Vaughn gets dressed and goes out to make some final arrangements. He leaves me with a list of instructions, and an address to go meet him at nine.
I kiss him goodbye, happy to see him look so focused and relaxed. The dark scowl he had when he talked about Julianne -- all those memories and pain -- they’re nowhere to be seen right now.
We fucked them all away.
No, I correct myself, stepping into the shower. We talked them out. Honestly, like I wanted. I put it all on the line and he came through for me. He showed he wants to open up and make this work.
And then he opened me up, and showed me what it feels like to be stretched so tight every inch of motion is a mind-blowing miracle.
I shiver, rinsing off under the hot jets of water. It’s getting more intense now every time we fuck. The race of uncertainty is still there, never knowing what he’s going to try next, but somehow I feel safe too. I trust him completely. I can surrender, knowing he’ll only bring me pleasure. That however hard he fucks me, however tight the restraints are at my wrists, whatever he does to ravage every part of my body, I’ll like it.
I’ll come screaming, every time.
That submission, it’s a freedom like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Shutting off my mind, giving in to the desire, until I’m nothing but sensation and hunger. An animal, driven by pure instinct, totally at his mercy.
And only he can get me there.
I dry off and check the list of instructions.
Wear the red dress. Garters and stockings. Lipstick. Heels.
I go to my walk-in dressing room, the one that’s three times the size of my old bedroom back in LA. I couldn’t shop fast enough to keep up with the schedule of luncheons and parties, so I’ve had personal shoppers do the work for me: sending over gorgeous designer outfits all sized to fit me just right. Still, the closets aren’t even half-full.
I go to the far wall and open a drawer of lacy lingerie. Vaughn didn’t mention underwear, but I pick out a new set of daring black lace bra and panties: cut high on my thigh with criss-crossing ribbons over the bust like I’m all tied up in ropes. I roll on the stockings, and fasten the garter belt around my waist, then I reach for the red dress.
I pause, thinking. Vaughn was clear about his instructions, but it would be fun to shock him.
Make him punish me.
Rebellion crackles, a naughty charge. Instead of putting on the dress, I reach for my new Burberry trench-coat instead. I pull it on, shivering at the feel of the silk lining against my bare skin. I wrap it around me, fastening the belt. There. Nobody could tell I’m almost naked under here, but I can’t wait to see Vaughn’s face when I peel it off and he realizes the truth.
I finish my makeup, carefully applying the bright red lipstick. I meet my eyes in the mirror and have to smile. I remember getting dressed for my first evening with Vaughn. I was so innocent back then, I felt adventurous just putting on this lipstick. Now, I’m going out to meet him in black lingerie, already imagining how my red lips will look sliding down the thick, hard shaft of his cock.
I tremble in anticipation. I wonder what he’s got planned tonight; he’s been so mysterious. Whatever it is, I know I’m in for the ride of my life.
Vaughn sends my driver to meet me up at my door, so I’m not alone for a single moment as we head across the city. The car pulls up at an office building in Tribeca, and the driver accompanies me up to a door on the twelfth floor. “Enjoy your evening, miss.” He tips his cap and takes the elevator back downstairs.
I take a deep breath and knock.
“Come in.” Vaughn’s voice calls, and I shiver all over again.
It’s his ‘I’m the boss’ voice, the one that means he’s in charge tonight.
Yes.
I open the door and step inside, pausing a moment to look around. It’s an empty office suite, with brand-new carpet and bright lights turned all the way on. The space is on the corner of the building, and two of the walls are made almost entirely of glass, looking out at the other downtown buildings.
Vaughn stands at the windows, the corner where the two angles meet. Beside him is the one piece of furniture in the room: a low leather bench.
My heart thuds with anticipation. What has he got planned for me tonight?
“Hi.” I close the door behind me and go over to him, reaching up to kiss his lips. Vaughn barely responds before he steps away. He looks down at me with that thrilling power in his eyes.
“Is this one of the company offices?” I ask, getting nervous and excited. “Are we allowed to be here?”
“I made arrangements,” Vaughn says cryptically. “What do you think of the view?”
“It’s great.” I turn to the windows. We’re not so high that we’re towering over everything. Instead, we’re buried right in the heart of the city. There are other tall buildings all around us, close enough to see clearly inside. I can see workers staying late at their desks, people walking around in their apartments, even a gym in a building directly across from us: a line of people staring out of the window as they run on treadmills. If I raised my hand to wave at them, they would all probably wave back.
I turn to Vaughn. “What is this place?” I ask, still confused.
“This is where I’m going to fuck you,” he replies casually, reaching to loosen his tie.
My heart leaps. I look around. “But everyone will see!”
“Exactly.” Vaughn smiles at me, wicked. “Just like your dream, baby. I’m going to do unspeakable things to your body, right here at the window in front of all those people. We’re too far for them to recognize our faces, but they’ll see everything, all the ways I’m going to fuck you senseless. And all they have to do is look.”
Oh God. My thighs clench, just listening to him. I take another look outside. There’s no way someone won’t notice. There are so many buildings right there. So many windows lit up in the night. People inside. Watching us.
Watching me.
I take a shallow breath. We can’t. It’s so wrong. This is further than I’ve ever gone before. Even the most shocking things have been just between us. Hidden. Secret. But here, the bright lights will show them everything. They’ll see everything he does to me.
They’ll know how much you like it.
“Take off your coat and put your hands against the window. Now,” Vaughn orders me.
My stomach twists. I’m still not sure. “Vaughn,” I breathe, turning to look at him. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“You’re not here to think, baby,” he growls, striding towards me. “You’re here to take my cock, any way I fucking choose. When I give you an order, you goddamn follow it.”
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.