“Neither. Don’t push me, Devil. One bike. You’re in the position of honor, wrapped around me where you belong.”
Chapter 32
Elijah
I take the long route becausedamn, 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.
