visible anymore, and I’d gone through a lot of trouble to make it that way. It still took a lot of makeup to cover up for photo shoots and the like, though.
He traced it with his fingers as I’d done with his. “How?” he asked.
“You really don’t know? The papers still bring it up all the time.”
“I don’t read the tabloids.”
I hadn’t meant to start this off with a conversation about my ex or my past. I hated talking about it. But suddenly, for some reason, I wanted Vaughn to know. “Years ago when I broke up with my ex - Camden, you met him - he was… not happy about my decision.”
Vaughn tensed. “He did this?”
“In a way. We were still working in the same circles so he was giving me a lift to the recording studio. It turned into a shouting match, and it ended with him deliberately crashing the car.”
Vaughn exhaled slowly, cursing under his breath.
“So. Yeah. I’ve been doing my best to avoid him ever since. He seems more stable now but I know that’s only on the surface. I just know. ” I blew out a breath. “What about yours?” I asked, touching his side again.
He drew me closer. “Karmic retribution,” he said. When I blinked in confusion, he said, “I was deployed not to long ago. Veteran, remember?” I didn’t remember. Lexi must have told me and it went in one ear and out the other. But I nodded. His grip on my waist tightened so suddenly that I gasped. “Did you come down here to compare battle scars, or did you have something else in mind?”
“Nothing in particular,” I said, playing coy. He nibbled on my ear.
“That’s good,” he said, “Because I’ve got lots of things in mind. More things than we’ll have time for.”
I shivered. “Like what?”
He kissed me instead of answering. It was slow, and tender, like he had all the time in the world. Warmth washed over me as his tongue rubbed against mine. I whined when he broke away and stepped back.
"Take off your clothes." If there's a sentence that causes more instant arousal than that, I don't know it. Especially uttered in his gruff and husky voice. I pulled my jeans down first, tugging them below my ass slowly before kicking them away. Then came my soft t-shirt shirt, all dropped at my feet. Goosebumps rose along my arms, and my nipples hardened beneath my bra. What is he going to do with me now?
He stepped around and stood in front of me. His eyes were dark with heat and lust as he looked me up and down. "Underwear, too."
I felt so exposed already, but I wanted to please him. So I did. With trembling hands, I unclasped my bra. The material teased my sensitive nipples as it fell away. Then finally my panties, now damp with the evidence of what he was doing to me.
"Perfect." He walked a circle around me. "Beautiful. Go lie on the bed, on your back."
“What are you going to do?” I asked, suspicious. After all that talk about tying me up, was it going to happen?
“Just trust me.”
I did. I trusted him. I could feel his eyes watching my ass as I walked over to the bed. My mind whirled with possibilities as I stretched out as he instructed - on my back, facing the ceiling.
“Do you know what a safeword is, honey?” he asked. Gently, he took one of my ankles in his hand and massaged it.
“I do,” I said hesitantly. Suddenly I was a little unsure. I liked the idea of being bound - or at least, I was eager to try it and see how much I liked it - but if he was planning on hurting me…
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not a whips-and-chains dungeon sort of guy.”
“Good,” I said, releasing the breath I held. Soft cloth touched my bare ankle. He wrapped the material around it twice, then secured it to the bed frame. My heart pounded in my ears.
“This can still be really intense, though, so we’ll use a safeword anyway. ‘Red,’ to keep it simple.”
“Red,” I said, “I can
He traced it with his fingers as I’d done with his. “How?” he asked.
“You really don’t know? The papers still bring it up all the time.”
“I don’t read the tabloids.”
I hadn’t meant to start this off with a conversation about my ex or my past. I hated talking about it. But suddenly, for some reason, I wanted Vaughn to know. “Years ago when I broke up with my ex - Camden, you met him - he was… not happy about my decision.”
Vaughn tensed. “He did this?”
“In a way. We were still working in the same circles so he was giving me a lift to the recording studio. It turned into a shouting match, and it ended with him deliberately crashing the car.”
Vaughn exhaled slowly, cursing under his breath.
“So. Yeah. I’ve been doing my best to avoid him ever since. He seems more stable now but I know that’s only on the surface. I just know. ” I blew out a breath. “What about yours?” I asked, touching his side again.
He drew me closer. “Karmic retribution,” he said. When I blinked in confusion, he said, “I was deployed not to long ago. Veteran, remember?” I didn’t remember. Lexi must have told me and it went in one ear and out the other. But I nodded. His grip on my waist tightened so suddenly that I gasped. “Did you come down here to compare battle scars, or did you have something else in mind?”
“Nothing in particular,” I said, playing coy. He nibbled on my ear.
“That’s good,” he said, “Because I’ve got lots of things in mind. More things than we’ll have time for.”
I shivered. “Like what?”
He kissed me instead of answering. It was slow, and tender, like he had all the time in the world. Warmth washed over me as his tongue rubbed against mine. I whined when he broke away and stepped back.
"Take off your clothes." If there's a sentence that causes more instant arousal than that, I don't know it. Especially uttered in his gruff and husky voice. I pulled my jeans down first, tugging them below my ass slowly before kicking them away. Then came my soft t-shirt shirt, all dropped at my feet. Goosebumps rose along my arms, and my nipples hardened beneath my bra. What is he going to do with me now?
He stepped around and stood in front of me. His eyes were dark with heat and lust as he looked me up and down. "Underwear, too."
I felt so exposed already, but I wanted to please him. So I did. With trembling hands, I unclasped my bra. The material teased my sensitive nipples as it fell away. Then finally my panties, now damp with the evidence of what he was doing to me.
"Perfect." He walked a circle around me. "Beautiful. Go lie on the bed, on your back."
“What are you going to do?” I asked, suspicious. After all that talk about tying me up, was it going to happen?
“Just trust me.”
I did. I trusted him. I could feel his eyes watching my ass as I walked over to the bed. My mind whirled with possibilities as I stretched out as he instructed - on my back, facing the ceiling.
“Do you know what a safeword is, honey?” he asked. Gently, he took one of my ankles in his hand and massaged it.
“I do,” I said hesitantly. Suddenly I was a little unsure. I liked the idea of being bound - or at least, I was eager to try it and see how much I liked it - but if he was planning on hurting me…
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not a whips-and-chains dungeon sort of guy.”
“Good,” I said, releasing the breath I held. Soft cloth touched my bare ankle. He wrapped the material around it twice, then secured it to the bed frame. My heart pounded in my ears.
“This can still be really intense, though, so we’ll use a safeword anyway. ‘Red,’ to keep it simple.”
“Red,” I said, “I can
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