Chapter 29
VAUGHN
The masquerade ball is really just an excuse to bring people of power in my world together.
Everyone dresses up, arrives in fancy cars at the opulent Chateau de Villargent in Neuilly-sur-Seine just west of Paris, drinks expensive champagne, and then makes multi-billion-dollar deals in backrooms and boardrooms.
Sometimes in bedrooms, too.
Everyone’s reason to be here is self-serving, mine included. Tonight, after months of dancing around each other, I’m going to be sitting down with the enigmatic Xavier d’Auvrelle, head of the very powerful d’Auvrelle family.
There are crime families and then there are crime dynasties.
Evelina’s family, like most bratva families, is the former.
Even the ones founded decades ago in the Cold War years or even earlier during both World Wars pale in comparison to the sheer history wrapped around some of the old families of Europe.
The Torvallés family, for instance, goes all the way back to the Spanish Inquisition. The Syndicate, before it was what it’s been for the last two centuries, was once an assassins' guild called “la fraternité d'obsidienne” and was active during The Crusades.
The d’Auvrelle family, meanwhile, can trace itself all the way back to Phillip II, the first to adopt the title “King of France”.
So…to say the guest list at Chateau de Villargent tonight is full of powerful people is like saying Mount Everest is “a charming little hill”.
But right now, I don’t give a fuck about the meetings held here tonight that will shape what people read about in history books a hundred years from now.
“Um…” In the pied-a-terre I keep in Paris, Evelina blushes as she pauses in the doorway to the bedroom, wearing the gown I picked out for her.
I can’t tell if I should put her behind glass and hang her on the wall of The Louvre or chase her down, choke her with my cock while I spank her ass raw, and fuck her like a whore until she can’t walk straight.
“Both” is making an appealing case for itself, too..
There was a moment when I was considering a particularly dramatic black evening dress for her for this evening. There was also a stunning silvery-white number that I knew would make the metal in her eyes gleam.
But why try to fight the tide.
The pink, floor-length ball gown is decorated with gold filigree and silk flowers that cascade over the scooped neck, off-the-shoulder straps, and plunging back. The voluminous, layered tulle skirt blooms out from the fitted bodice, giving a full bell silhouette.
I didn’t just pick this for her because it’s fucking pink, though. I picked it because the gown is a perfect blend of whimsical and sultry.
It’s carefree and dreamy, but also luxuriously provocative.
Princess meets submissive fuck toy.
The good girl with a trickle of cum running down her thighs.
It’s so her.
And fuck me… Evelina in that gown might be the death of me.
“Vaughn.”
Her shy voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“I…” Her mouth twists. “I can’t wear this.”
“I beg to differ. You’re doing a marvelous job.”
Her cheeks bloom with heat. “No, I mean…” Evelina chews on her lip and lifts her eyes to mine. “I googled the dress.”
I say nothing.
“Vaughn, I’m not wearing a four-hundred-thousand-dollar dress to—”
I step right into her personal space, running a finger up her jugular before I delicately cup her chin, lifting her big gray eyes to mine.
“Yes,” I murmur. “You are.”
“It’s…” She flushes. “It’s obscene. That’s so much money.”
“The only obscenities going on right now are the things that dress makes me want to do to you in it.”
Her breath catches sharply as my gaze locks with hers.
I smile darkly. “I’m also betting on it creating the same sort of obscenities in the minds of the men I’m meeting with tonight.” I arch a brow. “I want them confused. I want their thoughts wandering, thinking about you and that gown while I’m hammering out the finer points of our deals.”
I gently lace my fingers around her throat and lower my lips to her ear. “Besides, you look fucking amazing in it.”
Evelina shivers as I pull back from her, her wide eyes still locked on mine. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“Now—show me the other part.”
Her face turns scarlet.
“Lift the gown, princess,” I murmur.
Her throat works up and down. “I… I’m not wearing that,” she mumbles, her face red. “I… Vaughn, I can’t.”
She means the scandalously flimsy, transparent black lace thong panties, tied with bows at the hips, that I left out for her along with the gown.
“Show me.”
She turns bright red, but she still gathers the clouds of pink tulle in her hands and lifts the hem up to her waist.
She’s wearing regular, plain black panties.
“Follow me.”
She hesitates, but then follows me back into the bedroom. The panties she should be wearing are still on the edge of the bed, next to the other little item I’m completely unsurprised she’s also ignoring.
Evelina gasps as I drop to my knees in front of her, her face throbbing. “Vaughn…”
Without a word I reach under her gown, hook my fingers into her panties, and slide them down and off her legs.
“I noticed you also aren’t wearing the other present I bought for you.”
Evelina’s face darkens.
“Vaughn, I’m not wearing a dildo in my pussy to a freaking black tie ball.”
I smile. “It’s not a dildo. And it's not for your pussy.”
I stand and pluck the little gold plug with the pink gem in the flared base from the bed before turning back to her.
“I don’t under—”
“It’s a plug, I say. “And it’s going in your ass.”
Her eyes bulge.
“I—Vaughn!” she squeals, her face turning the color of strawberries. “I am not wearing that!”
“An oversight we’re going to rectify right now.”
She gasps as I wrap my fingers around her throat, my eyes glinting.
“Bend over.”
Her breath catches. “Vaughn—”
“It’s either this,” I murmur, “or it’ll be my fat cock stretching that tight, slutty little hole out before we head out to the ball. Your choice.”
“Jesus,” she chokes as she stares up into my face.
But I don't see shock or fear in her eyes.
It’s something far more dangerous and alluring: the part of her that wants to defy me so I make good on those threats.
It’s the masochist in her. The eager cum slut. The submissive fuck toy.
The side of her that struggles not to whimper when I threaten to spank her ass until she can’t sit for a week, or tell her I’m going to come on her face and leave it there throughout our dinner out if she doesn’t come on my fingers in the car outside the restaurant right the fuck now.
There’s a part of her that wants me to do those things. To have that power over her. Because just as having that control gets me off, giving up that control is what makes her come apart at the seams.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me, princess?”
She whimpers softly, her face crumpling a little as she nods.
“Then bend over and lift that dress.”
She turns and leans forward across the bed.
She reaches back, pulling the multiple layers of tulle over her bare butt.
I allow myself to stand there admiring the perfection of her ass and legs, taut from a lifetime of dancing.
The muscles rippling under soft, creamy skin.
Her tight, puckered, inviting asshole. The silken, pink lips of her pussy nestled between her thighs.
She’s wet.
“Open your mouth.”
Evelina shivers, but does as she’s told. I slip the gold butt plug into her mouth.
“Get it nice and wet, princess.”
She whimpers as she eagerly sucks on the toy, coating it with her spit. It’s wet and glistening when I slip it from her lips and then crouch behind her.
Evelina’s spine snaps straight and a guttural, choked cry wrenches from her throat when I kiss her tight back hole and swirl my tongue around her ring.
“Vaughn…” she moans softly.
I press the plug against her slick hole and push. Evelina gasps sharply, her ass tensing. It’s a tiny butt plug. But still.
That’s one tight little hole.
“Relax, princess,” I murmur, kissing one globe of her ass. “Let it in.”
She breathes deeply, visibly unclenching a little. I push again, and this time, the small plug slips inside. Evelina chokes out a gasp, her legs shaking as the plug adjusts inside her, the pink gem twinkling between her cheeks.
“Good girl.”
I have her step into the lacy panties, then I pull them up tight.
I can still see the little gem winking behind the thin strip of her thong, and my cock aches in my tuxedo pants.
Evelina’s trembling as she stands. Her face is crimson as I take her arm to walk her out.
“Shit…” she chokes when she takes her first step. She glances at me out of the corner of her eye. “I…I can feel it when I walk,” she whispers quietly.
“Good,” I growl as I lower my lips to her ear. “It'll remind you what my cock is going to feel like when it takes its place.”