I drink him down hungrily, milking every last shudder as his orgasm fades away. I’m on my knees, but I’ve never felt so powerful -- never lost myself in giving pleasure like this before, the whole world fading until there’s nothing but my mouth and his gorgeous cock and the ache in my body, dear Lord, so sharp and unsatisfied.
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.”
“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.”
I’m still tense with panic but he spreads my ass cheeks wide, exposing me. Then I feel something foreign: hot and wet, probing at the delicate ring of flesh.
His tongue.
Holy shit.
I gasp, falling forwards onto my elbows as Vaughn licks me, swirling his tongue around, probing the tip inside me.
No. Oh God. It’s so wrong, but I can’t help whimper with pleasure. The delicate pressure, the wetness, back there. I’ve never felt anything like it before. I never thought I’d love it like this.
And then Vaughn slides a hand up between my thighs and strokes over my clit.
I scream. The sensation crashes through me, his stroking, firm on my clit, rubbing over and over as his tongue swirls back there.
“Oh god,” I gasp, shaking. It’s too much, the pleasure breaking through my body. I can’t stand it, I feel like I’m going to explode. His tongue wriggles and probes at me, so wet, so fucking wrong. I’m sobbing now, gasping for air, on my hands and knees and at his total mercy.
“Vaughn,” I moan, drowning under his touch, falling into the darkness, holding on for dear life. “Oh my god!”
I feel him chuckle against me. He rubs me harder, and oh God, it feels so good. I cry out, driving back against his hand. His tongue probes deeper into me, and I’m coming apart now, I can’t help it, my whole body shaking with sensation.
It’s too hot, too dark, too fucking forbidden. It’s wrong of me to like this, to whimper and beg and thrust my ass back against his mouth, but I can’t help it. I’m consumed, out of my mind with the pleasure.
Vaughn stops licking me, and I cry out to feel the absence of his tongue, but then a sharp slap rains down on my ass and the force sends me reeling.
“You like it hard,” he gasps, ragged. “Fuck, Keely, you’re a goddamn miracle. Tell me how you want it!”
“Like this!” I sob, thrusting against his hand. I’m past caring how it looks, past thought, all that matters in the world is the relentless rub of his fingers, so fucking perfect on my clit, and the sting of pressure on my skin. “Like this.”
“Fuck!”
Vaughn spanks me again, a stinging blow. Again.
“Yes!” I scream, thrusting faster. I’m climbing, cresting, oh God, I’m on the edge, I can’t take it any longer. “More! More!”
Vaughn lets out a savage roar, thrusting two fingers deep inside my aching pussy as his other hand cracks hard against my ass, spanking me relentlessly.
I lose my mind.
He curls his fingers up, fucking me deeper with his hand, spanking me again, over and over until the pleasure and pain is too much to take I break apart, screaming his name as I shatter, ecstasy flooding every cell in my body and robbing me of all thought, all power, all words.
I’m done. Broken.
His.