Chapter 32
Elijah
I take the long route because damn, I’ve missed this. My girl. My bike. Austin. It’s good to be home.
We arrive at the Onion Creek Club just in time. We pass Jax and Marshall on the way up the private lane, but Vaughn doesn’t seem to notice. Pretty sure she has her eyes closed and is half asleep anytime she’s on this thing with me.
“What are we doing here?”
Her question confirms that she was either asleep or not paying attention the whole way here.
“As I recall the first time you brought me here, I just did what was asked of me and didn’t ask any questions.”
She mimes zipping her sinfully sexy lips and throwing away the key.
“Good girl.” Looking down to her arms, I see the reaction these two words always illicit in her. Goosebumps. She loves the praise.
We get to the back of the property, and everything is setup exactly to my specifications. The twins are weird but, they aren’t incompetent. Quite the opposite actually.
There’s an inflatable projector screen set up near the sixteenth green, a place we have previously done some very filthy...exercises.
The bike rolls to a stop, and I push down the kickstand as Vaughn pulls off her personalized pink helmet. She immediately takes in our surroundings, giving me a quizzical look.
“What’s with the theatre setup?”
“Ah, Little Devil. Do you remember the first night you spent in my bed?”
Her cheeks redden, and her delicate hand comes to her face. Right about where the blindfold came across her temple. Her cheeks aren’t reddened in embarrassment. That’s desire on her face.
“I remember.” There’s anticipation and excitement in her voice.
“I made you something that night.”
“Made me something? Is it handcuffs?” Her tone is wary. She knows I like to tie her up. I know she likes to get tied up.
“Better.”
Reaching around to the left saddlebag, I pull out the portable projector Marshall loaned to me.
The small device sits perfectly on the front fender, quickly displaying the video I already have queued up.
The bike speakers are a fantastic accent to the show.
Great sound quality. The projected image is intentionally silent because I’ve spent a great deal of time perfecting the ideal playlist. It’s possible that I should examine my constant need for musical accompaniment.
Vaughn is leaning around me, positioning herself for a better view of the screen in front of us. She sucks in a sharp breath when I snatch her up by the waist, pulling her to my chest and settling her on the bike in front of me.
Even though I can’t see her face, it’s evident in her accelerating heart rate and halted breaths that she sees what’s on the screen.
Right now, she’s watching me step back from the phone I setup on the dresser.
She’s seeing me wink at the screen before I move to the side so that her body on the bed comes into view.
The moment she sees herself on screen, her upper body pushes back into me as though she’s trying to move away from the image.
She’s shocked. She hadn’t expected to see herself tied to my headboard, topless and panting.
“You recorded us.” It’s almost a question. Almost an accusation.
I’ve been saving this video for a very long time, waiting for this exact moment. If she hates it...well fuck. Does she hate it?
On screen, I’ve knelt down between her legs, making sure to keep to the side so that she can see what I’m doing to her. Off screen, I’m terrified and barely breathing.
Blindfolded Vaughn is writhing on the bed as my fingers plunge and swirl inside her.
It doesn’t take long for her back to bow as her mouth moves in the shape of my name.
Her hands clench on my thighs...except that isn’t happening on the screen.
It’s happening right here. Vaughn has my thighs gripped in her small hands.
She’s breathing loudly...heavily. It’s obvious she isn’t aware of her own reaction.
She’s been catapulted back to that time; only now, she’s seeing everything she couldn’t see before.
She still remembers those heightened senses of touch, and sound and she’s feeling them every bit as strongly as she was then, only now, she sees.
She sees her legs trembling as she reaches her climax.
She sees the pulsing of her cunt as her core clenches and relaxes around my fingers.
She watches herself cum. She’s losing control as she sees the impact her orgasm has on me.
My head falls to her thigh, and my hands are shaking uncontrollably.
I, too, am taken back to that moment. The first time I ever watched her cum for me.
It was the most incredible sight. I was falling apart and wanting to do it all over again.
Present Vaughn lets her head fall into my chest. Her chest is heaving, causing her full breasts to test the limits of her already tight, sleeveless top. This is Vaughn in the throes of desire. Possibly my favorite version of my little devil.
On screen, I grab her hips, roughly flipping her over to her front. She bounces off the bed, and I don’t give her time to settle before I’m quickly dragging up her hips and slamming into her.
Now, my cock is straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans, and I have to reposition due to the pain. It’s clear that Vaughn has reached peak sensitivity when this small movement of my hips causes a soft whimper to leave her lips. She’s ready.
My hand on her hip slowly trails down until my fingers feel the lace of her thin lace panties.
“Mmmm. Little Devil...I’m going to have to remove these. You’ve gotten them all wet.” My tone is meant to be chiding, but instead it comes out filled with lust.
“Mmmhhhhmm. Take them.”
This is my favorite part. A person can’t truly know what satisfaction is until this woman wants you, needs you. There is no someone like her. There is only her. Vaughn. Little Devil. Mine.
She’s almost panting in anticipation as I hook my fingers in the hem of her panties and pull them down over the round globes of her ample ass. The front of her skirt keeps her concealed from my eyes, but the scent of her arousal permeates the air. That’s it for me. Her scent. Gets me every time.
Before allowing her time to react, I have her hips pulled up, forcing her to brace her hands on the fuel tank. She never takes her eyes off the screen. Even when she can’t find placement for her knees, she keeps her gaze on past us.
In a swift, practiced motion, my jeans are unfastened, and my cock is free.
Sweet relief. My dick had swelled to the extent of pain behind my zipper as I watched her writhe on screen and listened to her pant in my lap.
Bracing her right leg out to the side so that her left knee has room to stabilize on the cushion of the seat, I flip up her skirt, exposing her to me.
A longing whimper peels from her lips, letting me know the build-up has been worth it. Every nerve in her body is set ablaze.
“I love you, Little Devil. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
“And you’re mine.”
Fucking love it when she says that. It’s that caveman shit we all have that we say we don’t have and maybe we think we don’t have, until some fine as fuck woman comes along and says, “You’re mine”.
I raise Vaughn’s leg that I’ve been holding and position myself at her entrance. “Forever, right V?”
“Forever.”
That whole knocking her up thing failed when she immediately got on birth control after I told her I wouldn’t be wearing condoms. This will work though. This will tie her to me forever.
Pressing forward, my shaft sinks slowly into her warm, inviting cunt. Vaughn’s gasp is drowned out by my loud groan of satisfaction.
Apparently, I’m not moving fast enough for her liking because Vaughn is pressing back into me. Trying to take more of me.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re not the boss here, Little Devil. Remember?”
She whimpers as I pull back.
“Eyes forward. Take what I give you.”
For the first time tonight, Vaughn takes her eyes off the screen and rests her forehead on the bike between her elbows. She nods in acknowledgment of my order. It took a while to get here. To her submission. She knows now that it’s better this way.
Easing myself back into her soaking wet heaven is even better the second time around, so I can’t help but give her the last few inches hard and fast. Her head comes back up quickly, and her eyes are back on the screen just in time to see me begin to piston into her.
Following the lead of on-screen me, I thrust into her hard.
..deep. Slowly pulling back almost all the way out, I repeat this movement over and over.
Repeatedly, I hit that spot inside of her.
The one that I could find blind and without direction.
My body knows hers in a way that can’t be explained.
Our very first encounter was the best sex I’ve ever had, and each time since has been better than the time before.
My body craves the pleasure of hers and instinctively knows how to wring it from her.
My hips move faster and harder. Slamming into her so forcefully that Vaughn struggles to keep a grip on the bike. Holding back my orgasm has become torturous, causing my grunts and groans to come out pained.
“Fuck....So good, Devil.”
Her cunt clenches down hard on my cock, and I know we’ve made it.
The rough pistoning of my hips pushes her body forward as I cum loudly while her core clamps down on my shaft over and over.
Her orgasm stretches out, continuing on as long as I keep pounding into her.
One final thrust is all I have left, and it’s all her small body can take.
She loses muscle function, leaving me to catch her body before her face can hit the fuel tank.
Her body is completely limp in my arms, and I want to laugh, but I can’t muster the energy. I’m still trying to even out my breathing when she speaks again.
“Thanks for catching me.”
“Gotta protect the money maker.”
Vaughn chuckles softly, and the sound further entwines my soul with hers. On screen, the past us is gearing up for round two. Here on the green, I’m covertly digging in the saddlebag for the real reason I brought her here.