Indecent Proposal, page 12
Claire swallowed, and I could see the war in her eyes. She wanted this, wanted to submit to me, but she didn’t know how to give in without feeling like she was losing. She was so stubborn and independent, and I could understand that. When your previous partner had given you no effort and no reason to trust him, how could you let your guard down around someone else without feeling like you were giving in?
“Or,” I said carefully, “I can just tie you up and make you take it. Tame you like you’re some kind of wild horse.”
I saw by the way her eyes lit up and her face flushed that I had the right idea. “You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.
I smirked. Oh, this was going to be so much more fun than I’d even hoped for. “Try me.”
If she wanted me to tie her up and break her with the time that we had? Then I was more than willing. She’d break, all right, and she’d thank me for it.
CHAPTER 12
Claire
I wanted to come so badly I could hardly breathe. My entire body vibrated with the need to orgasm, and the feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
The way that Vaughn was teasing me, ultimately denying me—I knew he had some kind of plan in mind. And I really wanted to give into that plan. In fact I wanted to give into it right now. I wanted to beg him until he let me orgasm. I wanted to let go of all my hesitation and trust him with my pleasure.
But I also just—I didn’t know how.
I didn’t know how to trust like that. I didn’t know how to open up and be vulnerable with a man. It felt like every time I tried to look at Vaughn and give him the submission he wanted from me something inside of me clamped up instead, like a bear trap snapping closed. I wanted it . . . but I was instinctively fighting that ultimate surrender.
But somehow—somehow he knew. Somehow he understood.
And he offered to break me.
The words sent such a shiver of heat up my spine that I could feel myself getting even wetter, more of that anticipation literally pulsing out of my pussy. I wanted his cock so badly I could already feel the phantom ache of it inside of me.
If just about anyone else had said that to me, if some cocky jerk in a bar had told me that, I’d have thrown a drink in his face. I would be insulted. I wasn’t going to be broken, thank you. But with Vaughn… it was crazy, how I had gone from being driven insane by him to trusting him. And yet it felt right. Instinctive, almost. He just inspired trust in me.
I knew, without any doubts, that he was going to give me the best sex I’d ever had. But that didn’t mean I was going to roll over like a puppy.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I hissed at him, hoping that he would understand.
The daring heat that flickered in his eyes was all the answer I needed. “Try me.”
I shot up, trying to shove him off me, but Vaughn was far quicker and stronger—not that I was surprised by that. He used my momentum to wrap an arm around my waist and haul me up over his shoulder for a brief moment, then planted his knee on the bed and pressed me down on the bed again, this time properly on the mattress, so that my head was up by the pillows.
I bared my teeth at him. “I’m not going to beg for you.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Vaughn growled, that deep, dark sound eliciting an overwhelming desire in me.
Straddling my waist, he grabbed my wrists and pressed them down on the pillow, then ripped the shirt I was wearing open and up over my head, twisting the fabric. Before I even knew what was happening, my wrists were tied together and looped around one of the corner bedposts so that I couldn’t move or get away.
I tried, and failed, to buck him off me. “Let me go!” I screamed. It hit me, as I raised my voice to an almost shrieking pitch, that this cabin was isolated. I didn’t have to worry about the neighbors.
It was freeing, knowing there was nobody around to hear us. Nobody could judge what we were doing or think that we were annoying. I could scream in pleasure or in acting, and the only person who would hear me was Vaughn.
It was truly liberating, playing out this fantasy with him.
“Let me go or let me come,” I snapped at him.
Vaughn chuckled as he moved back down between my legs, kneeling between my thighs in a way that kept them wide apart. His hot, searing gaze tracked up my naked body, and his fingers skimmed over my soaking wet pussy, light little caresses that drove me insane. I hadn’t realized until he touched me again how aroused it had made me to have him manhandle me like that, but now I moaned helplessly.
“No,” he said with another one of those arrogant smirks. “You’re mine, Claire. You do as I say, and you’re going to understand that before we’re through here.”
He sank two fingers into me and I gasped, my toes curling in delight. It felt so good to be filled with fingers other than my own. Vaughn’s were thicker and longer than mine, and it already helped me feel so full.
“You wanna come, baby girl?” he taunted.
I whimpered, trying to move my hips in time to his thrusting fingers.
“I said, you wanna come?” he repeated, more harshly this time.
“Yes, yes sir!” I begged. “I want to—so badly—”
“Your orgasms are mine,” Vaughn snarled. “And you’re going to come when I give you permission to. Understand?”
I thrashed, but couldn’t do much more than that with my hands bound above my head. “No, sir, please—please no—I want—I need to come, let me come now—”
He yanked his fingers out of me right when I was on the edge, making me cry out in frustration. “You’re not going to come until you understand what it is to be submissive to me. To be a good girl and obey.”
He watched me with dark eyes as I panted helplessly. With his broad shoulders and the light stubble on his jaw, his hair flopping a little into his eyes, he looked wild. Like a half-feral man who’d dragged me here and was going to make me experience pleasure on his own terms.
It made me so goddamn horny I could hardly think straight.
I inhaled a shaky breath, and just when I thought I had myself under control again—he made himself more comfortable between my thighs and put his mouth on me, sucking on my clit.
I gasped and shuddered as his tongue worked me over. I was going to come for sure this time, I was going to, I could feel it, I could taste it, I—
Vaughn pulled his mouth away, the intense feeling subsiding into a nagging, needy throb, and I sobbed. No, God, please.
“I know of a lot of other doms who use toys for this kind of thing,” he mused as he lazily fucked me with his fingers, slow and deep, again and again, with his thumb pressed against my clit so there was no chance of creating any friction to get me off. “Edging for hours. I don’t see anything wrong with that. I think it might be especially fun if I’m not there in person.” He gave me a feral grin. “Can you imagine being tied up and unable to do anything more than writhe on a vibrator while I watch you on the cameras? I can control the speed, and edge you while I’m at work or on an assignment…”
Every breath I inhaled felt like fire. I should have been appalled by such a possibility, but now that Vaughn had painted that vivid, erotic picture in my mind, my traitorous body craved it.
“But for the most part?” Vaughn’s fingers danced up my thighs, wet and sticky with my arousal. “I like using my mouth and my hands. Or my cock. Keeping you on edge the old-fashioned way.”
Then his fingers were back inside me, filling me up and driving deep, his mouth open and hot on my pussy, and I couldn’t think rationally anymore. Not to fantasize or do anything else but endure his wicked torment.
He created wave after wave of pleasure, taking me right up to the point of orgasm only for him to snatch it all away then start all over again. My body twisted beneath the ruthless onslaught of his mouth and tongue and fingers, my voice nearly hoarse from all my begging and pleading. And he was right. I was ready to do just about anything to achieve that release.
Vaughn pulled back, his mouth and chin absolutely filthy with me, slick and shining in the light with my juices. He looked like an animal devouring a meal, and if that made me the prey, well, I didn’t mind. Not in the least.
The Claire of a few months ago would be shocked to see that I was having this rough, depraved sex with someone—especially a man who had annoyed me so much at first. That I was willingly being tied up and played with like I was a mouse and he was a cat.
But I couldn’t deny that I loved it. Giving myself over to him made me feel amazing. I didn’t have to do all the work. I didn’t have to perform. I could just relax and think of nothing but the pleasure . . . until he deprived me of my orgasm at the last second and I wanted to howl in disappointment.
Vaughn wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “I think you’ve learned your lesson enough for right now, don’t you?”
I whimpered, shaking my head at the thought of being left like this. “Please, sir.”
“Mmm. Close, but not quite.” Vaughn stretched, his eyes dark and devilish. “It’s late and I need to get some sleep. So do you, in fact.”
“What?” I slurred, feeling drugged on all the unquenched lust coursing through my veins. “You’re—you’re going to just—leave me like this?”
“I sure am. That was the whole point of the lesson,” Vaughn said, moving off the bed and starting to strip off his clothes. “If you continue to be good and show me you’re going to do as you’re told, then tomorrow, I might actually let you orgasm.”
Distracted, I stared as he removed his shirt, then his jeans and briefs, my mouth going dry as dust. Oh holy mother of God. This was the first time I’d ever seen him naked, and he was fucking glorious. Toned muscle everywhere, six pack abs, and that impressive cock of his swaying thick and hard between his legs.
I wanted to lick him all over.
Vaughn grinned arrogantly when he caught me ogling at him. “I hope I’m not disappointing you, sweetheart.”
“The opposite,” I blurted out, my desire for him making me honest.
“Good to know.”
Vaughn winked at me, the cocky bastard. Of course he knew how attractive he was, the asshole. Luckily for him, I was so damn turned on that I couldn’t find it in me to be sassy.
He grabbed his erect cock, slowly stroking it a few times in his fist, showing it off for me. “You want this?”
“Yes,” I moaned hopefully.
Vaughn sighed. “Well. A pity I’ll be taking care of this in the bathroom then.” He squeezed his cock and I saw a little precum leak out, taunting me. “But don’t worry, I’ll be thinking about you the entire time I jack myself off.”
“Asshole,” I hissed, and he merely chuckled as I tugged in frustration at the fabric holding me in place.
Vaughn strolled into the bathroom, and I had to lie there while I heard the muffled noises of him groaning and grunting, the slick slap of his hand working his shaft repeatedly. I could picture it all so clearly, him stroking that gorgeous cock of his, his face etched in concentration as he brought himself to orgasm . . .
So. Not. Fair. I thought irritably.
A short while later, he exited the bathroom and I saw his cock was soft now, and he appeared more relaxed—unlike myself. I was still so keyed up, and knew it was going to be a long, restless night.
“Are you going to release my hands?” I asked him, my lips pursed.
“And risk you touching yourself?” He shook his head, completely unfazed when I glared at him. “You can scowl at me all you want. I’m only trying to eliminate that temptation, so you’ll be good and can finally get what you really want.”
I let out a huff, and the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement, the jerk.
“Do you mind if I share the bed with you?”
The question shocked me . . . the fact that he’d even ask, instead of just do it. Like he would sleep somewhere else if I didn’t want to share the bed with him, whether I was tied up or not. I debated for a second, having a gleeful moment when I thought of him being miserable and uncomfortable on the couch, but the truth was, I didn’t want to sleep alone.
“No, I don’t mind,” I said softly.
“Good.”
He climbed into bed with me, rolled to his side and draped his arm over my waist, settling in. His body was warm, and even just this simple, nonsexual contact drove me insane. It took everything in me not to squirm.
“Goodnight,” Vaughn murmured, and I wanted to turn and bite his bulging bicep. Not to actually scar him, but just enough to show that I wasn’t pleased with all of this, or him, at the moment.
But I was trying to submit and show him I could learn and behave, so I resisted the urge. “Goodnight, sir.”
Vaughn squeezed my waist a little. “You’re learning. Good girl.”
His praise slid through me like warm, sticky honey . . . I sighed, liking it way too much.
If Vaughn didn’t drop right off to sleep, then he did a good job of acting like he did. I lay there for a good while longer, simmering with sexual frustration.
What did he want from me? I would do anything he asked if it meant I could orgasm. But it seemed that wasn’t enough. He wanted to be in charge and he was—
Oh.
It hit me as I was finally on the verge of sleep. He wanted me to give up all control. He wanted me to put my orgasms in his hands so that I no longer was asking for or demanding an orgasm now. He wanted me to trust him to give me an orgasm whenever he chose, and that it would be good for me. He’d make it good for me. I didn’t have to worry about anything. Not even when I came. Vaughn would take care of all it.
So, while my body still thrummed with frustration, my mind was at peace that I’d figured it out. I dropped off to sleep, satisfied that I’d be able to do what Vaughn wanted of me in the morning.
CHAPTER 13
Claire
I was having the best sex dream, and it felt so real. Pleasure rushed through me, my pussy throbbed at the peak of climax, then the sensation ebbed.
I gasped awake, moaning, disoriented. “What…”
My arms were still bound above my head, and I blinked, managing to clear my vision, and realized that Vaughn was fingering me awake, still lying on his side, watching me with hooded, hungry eyes that ignited a slow burn in my body.
“Good morning,” he murmured, a slow, lazy smile canting his mouth as his fingers dipped slowly, lazily, along my slit. “How do you feel?”
“’S… good…” I slurred out, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head as I spread my legs wider and his thumb swiped over my clit, reinvigorating my need for release all over again. Ohhhh yes.
“You want to come, baby girl?” he asked, skimming his lips along my jaw.
It was hard to fight through the haze of my thoughts, but I remembered what I’d figured out last night and what Vaughn wanted from me. I readily, and willingly, gave that to him now.
“I—I want—what you want—sir,” I managed to pant out.
Vaughn paused, his brows arching in surprise. “Oh, there we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it? I told you I’d break you.” He kissed my neck, his breath warm and damp against my skin. “And now you understand. You’re mine, Claire. Your pleasure is mine. I’m going to be the one who decides when you orgasm. I’m your master in bed. Understand?”
“Yes,” I moaned, nodding. “I understand, sir.”
“Such a good girl for me. I knew you could be once you gave yourself over to me. The things I’m gonna do to you…” He sped up his fingers and I cried out when he latched onto a nipple and sucked hard, his tongue and teeth adding to the provocative sensation. “You’ve been so good, I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. I’m going to slide my cock into you and feel you come around my aching dick, and then I’m gonna fuck you until you come again.”
I was shaking all over and I couldn’t make it stop. Yes, yes, yes—!
With his dirty words and illicit touch, I was so close to climax, but I held in my complaints this time when Vaughn pulled his fingers out. I couldn’t stop the tears of frustration, but Vaughn kissed them away.
“Delicious,” he said, then lightly kissed my lips. “You’ve been so, so good baby. I told you if you were good you’d get a reward.”
He reached into the nightstand and retrieved a condom, which I assumed he must have bought on one of his grocery visits, and wrapped up his dick. Then, he repositioned himself between my legs, pushing them indecently wide apart so that I was completely open and exposed to him. His cock was so hard and thick and long, and I panted heavily, unashamed of how much I wanted it.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and then he drove his cock into me, until every inch was buried as deep as he could go.
I gasped at the pleasurable pain of him finally filling me, stretching me. Ohhh yes, yes, yes—
Keeping his cock completely still inside of me, Vaughn stared down at where we were joined and rubbed my clit, sparking my need to climax as if I were connected to a live wire. He was so big inside of me, and I was so turned on I didn’t know what to do with myself. My body felt like it was brand new again. Like I was rediscovering the pleasure of sex and experiencing it all for the first time.
“Give it to me,” Vaughn ordered in a gruff tone, giving my pussy and clit a light slap that completely unraveled me.
I came hard, my back arching off the bed as my body clenched around his cock. It felt like my orgasm went on forever. The pleasure was so huge, so built up from hours of being edged the night before, that I couldn’t stop the way my pussy repeatedly clamped tight around his shaft, again and again.
I writhed uncontrollably, panting and whimpering, shamelessly thrusting my hips to try and ride Vaughn’s cock as he murmured praise that I could barely understand through the roaring in my ears.
“Yeah, that’s it, that’s a good girl. I knew you could do it. I knew you could be good for me.” Vaughn groaned, his entire body and muscles tense, but somehow he managed to hold back his own release while I went wild. “Oh, fuck, yeah, feeling your pussy rippling around my dick is driving me insane. I knew it’d be amazing. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby, until you feel my cock all the way in the back of your throat.”
