Page 35 of Indecent Proposal

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’remine, Claire. You do asIsay, 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 sofull.

“You wanna come, baby girl?” he taunted.

I whimpered, trying to move my hips in time to his thrusting fingers.

“Isaid, you wanna come?” he repeated, more harshly this time.

“Yes, yes sir!” I begged. “I want to—so badly—”

“Your orgasms aremine,” Vaughn snarled. “And you’re going to come whenIgive 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 forhours. 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.

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