I didn’t know how to trust like that. 

I didn’t know how to open up and be vulnerable with a man. 

It felt like every time I tried to look at Vaughn and give him the submission he wanted from me something inside of me clamped up instead, like a bear trap snapping closed. 

I wanted it . . . but I was instinctively fighting that ultimate surrender. 

But somehow—somehow he knew. Somehow he understood.

And he offered to break me.

The words sent such a shiver of heat up my spine that I could feel myself getting even wetter, more of that anticipation literally pulsing out of my pussy. I wanted his cock so badly I could already feel the phantom ache of it inside of me.

If just about anyone else had said that to me, if some cocky jerk in a bar had told me that, I’d have thrown a drink in his face. I would be insulted. I wasn’t going to be broken, thank you. But with Vaughn… it was crazy, how I had gone from being driven insane by him to trusting him. And yet it felt right. Instinctive, almost. He just inspired trust in me.

I knew, without any doubts, that he was going to give me the best sex I’d ever had. But that didn’t mean I was going to roll over like a puppy.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I hissed at him, hoping that he would understand.

The daring heat that flickered in his eyes was all the answer I needed. “Try me.”

I shot up, trying to shove him off me, but Vaughn was far quicker and stronger—not that I was surprised by that. He used my momentum to wrap an arm around my waist and haul me up over his shoulder for a brief moment, then planted his knee on the bed and pressed me down on the bed again, this time properly on the mattress, so that my head was up by the pillows.

I bared my teeth at him. “I’m not going to beg for you.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Vaughn growled, that deep, dark sound eliciting an overwhelming desire in me.  

Straddling my waist, he grabbed my wrists and pressed them down on the pillow, then ripped the shirt I was wearing open and up over my head, twisting the fabric. Before I even knew what was happening, my wrists were tied together and looped around one of the corner bedposts so that I couldn’t move or get away.

I tried, and failed, to buck him off me. “Let me go!” I screamed. It hit me, as I raised my voice to an almost shrieking pitch, that this cabin was isolated. I didn’t have to worry about the neighbors.

It was freeing, knowing there was nobody around to hear us. Nobody could judge what we were doing or think that we were annoying. I could scream in pleasure or in acting, and the only person who would hear me was Vaughn.

It was truly liberating, playing out this fantasy with him.

“Let me go or let me come,” I snapped at him.

Vaughn chuckled as he moved back down between my legs, kneeling between my thighs in a way that kept them wide apart. His hot, searing gaze tracked up my naked body, and his fingers skimmed over my soaking wet pussy, light little caresses that drove me insane. I hadn’t realized until he touched me again how aroused it had made me to have him manhandle me like that, but now I moaned helplessly.

“No,” he said with another one of those arrogant smirks. “You’re mine, Claire.  You do as I say, and you’re going to understand that before we’re through here.”

He sank two fingers into me and I gasped, my toes curling in delight. It felt so good to be filled with fingers other than my own. Vaughn’s were thicker and longer than mine, and it already helped me feel so full.

“You wanna come, baby girl?” he taunted.

I whimpered, trying to move my hips in time to his thrusting fingers. 

“I said, you wanna come?” he repeated, more harshly this time.

“Yes, yes sir!” I begged. “I want to—so badly—”

“Your orgasms are mine,” Vaughn snarled. “And you’re going to come when I give you permission to. Understand?”

I thrashed, but couldn’t do much more than that with my hands bound above my head. “No, sir, please—please no—I want—I need to come, let me come now—”

He yanked his fingers out of me right when I was on the edge, making me cry out in frustration. “You’re not going to come until you understand what it is to be submissive to me. To be a good girl and obey.”

He watched me with dark eyes as I panted helplessly. With his broad shoulders and the light stubble on his jaw, his hair flopping a little into his eyes, he looked wild. Like a half-feral man who’d dragged me here and was going to make me experience pleasure on his own terms.

It made me so goddamn horny I could hardly think straight.

I inhaled a shaky breath, and just when I thought I had myself under control again—he made himself more comfortable between my thighs and put his mouth on me, sucking on my clit.

I gasped and shuddered as his tongue worked me over. I was going to come for sure this time, I was going to, I could feel it, I could taste it, I—

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