He steps toward me. I gasp quietly, retreating until my back hits the door.
“You…you said whenever, wherever, however…”
“And in any hole I choose, yes,” he growls, still slowly moving toward me, a predator stalking wounded prey.
My pulse skips. “What aboutwhoever?” I say quietly.
Vaughn stops dead in his tracks, his face darkening.
“I mean, will there be other people involved?”
The words rattle like dry leaves from my mouth.
I don’t think I could do that. Submitting tohimand his madness is one thing. But what if he wanted to offer me up to his friends like fresh meat?
“Vaughn,” I croak, my eyes wide. “I?—”
“No.”
The word scrapes like a blade over his lips.
“Just me. You belong tome, and you willnotbe touching any other cocks but mine,” he hisses, a cold edge to his tone that scares me. “Do you understand?”
I nod quickly.
“Also, when I fuck you, I will befuckingyou. No kissing. No cuddling.”
Vaughn stops right in front of me, towering over me, his sheer size pinning me to the door at my back. He raises his hands, unhurriedly uncoiling the tie from the fist it was wrapped around. He loops it and makes a knot, his eyes never leaving mine. He tightens it with a jerk that brings a gasp from my throat.
Then he hands me the tie.
I frown curiously, looking at the looped slip knot, the rest of it trailing down.
“Take it.”
My hands are trembling as I take the silk from his hands.
“Put the loop around your neck.”
My pulse skips, and a twisting sensation tightens low in my belly. My eyes snap to his, waiting for him to smile and admit he’s kidding.
He doesn't.
Because he’s not.
You not saying your word is implied consent.
I lift my arms, looping the tie over my head and letting it settle at my neck.
“Give me the end.”
I’m shaking as I hand him the length of silk. Vaughn takes it, his eyes locked with mine. Then, slowly, he pulls.
And pulls.
The tie tightens around my throat, not enough to choke me, but creating enough pressure that my pulse jangles and my core clenches.
“Get on your knees,” he murmurs.
