The Seduction 3 (2 page)

Brent doesn’t say a
word, his eyes bugging out of his head, so I slam him back again. He
lets out a yelp.

“Yes! I understand!”

“Good.”

I release him, and he
stumbles to the ground, gasping.

“And I’m warning
you,” I add. “Don’t fuck with Keely. She’s mine. Hurt her,
you hurt me. And you don’t want to fuck with me.”

I leave him there,
doubled over, and head straight back upstairs to Keely. I’m wound
tight as a fucking vice, but just the sight of her silhouetted in the
window makes me stop.

Fuck, she’s
beautiful.

She turns back to me,
smiling. “Find it?”

“What? Oh, yeah, my
wallet. Under the seat.” I slam the door behind me. The scene with
Brent has rattled me, reminding me just how much is on the line here.

And
how you’re in over your head with Keely.

I shut down the
whispers. I’m in control here. I’m always in control.

Keely bends over to
unzip her suitcase. “What do you think I should wear to dinner? He
said casual, but--”

“Put that down.”

My voice is even, but
Keely freezes right away. She looks up, her eyes flaring with
excitement.

That’s right, baby.
You know what’s coming.

I stroll closer, blood
rushing to my dick. Damn, this girl makes me stiff just thinking
about slamming into her. Those creamy thighs, those juicy tits.

That wet, luscious
cunt.

My cock leaps,
straining to sink into her sweet pussy. I want to throw her down on
that bed and pound her until she screams the fucking house down.

But first, I want to
hear her beg.

“Take off your
clothes. Get on your knees. Hands behind your back,” I order her.

She gives me a wicked
grin, then complies without a word of protest. Obediently stripping
off her jeans and shirt. Dropping to the floor. Assuming the
position, her bare breasts jutting out, nipples tight and begging for
a suck.

Goddamn.

I unzip my pants and
stroke myself, hard as a fucking rock. Keely watches my hand, licking
her lips. She knows what I’ve got for her, all nine throbbing
inches, and damn if she isn’t wet and ready for me.

“You know, all this
time, I’ve been neglecting that sweet little mouth of yours,” I
muse, stopping by her kneeled body. “I’ve licked your pussy,
pounded that cunt until you can’t stand straight, but those lips...
They look like they need a good fucking. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Vaughn.”
Keely bobs her head. She’s still looking up at me with that teasing
grin, like she’s the one running this show.

Not for long,
sweetheart.

“You want my cock
sliding deep down your throat,” I tell her, growling. “You want
me filling you up, you need every fucking inch of me.”

She exhales in a
shiver. “God, yes.”

“You’re wet again.”
I watch her body, the frantic rise of her chest. “Go on, feel.”

Keely slides a hand
between her legs. Her eyes close for a moment as she feels herself,
and damn, I know just how slick that sweet flesh must be.

“Taste it,” I order
her. “Lick it all, baby. Tell me how you taste.”

She flushes, pulling
her fingers out and lifting them to her lips. She’s still
self-conscious, she has to look away as she sinks them between her
lips and sucks.

“Well?” I growl, my
cock aching to be right there. In her tight pussy or buried in that
hot mouth.

“I taste... I taste
like sex,” she whispers, cheeks red.

“Not yet,
sweetheart,” I chuckle. “Not even close. You just wait until I’ve
been fucking you for an hour, when you’re raw and aching and you
can’t believe you’re still wet. You wait until I’ve got my
fingers in that tight little asshole, and my cock shoved so deep in
your cunt you think you’ll die from the feeling.”

Keely gasps. Her eyes
are glazed now, her breath coming in fast little pants.

“When my cum spills
out of you, and you’re dripping in our juices. That’s what sex
tastes like, baby, and you can bet, I’ll make you drink every
drop.”

“I want it,” she
whispers, eyes glazed with lust. “Let me taste you now.”

“What’s the magic
word?” I ask, moving closer.

“Please!” she
demands, her voice shaking. “Vaughn, please!”

I shove my cock deep
into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

Keely moans, vibrating
against my shaft. Fuck yeah, like that baby. She knows how I like it,
knows just the way to work, licking and swirling her tongue over me
as I thrust deep and hard into that wet chasm.

She breaks position,
lifting her hands to grip my ass, but I can’t complain, not when it
gives her leverage to slide her lips up and down my shaft, her tight
little mouth suctioning me with piston-quick accuracy.

Goddamn, her mouth is a
miracle.

She reaches lower,
cupping my balls, stroking my taint. I groan. God yes. Right there. I
can feel the tension grow, the tremor in my root as I fist my hands
in her hair and pump harder. Goddamn, I could lose myself right here,
in the wet warmth of her lips and the eager little moans she hums
into me.

She loves it, greedily
sucking down every inch of me, and fuck that just makes me harder,
pump deeper. I’m on the edge of a fucking precipice, plunging all
the way, so deep I can feel the ridges at the back of her throat,
hitting against my head with every thrust.

It’s fucking intense.
I’m seeing red here, my body coiled tight, my balls about to
explode. And then she looks up at me, her eyes wide and lustful as
her head keeps bobbing. I watch my dick slide all the way into that
sweet mouth, in and out, and fuck, she doesn’t look away. Her gaze
stays locked on me, so I see the desperate desire claiming her body,
and how much she wants this. How much she needs every inch of me,
swallowing me deep, ravenous, even as I fuck her hard and relentless.
She takes it all, moaning, her breasts bouncing with the force of my
thrusts.

I grip her hair and
thrust one last time as my climax rips through me. I roar, unleashing
a torrent of hot cum that spills out of her mouth, dripping onto her
tits as I lose myself to the slamming hard release. Keely sucks me
dry, licking every last drop as I ride out the wave, my heartbeat
hammering like a stampede in my ears.

She rocks back,
releasing me. Her hair is messy, her lips are slick with my cum. She
gasps for air, so fucking beautiful.

So fucking mine.

I feel a chill cut
through my haze of lust. I told Brent to stay away from her, but the
truth is, he’s not her biggest threat.

I am.

But if she can unman me
like this, drive me so fucking crazy, I can’t see straight, then
how am I supposed to pull the trigger when the time comes?

How will I destroy her,
when she’s the only one I want?

KEELY

I look up at Vaughn, my
heart racing as I watch him pant for breath. His cum is sticky on my
chest and stomach, but I don’t care. I love the look on his face
when he comes. There’s nothing like it, that feeling of power --
blotting out Ashcroft, Brent... Everything but me and him, right
here.

I may be on my knees,
but I’m the one driving him out of his mind.

“Dammit, Keely.” He
shakes his head, grabbing hold of the desk for balance. “How the
fuck do you do this to me?”

“I just follow your
orders, sir,” I reply with a grin. I get to my feet, a delicious
ache between my naked thighs, my breasts hanging ripe and tender.
God, it turns me on like crazy getting him off.

“I don’t even need
to ask if you’re ready.” Vaughn smirks, his controlled facade
returning. “I bet you’ll come screaming the minute I sink into
that tight little cunt.”

God yes.

“Come here.” He
beckons me, a wicked smile on his face. I take an eager step towards
him, then I catch sight of the clock on the wall. Eight fifteen.
Shit.

“I have to shower,”
I tell him, panicked. “And be ready for dinner.”

Vaughn licks his lips.
“Who says we can’t do both?”

He strides towards the
bathroom, yanking me after him. It’s another huge space, all white
marble and a massive walk-in shower -- more than big enough for two.

Vaughn runs the water,
and strips off the rest of his clothes. Lord, he’s already hard
again, jutting up in a thick rod against his stomach.

He pushes me inside,
back against the wall. My pulse kicks.

“Hands above your
head,” he murmurs, reaching for a bottle of shower gel. “Let’s
get you cleaned up, you dirty girl.”

I shudder as Vaughn’s
hands massage me, soaping up my breasts and circling my nipples until
they’re tight and aching. He touches me everywhere, delving between
my legs to wash my slick entrance, roving between my crack.

I’m wound so tight I
swear I could shatter at the smallest pressure.

“I want to fuck you
for hours,” Vaughn smirks, “But that’s going to wait. Right
now, you have ten seconds.”

What?

Vaughn slides his hands
around my ass and lifts, wrapping my legs around his waist. His cock
nudges my clit, and I moan.

“Ten seconds, baby,
that’s all.” He teases, pressing again, sinking just an inch
inside me.

Fuck, that feels good.

“So you better come
for me right now, or you don’t come at all.” Vaughn hold my jaw
with one hand, his eyes glittering with challenge. “Think you’re
up to the challenge, baby?”

I nod, my heart racing.

“Ten,” Vaughn
pounds into me, so hard I slam back against the shower wall. Oh
Jesus, he’s so big, so fucking big, splitting me open with his
thick, hungry cock. But I don’t have time to feel him before he
withdraws, then pistons into me again.

“Nine, eight,
seven...” he murmurs in my ear with every thrust.

He sounds teasing, but
I know he means it, I realize. Shit, if I don’t come right now,
he’ll stop, he’ll leave me like this.

I arch up, thrusting to
meet his next stroke.

Pinching my nipple,
Vaughn gives me a wicked grin. “You’re running out of time,
baby.”

I answer with a moan.

Six,
five…

Vaughn drives deeper,
grinding his hips into me, making my clit explode with friction.

“Four,” Vaughn
bends his head, closing his mouth around my nipple. “Three,” He
bites down, sending a shudder of delicious pain through my body as
his cock plunges into me again.

Oh God, I’m so close.

“Two...”

Just as I think I’m
not going to make it in time, I grind down on him, trying to take
every inch of his magnificent dick, thrusting to get find that
sweet-spot, the bundle of nerves high inside my walls only he can
reach. My breasts bounce, he sucks my nipple harder.

Yes. Yes. Fuck!

One
.

Vaughn plunges into me
again, hurtling me closer, closer, and then he’s pulling out. No! I
clench around him, trapping him inside me, desperately gyrating on
his cock, over and over until the pressure against my clit is too
much and I shatter apart with a scream.

Vaughn sets me down on
my shaking legs and withdraws. He catches his breath, then swears
under his breath.

Shit, I realize. No
condom.

“I’m on the pill,”
I tell him quickly. “And I’m clean.” I pause. “What about
you--”

“I’m clean,”
Vaughn replies, before I can finish.

Relief crashes through
me. “So it’s OK.”

Vaughn pauses, looking
at me with an agonized expression on his face. He cups my face,
surprisingly tender. “It’s not OK,” he says, leaning his
forehead against mine. “God, Keely, you don’t even know.”

Before I can ask what
he means, he pulls away. The gentle look is gone, replaced with his
familiar control. “You better dry off,” he tells me. “We’re
due downstairs right now.”

* * *

I dress in double-quick
time. Brent said it was just casual, so I pull on a plain skirt and
top, and tie my damp hair back in a twisted bun. But when Vaughn and
I head downstairs and into the lounge area, I find Brent waiting with
a roomful of strangers.

I stop dead in the
doorway.

“There they are,”
Brent gives me a victorious smile. “We’ve been waiting. I thought
I told you eight o’clock.”

“No,” I stammer,
“You said--”

But Brent interrupts,
turning to the guests. “Keely, I’d like you to meet Chad
Hargroves, Alistair Carson, and Dick Whitford.” Brent points to
them in turn, oozing charm. “They represent hedge funds that hold
major stakes in Ashcroft Industries.”

What? Oh crap.

“A pleasure to meet
you.” The men shake my hand. They’re a blur of identical suits
and middle-aged paunch, and expensive haircuts, and I struggle to
remember who’s who.

“We’re sorry for
your loss,” Chad adds in a Southern drawl. “But as you can
imagine, we have concerns about the change in leadership at the head
of the company.”

Brent interrupts. “I
suggested we all get together for dinner, so they can talk to you
face-to-face. I’m sure once you tell them your plans for the
company, they’ll be reassured.”

I stare in panic. My
plans for the company? I haven’t even had a chance to read the full
list of Ashcroft subsidiaries, let alone grasp the basic business
facts. How am I supposed to reassure them about anything?

Then I catch Brent’s
smug grin and it all becomes clear. This was his plan, to ambush me
with important investors and leave me looking like a fool.

Bastard.

“So tell us, Keely,”
one of the men, Dick, I think, looks at me expectantly. “How do you
propose we maintain the market share for the coming quarter?”

“Will you consider
moving labor overseas?” Alistair adds. “I’m hoping you’ll be
more open to the prospect than your father was. We’re failing to
compete with emerging markets on every level.”