cracks his belt against my
flesh until I’m writhing at the mix.

Sharp and soft. Pain
and bliss. The leather bites into my tender skin, sending shockwaves
through my body. They spiral to meet the pressure building between my
thighs, driving me higher. Tighter.

Holy crap, this is
intense!

Vaughn pauses. I gasp
for air, pulse racing, my body quaking around his cock. He trails the
rough leather over me softly. “Have you had enough?” he croons.
Vaughn begins to rock into me. Thrusting a little, then withdrawing.
The friction is an inferno, curling low inside me. Another whip of
his belt makes me cry out. I can’t believe how much I like this.

“I can stop any time.
Just says the word, and this will all be over.”

But he’s got it all
wrong. I don’t want him to quit. I’m too far gone in this chaos
of sensation. I want more of it, not less.

I answer by thrusting
back against him, embedding his cock all the way to the hilt.

Vaughn grunts in
surprise, then his voice comes, thick with lust. “Fuck, Keely. You
want it hard, don’t you?”

I moan.

“You’re an animal,
baby, don’t think I don’t know it. You want to be fucked so deep
you pass out,” he growls, tossing the belt down and stripping off
his glove. I hear them drop to the floor by the bed. I brace myself,
my heart racing.

Oh God, what’s coming
next?

“You want my cock
ramming inside this wet, hungry cunt,” Vaughn draws out of me,
leaving me sobbing at the absence. “Because it’s mine now, isn’t
it? I can take it any time, any way I like, and still, you’ll come
screaming for more.” He swipes his fingers over my clit, pinching
painfully, tweaking the tender nub.