The Seduction 4 (8 page)

He puts me back against
the glass, his hand closing around my throat in a gentle caress. He
squeezes slightly, cutting off my air just a little. I gasp in shock.

“I’m not fucking
around tonight, Keely,” he tells me, low and steely. His fingers
squeeze softly, making my head spin and my heart pound in my chest.
“If I tell you to suck my cock, you better be bent double choking
on the whole fucking length before I can reach for my zipper. If I
want you on all fours, you drop and fucking lick the floor. The
moment you stepped through that door, you gave up the right to resist
me in any way at all. Try it now, and I will punish you so hard,
you’ll be screaming for mercy.”

He grounds out every
word. “Your safe word is ‘peaches’, but don’t you dare use it
until you’ve had enough, because it’ll all be over. Do you
understand?”

His face is tense, but
his eyes reassure me.

“Yes.” My body
shivers, racing with adrenalin. I was all wrong earlier. I thought I
knew how far he was willing to go, but right now he’s proving we
haven’t even come close.

Holy shit, this is hot!

“Yes, I promise I’ll
obey you.”

Vaughn releases me.
“Now take off your fucking coat.”

With shaking hands, I
undo the belt. Shit. I’m regretting not following his instructions
to the letter now.

I open the coat and let
it fall to the floor. I stand there facing him in black lingerie and
heels. My heart races, looking for some reaction.

Vaughn looks at me and
slowly smiles. Relief floods through me. I jut out my hip.

“I guess we’ll have
to get started on that punishment,” he murmurs.

Wait, what?

Before I can say a
word, Vaughn spins me around and shoves me face-first against the
glass. He moves my hands flat on the window on either side of my
face, and pulls my hips back, so I’m braced with my ass sticking
out. He yanks my panties down.

CRACK.

His hand smacks against
the back of my thighs in a stinging blow.

“You’ve been
getting cocky,” Vaughn growls, spanking my other cheek. I have to
lock my arms to keep from pressing into the glass.

My heart races. What
will he do next?

“It’s my fault,
baby. I’ve let you get away with murder.” Vaughn smoothes over
the tender flesh, giving me a moment to catch my breath, but before I
can prepare myself, he lands another three smacks right on my ass.

“But this should show
you, sweetheart, I’m not going to take it anymore.”

Vaughn suddenly grabs
my hair and pulls my head back. “Open your eyes,” he orders.

I do as he says. He
holds me in place, my body arched, my skin tingling. “Look,”
Vaughn growls. He forces me to look out of the window, at all the
buildings looking back at me. “They’re watching us right now.
They’re seeing me punish you. They know you’ve been a naughty
girl.”

Oh my God. My pulse
kicks, staring into the darkness. Vaughn’s fingers slide lower,
dipping in between my legs, finding my slick lips.

He chuckles behind me.
“Tell me, sweetheart, were you wet before you walked in that door?
Did you touch yourself in the car on the way over, already panting
for my cock?”

“No,” I gasp,
shuddering. My blood is racing, the sting of pain now mingling with
something sweet and hot. I arch back against his fingers, needing his
touch. “I was good, I promise. I waited for you.”

“Good girl.” Vaughn
rewards me with a swift circling of my clit. Sparks burst through the
sweet spot. I moan, relaxing.

“Just for that, I’ll
let you choose the rest of your punishment,” Vaughn says. His voice
is silky, disarmingly soft. I twist my head to look back at him,
confused.

“You can have ten
more spanks with my hand,” Vaughn smirks at me. “Or five with
whatever I’ve got stored in that bag.” He nods to the leather
duffel resting down beside the bench.

My body clenches. Shit,
what should I choose? Ten more slaps would push the limits of my pain
threshold coming after what he’s already doled out. But what would
I be risking picking the unknown?

I feel a thrill of
uncertainty. “The bag,” I decide. “I choose five.”

Vaughn breaks into a
dangerous grin. “Oh Keely, baby. Still playing with fire.”

My stomach twists with
excitement as he releases me. He leans over and reaches into the bag,
pulling out what looks like a riding crop with a long, leather strap
attached.

Oh shit.

Vaughn casually runs
the strap over his palm and then swats the air lightly. The leather
cracks.

A thrill jolts through
me. I’m nervous, but curious too. I want to know what this is going
to feel like.

“Bend over the
bench.” Vaughn orders. I quickly hurry to do what he says. I lean
down, spreading my legs and bracing my feet against the edge.

“Hold on,” Vaughn
orders me. I grip hold of the leather bench. “Yeah, spread those
legs for me, baby. Give them all a glimpse of that juicy little
cunt.”

I gulp, keeping my eyes
fixed below me. I’m parallel to the windows, arched over the bench
of it. Totally on display.

“Hmm...” Vaughn
muses, pacing around me. “Where on this gorgeous body do I want to
leave my mark?”

I feel the rough drag
of leather trailing over my back and ass. I shudder, waiting. He
slips the crop under me, swatting lightly at my breast.

The sting makes me
yelp, but it’s a good kind of pain. My nipples tighten. He
chuckles, and flicks again, harder.

I moan.

“Look at you, kinky
little bitch. You might actually enjoy this.” Vaughn trails the
crop lower, down between my open thighs. He presses up, against my
clit. I moan again.

Vaughn pauses. “I
won’t push you past where you’re willing to go.”

I still trust him. He
knows my body’s limits better than I do.

I drag an inhale and
force myself up on my hands again. “Don’t stop.” I say. “I
deserve to be punished. I’ll take it all.”

“That’s my girl.”

Without warning,
there’s a sharp crack. I feel the sting of the leather on my bare
ass. Damn, that’s intense! I cry out.

I hear Vaughn rummage
in the bag again, and then his hand is stroking over the painful
imprint of the crop, soothing me.

“Time for a little
sugar to help the medicine go down,” he murmurs.

Then I feel something
sliding against my pussy. Cool and egg-shaped. Vaughn pushes it
gently inside.

“Relax, baby,” he
tells me, as I adjust to the foreign object. “Just give in to the
pain.”

He must have hit some
kind of remote control, because the egg starts vibrating. I gasp, the
pulse rippling softly through me, igniting a hot pleasure deep
inside.

Vaughn cracks the crop
down against my ass again.

The pain is dizzying,
but the vibrations distract me, pulsing pleasure through my body to
off-set the pain.

I can take this. I can
make it through.

Three
.

Vaughn lands the blows
with razor-sharp accuracy, never hitting in the same spot twice. I’m
gasping, my body drawn tight and aching in an epic battle between
pleasure and pain.

Four
.

I let out an animal
groan. God, this is insane. Sharp and swelling; the fierce sting of
the riding crop and the low, deep rumblings inside me, thick and
sweet. I gasp for air, head spinning. My whole body is on fire.

“One more, baby. You
think you can make it?”

I whimper in response.
A part of me wishes this could last longer. Is that crazy? But it’s
so intense, so far beyond my boundaries.

Vaughn pauses, trailing
the crop between my ass cheeks. “You know what? I think I’ve
changed my mind. I’m going to keep going until you come.”

Yes
!

He must hit the remote
again, because the egg inside me starts vibrating faster. Shockwaves
pulse through my body, God, so sweet. So good. But before I can sink
into the bliss, the crop slams down on my tender ass again, sharp and
hard.

Fuck.

“Surrender, dammit!”
Vaughn roars. “Just give in. You can do this, but you need to let
it go!”

Something unlocks
inside, pushing me over the edge. The vibrations are crashing through
my body, so good it’s like I lose all track of where the pain ends
and the pleasure begins. It’s all just sensation now, sweeping
through every fucking cell in my body, splitting me wide open,
exploding into the night.

“That’s right,
baby. Take it all!”

He brings the crop down
hard. Fuck. Yes. “Vaughn!” I cry, gasping. I’m sobbing,
shaking, out of my goddamn mind. The pulses take hold of me, my clit
exploding in pleasure with every new crack against my ass. But it’s
not enough, I need more. I need his hands on me, rough and
unyielding. I need him branding me with his body. Grabbing me, owning
every inch.

I arch back, thrusting
towards him. “Your hands,” I cry, “I need your hands on me.
Vaughn! Please!”

With a growl, he throws
the crop down. But instead of force, his hands are gentle. They
smooth over my tender skin, making my blood surge with pleasure. He
finds my clit, rubbing me over and over, taking over my ecstatic body
completely so there’s nothing left of me but pure animal pleasure
in his hands.

He kisses my neck, soft
caresses that drive me crazy, closer to the edge. “Come for me,
baby,” he murmurs. “Come for me right now.”

His words trigger
something inside me. It’s like my body has no choice to obey him,
that his permission was all I needed all along. The intense joy of
vibrations and the sweetness of his touch sweep through me like a
tidal wave, unraveling my last defenses and breaking me apart in a
shattering splinter of white-hot pleasure, so intense I see stars.

VAUGHN

Keely is collapsed over
the bench on her hands and knees. Her pale flesh is lightly mottled
red with the impact of my hands. She looks used, ravaged, like she’s
just come out of her goddamn mind.

Mine
.

I swiftly unbuckle my
belt and yank off my pants and underwear. I’ve got a raging hard-on
like you wouldn’t believe. Nine inches of hard, hungry cock that
only wants one thing now, to bury deep and impale her body so hard
she’ll belong to me forever.

I’m going to claim
that ass now, once and for all.

KEELY

The world slowly shifts
back into focus. My whole body is trembling, electrified by the force
of my orgasm.

I feel Vaughn bend over
the bench behind me. His hands stroke softly at my tender skin,
soothing every inch of me.

I sigh in pleasure.

“What was that?” I
ask, dizzy. “I’ve never... I never thought I could feel anything
so intensely.”

He chuckles, leaning to
dip kisses along my spine. “That’s what happens when you
surrender completely. You go past the edge, into the unknown.”

“I liked it,” I
whisper, blushing.

“I knew you would.”
Vaughn slides his hand around me, down between my thighs. He slowly
strokes at my swollen clit, releasing another shiver of sparks. “And
our audience enjoyed the show as well.”

I yelp, suddenly
remembering where I am -- and just who might be out there. “Oh my
god! I can’t believe someone might be watching!”

I twist my head to try
and look out the windows, but Vaughn gently holds it in place.
“Relax, baby. They’re all wishing they were right here in my
place.”

I feel a nudge between
my thighs. He rubs the head of his cock against my wet lips, teasing
me.

“I bet they’re
jerking off at their desks right now,” he whispers, settling over
me so I’m cocooned in his embrace, both of us down on all fours
over the bench.

I shiver with lust and
excitement. Fuck, this is dirty, so wrong to be on display, but I
can’t help it. It’s making me hot.

“They’re imagining
squeezing these luscious tits,” Vaughn reaches to palm my breasts,
rolling my nipples until I’m whimpering. “They want to know what
it feels like to sink inside your warm, wet pussy. They could never
believe you’re so fucking tight.”

He nudges me with his
cock again, only dipping just an inch inside. Still teasing. I feel
an ache of emptiness, the hunger calling for him.

I grind back, taking
him deeper. “There are women out there too,” I gasp at the
fullness. So good. So thick. “They’re wishing they were me right
now. Stretching for you. Feeling every last inch sliding deep
inside.”

Vaughn groans against
me. “Then let’s give them something to remember.”

He grips my hips and
slams all the way in, spearing me with a single hard stroke.

I cry out, thrusting
back to meet him. God, he’s so big, a fucking beast inside. He
thrusts again, driving deep, rubbing up against my G-spot, grinding
thick and slow. I let out a moan, already feeling the pressure rise,
but before I can sink into his rhythm, he pulls out, leaving me
panting for more.

“Vaughn?” I
whimper, crashing to earth. I feel him shift behind me. Vaughn hits a
switch, and suddenly, the windows go tinted. “Just you and me now,
baby,” he says, low and sexy. “Nobody else gets to see this show.
It’s all mine.”

He pushes me forwards,
so my body is resting over the end of the bench.

Wetness comes, and then
I feel his tongue on me. Back there. Fuck! My body tenses, but he
spreads my ass cheeks wider apart, licking and swirling at the tight
knot of tender flesh.

I groan.

Oh God. It feels so
good, even though I know I shouldn’t like it. Vaughn nudges his
tongue deeper and I thrust my ass back, shameless. I’m shaking now,
the sensation is so amazing, I don’t want him to ever stop.

“You’re ready.”
Vaughn’s voice comes in a thick growl, his breath hot against my
ass. “You’re ready to take me all the way, baby.”