Page 51 of Indecent Proposal

Vaughn growled again, this time on purpose, like a predator warning its prey, and I found his good arm sweeping under my ass to lift me up with just one arm while I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. I gasped into his mouth, shivering at the implications of his strength.

Vaughn set me on the table and I immediately spread my legs, my hands fumbling to rid him of his clothes. I didn’t want him to have to deal with things one-handed.

He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back, making me choke back a moan. “What do you want, baby girl? Tell me.”

Vaughn wasn’t really asking. He wasordering. And I was going to do as I was told and answer the question.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered huskily. “As hard as you want… I want you rough, I want you dominating me…”

“You want all of that?” Vaughn’s voice was like sandpaper, and he released my hair to rip my shorts down, possibly tearing them as he pulled them out of the way, then shoved my legs apart and exposed just how dripping wet I was.

I whimpered, too far gone to be embarrassed at the way my inner thighs shone with my own slick, showing off just how ready I was for him. I didn’t even need him to finger me—honestly, I didn’t want him to. I wanted it to be a bit rougher than that. I wanted to feel the stretch and burn and complete possession of my body.

“Yes, I want all of that,” I promised him. “I wantyou.”

His hand squeezed my thigh hard, but he didn’t move to do anything else. I was about to moan in frustration—but then I realized what he was doing. What he was waiting for me to say.

“Yes, please, sir,” I said, remembering how I was supposed to address him in times like these.

“That’s much better,” Vaughn growled.

I’d managed to get his pants undone before he shoved me back onto the table, and I bit my lip hard as I watched him draw his cock out. He was completely erect, not that I was surprised. I’d felt him stiffening against me, after all. But it was always such a difference between seeing it and feeling it. It always looked so fucking big, so goddamn thick and hard. It made my entire body feel like it was melting and clenching, like I was aching and empty.

“Please, sir,” I repeated, unable to tear my gaze away. Wanting. Starving.

Vaughn wrapped his hand around my throat, and I whimpered as he pressed me all the way down onto the table. His grip was loose, nowhere near enough to choke me or even threaten to, but that didn’t matter. The very touch of his hand against my vulnerable skin was enough to make me remember the power in his hand, and just what he could do to me if he felt like it.

For a moment I worried that he was going to be slow and gentle with me, that he was going to treat me like I was the broken one, which I wasn’t going to stand for. I wasn’t fragile and I didn’t want him to treat me that way.

But before I could protest, he leaned in, his cock nudging against me, and then he was sliding inside and my whole body was on fire. The fact that he hadn’t used a condom made it all the more filthy, and I didn’t stop him since I was still on birth control. I wanted to feel him come inside me, hot and sticky, utterly owning me.

I arched, a cry wrenched from me. Each driving thrust was deep and rough, but I was so wet it was a smooth glide, like Vaughn’s cock had no choice but to enter me completely and fill me to the brim.

“That’s right,” Vaughn said in a low, dark voice. “You wanted it to be rough? Conquering you after I eliminate the threat? I can do that for you. Give you that dominance you crave. That you didn’t want to admit you needed.”

His hand tightened just a bit on my throat—still not enough to cut off any air, but now a weight, a stern reminder.

It only made me more aroused as pleasure coursed through me. I whimpered, unable to get any words out, unable to even really remember how to form sentences with my mouth. I wanted him to stop waiting, to stop holding me there, I wanted him tomove.

But that was what he’d taught me before. This wasn’t about him giving me what I wanted when I demanded it. It was about him doing things at his own pace. And if he decided to wait a moment, then I needed to let him, knowing my trust in him would be rewarded.

I let my body relax, feeling almost like I was melting into the table. Vaughn smirked down at me. “That’s a good girl.”

A small moan escaped me at the praise. I wanted to be so good for him. I wanted to do as he told me, because he’d reward me so well for it. He wouldn’t disappoint me.

Vaughn pulled out of me almost completely and I swallowed a whine of discontent. It turned into a noise I could only call a scream as he slammed back into me, his entire cock sliding in with hot, relentless purpose.

Then, and only then, did his hand truly tighten around my throat.

He didn’t stop with just this one deep thrust, either. He kept going, fucking me relentlessly, just like I had wanted, just like he had promised. The angle we were at kept his bad arm mostly immobile and he could rely on the rest of his body to fuck me while he stood, and he was giving me every bit of goddamn strength that he had.

I felt like I might pass out, and I inhaled sharply as Vaughn relaxed his grip for a moment to allow me to breathe properly. I had noises trapped in the back of my throat, desperate moans and whines like I was some kind of animal. I felt completely trapped in the grip of my lust and Vaughn’s power and strength. It was amazing.

I couldn’t stop writhing, twisting, my hips bucking up with every thrust of his hips. Having him dominate me felt sogood. The pleasure felt like it was just too much, more than my body could handle. I squirmed uncontrollably, trying to find some way,anyway, to express the sheer ecstasy coursing through my body.

Vaughn, Vaughn, Vaughn,I wanted to cry out, but I couldn’t seem to form his name, only half of the word getting out. I felt like language itself was fleeing me.

All I could think about was the cock inside of me, claiming me like I belonged to Vaughn, like I was nothing more than a conquest, another thing to conquer after he’d just triumphed over his opponent. His shaft was slick and hard, driving into me over and over—and I was just trapped there, unable to do anything excepttake it—and his complete dominance felt absolutely glorious.

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