The Seduction 2 (4 page)

I trace my hand down the front of her body.
I pluck her nipples, and I’m rewarded with a yelp of pleasure. Her
eyes dilate, but Keely tries to pull back.

“What are you doing?” she gasps. “There are
people here.”

I reach for her again, but
Keely pushes me away. “I’ve been thinking about it,” she starts,
sounding determined. “And if this
thing
is going to keep happening, we
need to set some ground rules.”

“Aren’t you forgetting?” I say, hard. “You
don’t make the rules. I do. And rule number one is, I fuck you when
I want, where I want, and all you get to do is beg for more. Unless
you want to be punished again.”

“I can’t,” Keely says, but she bites her
lip, a tell-tale sign she’s turned on.

“Are you sure?” I slide my hand down her
back and over her delicious ass. She shivers against me. “You
remember how good it felt the last time. How you begged me to spank
you harder, like the naughty girl you are.”

Quickly, before she can react, I spank her
once, hard.

Keely gasps, looking around in panic.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I laugh.
“Nobody’s watching. And even if they did, they’d just know you’ve
been a bad, bad girl.”

“Please.” Keely grits her jaw. “Can you quit
that for one moment?”

“Getting your panties in a twist?” I
tease.

“My panties are just fine.” Keely takes a
deep breath. “Look, I want to see you. I want... to keep doing
this. But I don’t know anything about you.”

“So what do you propose?” I scowl. “Twenty
fucking questions? Believe me baby, we’ve got better things to do
than talk.”

“No,” Keely shuts me down. “I’ve decided,
before anything else happens, we have to go on a date.”

What the fuck?

“A date?” I repeat, frowning. “Like dinner
and a fucking movie?”

“Just dinner would be fine. One hour where
you sit and talk to me like a real human, instead of trying to rip
my clothes off.” Keely gives me a faint smile. “That wouldn’t be so
bad. Would it?”

I pause. I don’t do dating. As far as I’m
concerned, all that bullshit is for pussies who can’t get a woman
into bed the easy way. Sitting around, talking all night. It’s a
waste of fucking time when I could be balls-deep in pussy instead,
her breasts bouncing with every jackhammer thrust.

Fucking is simple. Talk is dangerous.
Especially when you’ve got secrets like mine.

“Please, Vaughn. This is the only way.”

Keely looks like she means business this
time. We’ve been fucking around for long enough. I can see the
determination in her eye though, and I can’t risk her running
again.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” I shrug, like it’s
no big deal. “Dinner. Tonight. Your rules.”

She relaxes into a smile so bright that some
poor skateboarding schmuck falls off his board looking. “Thank
you!” she bobs up on her tiptoes and kisses me on the cheek. “It’ll
be fun, I promise.”

What’s fun will be fingerbanging her under
the table while she tries not to scream the whole damn restaurant
down.

My cock twitches at the thought. Suddenly,
dinner doesn’t seem like such a chore. Keely wants to get to know
me, but I’ve got a different plan in mind. I’m going to make that
girl come her brains out -- in front of everyone, right there for
them all to see. She’ll be begging me to fuck her hard and dirty
before I’m done with her.

And I’ll savor every fucking minute of
it.

8

KEELY

The prospect of a date with Vaughn is enough
to distract me from the fact my career might be over before it’s
even begun. When he comes to pick me up at my place later in the
evening, my stomach is tied up in knots.

As I watch him climb out his silver sports
car and confidently climb my steps, a rebellious part of me wonders
why I’m insisting on this charade of dinner. We both know, I won’t
resist him anymore. All it would take is a couple of filthy words,
murmured low in my ear, and I’d be on my knees for him, sucking him
deep, reveling in the freedom of surrender.

And that’s just for starters...

I push the tantalizing images away as the
doorbell sounds. I take a deep breath, and answer.

Holy crap.

“Cat got your tongue?” Vaughn looks amused.
And sexy as hell. Fuck, he’s wearing a crisp white shirt, open at
the collar to show his golden tan. Navy pants, and dress shoes,
he’s made an effort.

“I’m fine.” I finally recover the power of
speech. “Come on in, I just have to get my purse.”

Vaughn steps inside, and looks around.

It’s weird to imagine the place through his
eyes. I’ve done what I can with thrift store finds and cheap
decorations, but I’m painfully self-conscious about the gaping
chasm between this humble apartment and Vaughn’s incredible hilltop
home.

He doesn’t say a word, so I find my purse
and take a final look in the bedroom mirror. Without work to keep
me occupied, I had all day to obsess about this date. I even went
window shopping in some of the stores downtown, but I couldn’t
bring myself to splurge on a new outfit just yet. I can’t believe
the Ashcroft money is real, and until the estate gives me access to
his accounts, I’m not spending a penny more than I normally
would.

Especially since I’m fired from work, and I
may never find another job. But I decided, I’m not going to think
about this tonight, I need to distract myself from the enormity of
what is going on and just try to live a little. So, I focused on
the things I can control right now: picking out one of my favorite
dresses, a simple sheath in navy blue silk, and styling my hair to
flow in messy waves. Remembering Vaughn’s instructions to me last
time, I even wore garters and stockings, a secret whisper of lace
against my thighs that puts a swing in my step as I head back out
into the living room.

“All set,” I tell him.

Vaughn gives me a smoldering look. “Sure you
don’t want to change your mind?” he asks, his voice shivering
through me, low and rasping. “We could stay here instead. See how
long that headboard of yours lasts once you’re tied down, and I’m
fucking your sweet pussy with my tongue.”

My heart stops. “Vaughn,” I whisper, heat
flooding between my thighs.

“Or we can go back to mine.” He comes
closer, taking hold of my jaw. “I’ve got a gift for you, a special
surprise.”

I start to protest, but he pushes his thumb
into my mouth. His skin slides rough against my tongue. I have to
hold back a moan.

“You like it when I fill you up, don’t you?”
he murmurs, watching me. “Your wet little mouth. Your tight
dripping cunt...” A wicked smile spreads across his mouth. He
slides his thumb deeper, forcing me to suck as he leans to whisper
in my ear.

“Has your ass been lonely without me?”

Oh. My. God.

I wrench away, blushing. “Dinner,” I insist.
My head spins. “You promised.”

Vaughn smiles, standing aside to let me
pass. “Very well. But don’t think for a moment I’m letting you off
easy. You’re my dessert, Keely, and I’m going to eat you for
days.”

* * *

We drive across the city, the streets
disappearing smoothly under the wheels of his sleek car. I slide
lower in the leather seat, noting the luxurious interior and way
the car glides through traffic.

“This is an amazing car,” I tell him. “I’ve
never been in anything like it before.”

Vaughn smiles. He’s casual in the driver’s
seat, looking like he’s in some commercial. “I grew up dreaming
about owning one, I had a model, a toy thing. First big paycheck I
got, I went straight down the dealership and took it for a
spin.”

“That wasn’t hard now, was it?” I say with a
smile. “I asked you a question, you shared something about
yourself.”

“Believe me, baby. I’m plenty hard.” Vaughn
grabs my hand and moves it to his crotch so I can feel the outline
of his cock pressing through his pants.

He’s so big, I can’t believe it.

Big, and hard and hot.

I inhale in a rush, remembering it all. The
thick spear of muscle, rearing up in front of me. How good he felt
in my hands.

How good he
tasted
.

Vaughn guides my hand, massaging him through
the fabric. I know he expects me to pull away, scolding again, but
I feel a surge of rebellion.

I close my hand around him and stroke.

Vaughn makes a strangled noise.

I bite back a smile, and explore some more.
Light, teasing strokes along the length of him, swirling my
fingertips over the outline of his shaft.

“Damn, baby...” Vaughn growls. “Harder.
Fuck.”

I increase the pressure, finding a rhythm,
then pull back again. I scratch my nails lightly down the inside of
his thigh, and Vaughn slams on the brakes.

I lurch forwards in my seat with a cry.

Red light.

Vaughn turns to look at me, heavy-lidded
with lust. “What the fuck are you playing at? You’re going to get
us both killed.”

“Me? Nothing,” I recover and give him a
teasing smile. “I’m just giving you incentive. Behave this evening,
and maybe it’ll be worth your while.”

Vaughn’s eyes narrow. His smile turns steely
as the lights change and he puts the car in drive. “You should be
careful what you wish for, baby. You don’t want me to behave.”

“Maybe I do,” I reply.

“I don’t think so. Because if I was
behaving, I wouldn’t tell you that I’m going to fuck you over the
hood of this car.”

My thighs clench.

Vaughn smirks. “See? You like me bad.
Because if you couldn’t blame me for corrupting you, you might have
to face the truth.”

“And what truth is that?” I retort.

He pulls over suddenly, yanking my hand from
his crotch and pulling me in so I’m staring straight in his
eyes.

“You’re filthy,” he whispers softly.

I flush.

“You want it hard, you want it deep, and you
want to beg for mercy.” Vaughn’s eyes never leave mine. They see
through me, to all the dark fantasies I’ve been hiding inside.

“You forget, I’ve seen you on your hands and
knees, my handprint branding you, my cum dripping off your lips.
This good girl bullshit is just an act. Inside that innocent shell,
there’s a wild beast just waiting to be let free.”

“You’ve never met a man up to the
challenge,” Vaughn continues. “Well, I’m not like the others. I’m
going to push every boundary that you’ve got until you’re screaming
for mercy. I’m going to tame you, baby. I’m going to break you
apart.”

He looks past me, his intense stare breaking
into a smile. “But first, I’m going to buy you dinner.”

My head is still reeling when my door
suddenly opens. It’s the valet, reaching to help me out of the
car.

We’re here.

Be careful what you wish for.

I stumble to my feet, inhaling a lungful of
cool night air. Vaughn casually climbs out and tosses him the keys,
striding for the front entrance.

I don’t know how he can be so cool and
collected. My body is aching. My legs feel weak. I’m still caught
up in the wicked promise of his words -- and the fierce
determination in his stare.

He’s not fucking around. He means every
single word.

“Shall we?” Vaughn holds out his arm, a smug
look on his face like he knows exactly how flustered I’m feeling. I
refuse to give him the satisfaction, so I force myself together and
reach to tuck my hand in the crook of his elbow, following him
inside -- trying my hardest not to trip on my heels.

The restaurant is beautiful, a classy French
place I’ve read about before. Apparently, it takes weeks to get a
reservation here, and I can see why. There’s a pretty courtyard
filled with candlelit tables, and everyone here looks like they
just stepped out the pages of a fashion magazine. I even spot a
Hollywood star in the corner, with a girl half his age.

“Table for two,” Vaughn informs the hostess,
who practically drools all over him.

“Right this way,” she breathes, sliding her
hand along his arm as she guides him ahead of her.

I feel like yanking her away. I’m standing
right here!

She leads us to a table on the edge of the
courtyard, set with white linens and antique-looking silverware.
“If there’s anything you need, you just let me know,” the hostess
adds, making sure to lean over to give us an eyeful of her
cleavage. “Anything at all.”

Vaughn ignores her, pulling out a chair for
me. I sit down, aware of the looks coming in our direction. Every
woman in the place is checking him out -- and sending me a glare of
jealousy.

I sit up straighter, and flash one of the
blonde bitches a bright smile.

That’s right, ladies. He’s with me.

“We’ll take a bottle of the Cristal,” Vaughn
instructs the sommelier. I catch a glimpse of the wine list and try
not to pass out. That’s a five hundred dollar bottle of
champagne!

The server brings the bottle, and pops the
cork for us. Vaughn dismisses him with a look, and pours my glass
full of the sparkling amber liquid.

“We should toast,” I say, feeling out of my
depth. Everything here is so perfect and romantic.

Vaughn raises his glass, his smile almost
mocking me. “To a perfect date. That’s what you wanted, isn’t
it?”

“No.” I frown. “I want to get to know you.
You realize getting any kind of personal information out of you is
like pulling teeth. Don’t you ever let anyone in?”

Vaughn’s smile drops. “Not as a rule,
no.”

I take a sip of champagne and press him
more. “Friends? Exes? Family? Come on, there must be someone who
knows your deep, dark secrets.”

“My friends know better than to dig around
in my life.” Vaughn shrugs. “And I don’t have relationships. I
prefer to keep things simple.”

“It sounds lonely to me,” I remark. Vaughn
just gives a steely look.