Chapter 29
Vaughn
My heart picks up speed, and my core comes alive as my other senses take over.
He takes both my hands in his, tying them together in front of me with that soft leather strap I’ve become so familiar with.
Now, being completely at his mercy is a thrilling feeling.
Knowing all his secrets only makes me trust him more.
My mouth falls open, and I can do nothing to quiet the heavy breaths that are escaping me.
“Little Devil?” The deep, gritty sound of his voice surprises me in the silence, causing my breaths to hitch.
“Mmhhhmm.”
Eli lifts the hem of my shirt up with one hand and holds onto my waist with the other as he stands, spinning us to face the opposite direction.
He’s still lifting the shirt, careful not to remove the blindfold, when I feel my now naked back meet the soft quilt covering his bed.
My hands are tangled up in the shirt, and he’s tugging them above my head.
My hands bump against...that’s the headboard. Shit. He’s going to tie me up again.
“Is your mom still here?” The squeaky tenor with which I speak probably hints at a fear of being overheard by his family...while, truthfully, their presence is probably not having the effect on me that it should.
The sound of heavier fabric being stretched tight pulls me from thoughts of Eli’s mother, and well...that’s probably for the best in the current situation.
It’s the shirt I was wearing. He’s securing it to something above my head. I lightly tug on my hands and find that, yes, I am in fact tied to the headboard. Tied to the headboard, blindfolded, and topless. Oh. My. SPICY ROMANCE SCENE, Rina Kent! This is hot. Really, really hot.
Paying attention to the way his weight shifts on the mattress, I can sense that Eli is moving back and gliding over my body.
The rough stubble of his face barely skims my goose-bumped skin as his lips trace a path from my hairline, softly down the bridge of my nose and settle over my lips.
He’s not kissing me. He’s hovering there barely moving.
Our breaths meet and tangle together creating tension in the air between us.
“Little Devil?”
“Yes.” My response is a near whisper, and it’s all I’m capable of. My pants are still on, but already I’m breathless and desperate.
“You’re mine aren’t you.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I’m yours, Eli. So very yours.” It’s almost like I can’t answer his questions fast enough. I want to please him, and words are all I have right now.
“Mmm. That’s right. So very mine. I’m the only man alive to ever touch these.
” He has continued moving down my body until now, his warm mouth is claiming one nipple, and his tongue is swirling around the raised flesh, hardening it beneath his attention.
His large hands take over for his tongue as he trails down my stomach and.
..AH...further. His mouth never leaves my skin as he tugs the thin pajama pants from my waist.
“What about me?”
“Huh?” Was there more to that question? My brain is hazy. I can only be in one place at a time, and I am definitely wherever his mouth is. I don’t understand what he’s asking.
“What about me, Vaughn. Am I yours?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah. You’re mine.”
“Mmmm. That’s good.”
“Mmmhhhmm. Do I have to kill anyone?”
He chuckles into my skin but doesn’t respond because I guess we’re joking about murder now.
He has managed to remove my pants without ever taking his mouth off my skin.
I still can’t see anything, and I can’t reach for him, but I can hear the soft moans and sharp gasps coming from my mouth.
I can smell the scent of my body’s own arousal.
I can feel the intense sensations that his hands, mouth, and breaths are creating on my skin.
It’s a profound and consuming feeling. He’s bringing me to the edge, and I can’t anticipate what’s coming next until he blows cool air onto my clit.
My hips instinctively buck and my hands pull on their restraints.
“Eli. Fuck.”
His low chuckle vibrates against me, and it’s already a conscious effort to hold back my orgasm.
“Mmm. The sweetest scent.” His intake of air is audible before he spreads me open with his fingers and roughly licks my clit. “And the taste of you. All my favorite things.”
“AH. Mmm.” He uses the soft, lightly textured surface of his tongue to flatten against my clit before moving it side to side, unraveling my resolve. I was already held together by a fraying thread, and his tongue has officially finished me off. “Eli.”
My hips rock back and forth as the orgasm consumes me, with the clenching of my inner walls causing his tongue to move faster across my clit.
The scruff on his face scrapes the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I turn my face into my arm to muffle the weird and utterly desperate sounds I’m making.
Eli turns his face to laugh against my thigh while his whole body shakes.
“Doing okay, Gorgeous?” It’s obvious in the confident almost cocky way he says this that he knows I’m more than okay.
My nod and quiet “Mmhmm” aren’t necessary, but I assure him anyway. He has pulled away from me, but I still feel his weight on the bed between my legs. His heated gaze is on me. I can feel it on every inch of my flushed skin.
“Eli?”
“Just taking in everything that I own. It doesn’t seem real. Doesn’t seem fair. It’s still mine, though isn’t it, Devil.”
“Yes.”
His hands grasp my sides as his thumbs rub my nipples.
His grip is firm while his palms descend my body, massaging as they move downward.
Hands on my hips, my inner thighs, and now spreading me.
The full attention of his hands is on my vagina.
He’s opening me up to him. He pulls on my clit with one hand while two fingers from his other hand enter me and swirl.
“I want to see it.”
“See what?” My voice is high. He isn’t letting up, and I haven’t fully recovered from the first orgasm.
“I want to see you cum. Cum for me.”
“Huh? You’ve seen me cum. Several times.”
“Hmmhm. Your cunt. I want to watch your cunt when you cum for me.”
Nothing. I’ve got nothing. The only thing I can think of is that I kind of want to see that, too.
He hasn’t stopped swirling his fingers inside me, and his other hand is still tugging on my clit, so my words are barely words when they leave my lips. “Ah, okay.”
“Vaughn?”
“Huh, yeah.”
“You want to see it don’t you.”
“Hmm..no...AH..I-I-I’m fine.”
Suddenly, everything stops. His hands aren’t on me, and the weight of his body is absent from the bed. I hear him moving something on the dresser. Then...nothing. “Eli?”
“Here, gorgeous.”
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
“See wha-” my words halt when the weight of him returns to the bed.
He’s positioned differently now, but he’s still between my legs.
He immediately puts pressure on my clit and slowly slides two fingers back into me.
This time, he’s plunging them in before curling them and hitting THAT spot over and over and over and “Ah Eli” my legs shake uncontrollably, and my abdomen clenches almost painfully tight as my orgasm crashes over me in waves.
“Fucking beautiful, baby.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, and his hands are shaking just as violently as my legs.
Again, his weight is absent from the bed, and I hear his clothes rustling against his skin. He’s undressing. Finally.
His rough hands return to my skin, skimming up my calves to my thighs, and, without warning, he flips me onto my stomach.
My squeal is definitely heard by anyone on the second floor as my body bounces off the mattress.
There’s no time to think or respond when he roughly grasps my hips, pulling me up until my naked ass is in the air.
A loud SMACK permeates the room as he slaps my right ass cheek hard before kneading the flesh there in both hands. “Eli!”
“I’m the boss here. It’s very important to remember that. Understand?”
Letting out a heavy breath, I just nod vigorously into the bedding.
“Tell me you understand.” His grip tightens on my ass, but it’s not painful. He’s getting my attention.
“You’re the boss here.”
“Good girl. Such a beautiful, obedient girl.”
The little voice in my head says to set him straight on this obedient bullshit but my body says let it the hell go, and right now the body is definitely in charge of brain to mouth function.
“Yes.”
That submission does it for Eli, and he grips my hips, jerking me into him as he thrusts his thick shaft into me, impaling me in one swift motion.
We both cry out at the same time, and damn it, I really hope the twins aren’t up here.
The jokes and elaborate mimicry will be unending if they’re hearing this.
The loud smacking of our skin slapping together mixes with the wet, sloshing noises of my previous arousals. All of these sensations add to the building intensity.
The blindfold remains firmly in place, as do my hands.
I can smell the tang of us in the air, feel his rough hands on my hips, and his hard cock inside me.
Picturing it all in my mind pushes me into that spinning vortex again.
My climax rockets through my chest and legs, settling between my legs, causing my core to clamp down hard.
“FUCK! Fuck! Ah!”
Eli slams into me harder and harder and harder until “Vaughn”. My name is growled out from deep in his chest as he makes short, jerky movements, his shaft pressing harder into me each time.
He’s fully spent, but he continues to rock into me slowly and deeply.
“You’re perfect for me. Absolutely everything I’ve ever wanted. You feel better than anything I could’ve imagined.”
Eli pulls out of me and briskly flips me back over.
He kisses the sole of my foot. “I love these feet.” He kisses my thigh.
“I’d kill for these thighs.” He rubs his nose and mouth into the soaking wet, sensitive flesh between my legs.
Licking me there and briefly sucking my clit back into his mouth.
“I’d do many very immoral things to maintain access to this pretty little cunt.
” His large body continues the path upward until he’s again hovering above me.
His lips rest softly against mine as his cock lengthens and becomes rigid between us.
“This had better make it into your book.”
If there was ever anything worth writing about, it’s this moment.