“If you need to make that slutty pussy feel good, spread your legs and use your fingers like a good little whore.”
My coreigniteswith liquid fire as I stare at him, my eyes bulging.
Vaughn just keeps driving, eyes on the road as he brings my ruined, torn panties to his face and inhales slowly.
“I saidtouchyour slutty cunt, princess.”
It’s embarrassing how quickly my hand dives between my legs. How loudly I moan when my fingers glide between my slick, eager lips.
I start rubbing my clit in slow circles, my eyes rolling back and my ass writhing. The drugs are in total control now. And I know that adds a seriously screwed-up power element to all this: I’mon Ecstasy.He’s sober.
I’m at his mercy.
I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing if he stopped the car, bent me over it in the middle of Midtown Manhattan, and fucked me however he wanted.
What’seven morescrewed up is how turned on the idea makes me.
My hips grind. My moans are loud and unapologetic as I rub my clit and squirm in pleasure in the seat next to him.
The vehicle comes to a sudden stop.
Noooo.
I whine in protest, still touching myself as I swivel my head to look at him. Vaughn’s watching me with predatory focus, his eyes glinting as I look right back, eagerly rubbing my pussy.
I’m close. So close that I don’t even stop as he gets out of the car and comes back around to my side. It’s only when he wrenches the door open and grabs me that I pull my hand away, shrieking as he tosses me over his shoulder again.
I’mhyperaware of the fact that I’m not wearing panties anymore as he storms into the building and then an elevator, my bare tits pressing against the fabric of his suit, electrifying my nipples. He yanks my dress up once the doors close, and I cry out when two of his fingers plunge into me from behind, roughly fingering my slick, soaking pussy as the elevator ascends.
The doors open to darkness, and my heart skips.
Vaughn’s fingers slip from my pussy, and a deep somberness drapes over everything as he steps out of the elevator into the near pitch-dark penthouse.
“W-what…” I gulp as he sets me down barefoot on the floor.
Where the fuck did my heels go?
“Why are we here?” I whisper, shaking.
“I can take care of you here.”
My jaw tightens. “I don’t need to bebabied?—”
“Oh, I’m not going to baby you, princess,” he murmurs. “I’m going tofuck you.”
My pulse is roaring in my ears, my face on fire and my skin tingling as he turns to face me in the gloom.
“Yes, you’re high. But if you think that’s going to stop me, you’reveryfucking wrong,” he growls. “If you came to me thinking you’d find a gentleman?—”
“I’d never think that,” I breathe, my voice shaking as my body shivers and coils with anticipation.
Vaughn takes a slow breath. He shrugs off his jacket, folding it and placing it on a table by the elevator doors. He loosens his tieand slips it off before rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up over his muscled, tattooed forearms.
Fire crackles inside me.
“You get a five second head start.”
My pulse spikes as my head whips around to stare at him. “Head start?”
