The Seduction 4 Page 2

Then I realize what she said.

  “We?” I repeat.

  “Cam and I.” Keely folds her arms, stepping away from me.

  Jealousy burns.

  “You can’t trust him,” I growl. “Fuck, he could be in league with them too.”

  Keely glares. “I know that. I can’t trust anyone. I found that out the hard way.”

  Silence.

  Fuck. I gather my thoughts, trying to find the words to make her see. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” she shoots back. “Getting hired by Brent to seduce me? Lying about how your father was Ashcroft’s old business partner? Pretending you actually cared?” Her voice twists on the last word, and I can see how much she’s hurting.

  It hits me a hundred times worse.

  “All of it,” I swear. “You have to believe me.”

  “Why?” Keely swallows. “Why should I believe a single word you ever say? It was all lies, Vaughn. I thought I knew what kind of man you are, but don’t know anything about you.”

  “So we’ll talk,” I tell her. “Right now. I’ll tell you everything, anything you want to know. Please, Keely,” I add, desperate. “I need you to understand.”

  Part of me thinks I’m a pussy to beg. There’s never been a woman I needed like this. I should just walk out and leave Keely to her mysterious inheritance. I’m better off without the drama. Hell, I wouldn’t go ten feet down the street before I found an eager woman ready to spread her legs and screw.

  But that part of me is dead and buried now. I’m in too deep. I need her like fucking air; I have to have her -- and now I know someone is out to hurt her, there’s no chance in hell I’m ever walking away from her again.

  “Please,” I say. “Five minutes, that’s all I need. That’s more than you ever needed,” I add with a wink, trying to make her smile.

  Keely tries not to react, but I see her cheeks flush. “Fine.” She presses her lips together. “Five minutes, but you better tell me everything. I mean it, Vaughn.” Keely’s eyes are harsh. “No more games, no more bullshit. I need the truth.”

  I take a deep breath. I’ve been so focused on getting her to agree to see me, I never thought this far ahead. Now I don’t even know where to begin.

  I can’t hold back now. She deserves everything. Every fucking shameful truth.

  “It’s true, you were just a job to begin with,” I admit. “Brent hired me to fuck you, and get him proof. I didn’t know who he was to you, or anything about Ashcroft back then. He had the money, and you looked like you’d be fun. It wasn’t supposed to be real.”

  Pain flashes on her face. Fuck. I’m going to need a drink for this, so I cross to the bar cart on the other side of the room and pour myself a whiskey. I’m surprised when Keely grabs it from my hand and takes a long slug.

  “Go on,” she orders between gritted teeth. “Don’t stop.”

  So I don’t. I tell her the whole sordid mess from beginning to end. How Brent demanded I get compromising poof about Keely, how when I found out she was Ashcroft’s daughter, my first thought was revenge. He’d destroyed my father, so I would use her to demolish his legacy somehow. That’s why I travelled with her to New York, but then things changed.

  “I swear, I broke the contract with Brent before we slept together,” I tell her.

  Keely blinks. “Why? You must have known I’d give it up to you by then. It was easy money.” Her voice is bitter.

  I shake my head. “He was trouble. I didn’t want that for you, I tried to push you away. But then you showed up at my place, and I couldn’t resist you.” I exhale. “And then the Ashcroft thing happened.”

  There’s a long silence. Keely turns away from me, looking out of the windows over Central Park. I wish I knew what she was thinking, if I even stand a chance.

  “You could have told me,” she says quietly. “About your father. You could have said something at any time. How am I supposed to believe this all isn’t part of your twisted games? Get back with me so you have access to the company again for your revenge?”

  “Because I don’t even want revenge anymore!” I exclaim. “Not if it hurts you. Not now I know Ashcroft was being threatened.”

  Keely turns. “What do you mean?”

  “Those photos you showed me.” I move closer. “The ones with your mother in a bullseye. You think that’s the reason Ashcroft broke things up, sent her away for her own safety.”

  She nods.

  “What if he did the same with my father?” My voice twists. Twenty fucking years I’ve believed the worst about Ashcroft, that his greed and destruction drove my father to suicide. But what if I had it all wrong? “You saw the photos, there were ones of my father too -- of my whole family. If Ashcroft thought he was in danger, maybe that’s why he shut him out of the company. To get him away from whatever was going on, so we’d all be safe.”

  Keely’s eyes brighten. “That must be it! I never believed Ashcroft could do that to your father. Not if they were friends. He was a good man,” she insists, and for the first time, hearing that claim doesn’t make me feel sick to my stomach.

  “I don’t know what’s true anymore,” I tell her, broken. “Everything I thought I knew is wrong. But I know I hurt you, and I’m so sorry. Forgive me, Keely. Give me a chance to make it right. Please.”

  She watches me, clearly torn. I take another step towards her.

  “You know I’m not the kind of guy to beg, but I’ll do it,” I vow, desperate. “I’ll get on my fucking knees, I’ll do anything you want. I’ve told you everything, the whole truth. You’re in control, Keely. You’re the one calling the shots now.”

  I watch her, waiting for some reply. For her to tell me it’s OK, or that I need to get the hell out and never show my face again. My heart clenches, praying with everything I’ve got that she lets me stay.

  I’ve never wanted anything so bad.

  Finally, the conflict on her face clears. She’s decided.

  Fuck. I brace myself for the worst, already forming another last-ditch argument. But when she opens her gorgeous mouth, I hear the last words I could ever expect.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  3

  KEELY

  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.”

  4

  VAUGHN

  Dammit, I’m dying here.

  No, worse, I’m already dead. Wheel me off to the fucking coroner's office, and mark down cause of death: Keely’s dirty mind and miraculous cunt.

  Fuck.

  I didn’t know she was capable of this. I have to clench my fists so hard my nails draw blood. What I wouldn’t give to throw that sweet ass down over the table and show her exactly what my cock can do when she’s wide awake. Never mind sinking slowly into her pussy, I’m going to pound that tight, virgin asshole like an animal until she’s screaming with pleasure.

  But I can’t. Fuck. I have to hold back, even if it kills me. Because this is my test, Keely’s way of proving if she can trust me or not.

  And I’m determined to show she can.

  “What do you think it means, the dream?” Keely smiles at me, a lazy, satisfied grin. She’s fully dressed, but glowing from her climax, so goddamn beautiful it takes my breath away.

  “It means you’re a goddamn miracle,” I breathe. I’m so hard it hurts, every inch of my dick crying out for the tight grip of that juicy cunt. “Let’s go, right now. I’ll take you up to the roof at Soho House and fuck you ‘til they call the cops.”

  She giggles. “Oh no. I’ve still got plans for you. Starting now. Undress me. Slowly,” she adds with a stern look.

  I grit my teeth and fight the urge to tear that blouse right off her, rip her bra until those ripe, peachy breasts swing free.

  Dammit.

  I slowly reach out and unbutton the blouse. Keely looks amused. “Good boy,” she smirks.

  Fuck if that look doesn’t turn me on even more. I’ve always demanded total surrender from my women. I’ve never wanted it any other way. Now, I wonder what Keely would look like in leather, some kinky heels, digging into my back--

  “Hey!” Keely’s voice comes, sharp. I look down. In my lust-crazy state, I yanked a button too hard, sending it flying across the room.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You will be.” Keely looks thoughtful. “I wonder, what will your punishment be? I’ll think about it while you finish undressing me.”

  I carefully peel off the remainder of her clothing. My heart pounds like a fucking anvil. Is this how she felt, every time I ordered her around? Fuck, I could come right now like some teenager, just shoot my load without a single touch.

  Finally, she’s naked, and damn, this is even more painful than before. Every inch of her body bared to me, those lush curves, her tight nipple, the moist sheen of her pussy...

  “That’s right, look at me,” Keely orders. “Have you missed me?”

  “Yes,” I growl, shaking with tension. Fuck, I need her, need to claim her body, brand her with my hands. I need to lose myself in her wet, clenching channel until there’s nothing else in the world, only her.

  “I missed you too,” she murmurs, still teasing. “I missed your mouth on my nipples.” She brings her hands up, slowly stroking her breasts. “I missed you touching me, kissing me.”

  Keely walks across the room, and sinks down on the couch. Just like she told me in her kinky dream, she lays back, naked and spread to me.

  “Make up for lost time.” Her voice comes
clearly. “Touch me, Vaughn.”

  I lunge towards her, but she holds up a hand. “Soft,” Keely orders. “Stroke me, touch me everywhere. I want your hands on every inch of my body.”

  My fucking pleasure.

  I kneel down beside her, memorizing the sight. Her hair spills over the dark blue couch, her creamy flesh smooth as silk as I reach out my hands and slowly caress over her chest and down to her stomach.

  Keely lets out a contented murmur. I stroke again.

  Jesus. It’s heaven and hell all in one. She feels like a fucking miracle, so warm and soft under my rough hands. I want to grab and gorge on her flesh, grip her tight, devour her whole. But I have to go slow, forcing myself to barely touch her. I stroke with a whisper of a caress down her thighs, over her legs, the arch of her foot, and back up again.

  Her skin prickles in goose bumps. I catch my breath. I’ve never taken the time to worship her like this; with us, it’s always hard and fast and furious. The only thing I wanted was my cock down her throat, my tongue deep in her cunt, her juices spilling slick over my balls.

  But now, on my knees, under her control, I revel in her beauty, the swell of her body. I see every shudder, not just where she feels it the most. Her sensitive places, the soft skin that makes her tremble.

  I brush over her breasts and she moans.

  Fuck.

  I do it again, lust raging inside me, demanding satisfaction. My hard-on presses painfully against the couch as I lean over her, softly tracing around her nipples until they’re puckered and tight. Keely arches up against my hand.

  “Lick them,” she gasps. “I want to feel your tongue on me.”

  I draw a ragged breath, then lean to follow her command. I lick slowly around her nipple, swirling in circles before I rasp the tip hard over her tight, aching bud.

  Keely whimpers. “Yes,” she gasps. “Again.”

  I turn my attention to the other breast, licking and swirling before I close my mouth around her and suck.

  She cries out, her body arching up again. And this time, I can feel where she wants me; sense her body’s demand.

  I slide one hand down her stomach and softly stroke over her wet, swollen clit.