I watch him pour his heart out, begging for another chance. Emotion crashes through me. No more smooth flirty lines or shocking dirty talk. No more masterful commands, and the confident dark stare than sends me into a spin.
For the first time, Vaughn is a real man, flesh and blood and desperation.
And God, it only makes my heart ache even more.
Since the day we met, this man has had such a hold on me, such power. To see it all stripped away is humbling. It makes me realize how much more there is to our connection. Because it’s one thing to want him when he’s in control, but seeing him brought low, his agony clear on his face, I realize just how much he really cares for me.
How much I need him too.
But still, I’m torn, not ready to trust him again.
“Take off your clothes.”
I can’t believe my voice comes out so even, when my insides are tied up in knots. The words are out before I can think twice, but I won’t take them back.
I’ve had enough of people pushing me around. Taking what they want, to hell with the consequences.
He says he’ll do anything for me. I’m going to put that to the test.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?” I ask, my voice mocking him. “I gave you an order.”
Vaughn’s eyes darken. Something flashes in the air between us, an electric pulse of desire, and it all comes flooding back to me.
The fullness in my tender breasts. The wet ache between my thighs. I’ve been blocking out my desire since the moment I felt his hands on me, but now, I feel it all over again.
He always made me weak, made me beg. Now, it’s my turn to dominate.
“You said I was in control,” I tell him, taking a step towards him. “You said you were at my mercy now. So do what I say and strip.”
Vaughn’s lips curl in a smile. “Yes ma’am,” he drawls, reaching to unbutton his shirt.
He strips it off and tosses it aside, revealing his muscular torso. Tanned bronze, good enough to lick.
I feel a shudder of desire crest through me.
Yes, this is what I need. To use him shamelessly for my pleasure. To fulfill the craving I’ve felt ever since he walked away.
My body wants him, even if my heart is still confused. So why not take what I want? Why not be the one to call the shots for once?
“Keep going,” I tell him sharply, my blood racing hot.
Vaughn undoes his belt and zipper, his eyes locked on mine. He drops his pants, and then strips off his briefs too, kicking them aside so he’s standing in front of me totally naked.
Unapologetic. Delicious.
Mine.
I greedily drink him in, every muscular ridge and valley. He’s already getting hard, the impressive length twitching and rising between his legs. I try not to lick my lips.
God, I’ve missed that cock.
I remember how good he feels sinking into me, how those nine inches of hard muscle drive so deep, I lose my mind, rubbing high inside against my G-spot, making me scream.
“I’ve been dreaming about you,” I tell him steadily, feeling a rush of power as I watch his dick rise. “It’s always the same. In my dream, we’re on a rooftop somewhere, high above the city. There are people there. It’s a party, and we’re sitting on a couch in the middle of it all.”
I move closer, slowly walking in a circle around him, admiring every inch. I trail my fingers lightly over his chest, his back, his arms, seeing him flinch to my touch.
“I’m talking to someone, I don’t know who, when you start peeling my dress off, right there in front of everyone.” My voice turns breathy just remembering the dream. “You undress me, and lay me out on the couch, totally naked. Everyone’s watching us, but you don’t care. You start going down on me, and I...” My breath catches. “I love it. I lay back, watching the stars, feeling everyone’s eyes on us as you fuck me with your tongue.”
Vaughn lets out a groan. He’s totally hard now, straining and thick. He clenches his fists at his sides, standing there as I stop in front of him, eye to eye.
“You lick me out, God, so good,” I tell him. My body is humming, with the memory of the dream, and the heat of him, right in front of me, all mine for the taking. I feel so powerful, so goddamn hot as I hold his gaze, seeing the lust in his eyes. “You know how I like it, don’t you? Know how I taste, all that wetness, the way I clench around your fingers when I’m close.”
Vaughn is panting now, rasping for air.
“You keep licking, and then other people start touching me too. Hands, all over me, until I don’t know whose they are. They stroke me, and tease me, until finally you get up, and sink that beautiful dick all the way inside me.”
I catch my breath, sliding a hand down under my skirt, beneath my panties, until I can feel myself, wet and aching for him. I stroke gently, feeling sparks burst, my eyes falling shut as I remember.
“You fuck me so slowly. You drive me crazy, an inch at a time, and they’re all still watching. Watching your cock slide in and out of my wet pussy. Watching me scream for more. They’re squeezing my nipples, kissing my neck as you fuck me. Stroking my clit, their hands all over me, your dick filling me up inside.”
I open my eyes again. Vaughn looks like he’s in agony, eyes blazing with need. His cock strains, vein bulging, beads of cum glistening on the tip.
I smile, stroking myself faster. Heat is rising, my whole body is taking flight.
“I come my brains out, even in my sleep. Sometimes I orgasm so hard, I wake myself up,” I tell him, gasping for air. “But the best is when I stay dreaming, when I climax, and then you pull out, and push your dick in my mouth. I can taste myself on you as I suck you off.”
Oh God, I’m close, I’m so close. I haven’t come since he touched me last, I’m desperate for release.
“They’re holding me down,” I moan louder, “and I’m sucking you, every single inch, until I can’t take anymore, I’m choking, and I feel you coming, hot spurts down the back of my throat. That’s how I like it best,” I throw my head back as the climax takes me over, so good, so sweet. “When I can see you come undone, that look in your eyes when you fall right off the edge of the world. That’s what gets me there, every time.”
I shatter, crying out and shuddering against my fingers.
When I surface, Vaughn looks like I just sent him straight to hell.
“Keely.” he groans, his voice thick with need. “Please...”
“Please what?” I reply, slowly sucking my fingers clean. “Please touch you? Oh baby, I haven’t even started yet.”