VOWS OF SIN

Chapter five

THE AUCTION HOUSE BASEMENT VAULT PT 2

The lights in the vault cut out without warning.

One second the light was turned on, the next moment complete blackness swallowed everything. Cassandra’s breath caught hard in her throat. The sudden dark pressed against her eyes like a heavy cloth.

She heard Grayson move.

His steps were calm and sure, even in the pitch black. Before she could speak, his large hands closed on her shoulders and turned her around. The metal of the handcuffs clicked open, then shut again around her wrists. He pulled her arms behind her and locked them to one of the sturdy steel legs of the display case.

The velvet lining felt soft against her skin, but the metal underneath was cold and completely unyielding.

“Grayson,” she started.

“Quiet.” His voice came from right behind her ear.

A moment later, he pressed his silk pocket square over her eyes and tied it tightly at the back of her head. The blindfold was smooth and warm from his body heat. Now she was truly lost in darkness.

She could only hear sound, feel touch and the rapid thud of her own heart.

Her tight bun had started to come undone during the struggle. A few long strands of hair stuck to the damp skin of her neck. Her breathing grew faster, shallow little gasps that filled the silent vault.

Grayson didn’t speak for a long time. He let the darkness do its work.

Cassandra stood there cuffed and blindfolded, her body already tense. The cool air of the vault brushed over her silk blouse and pencil skirt. Between her legs, her p***y felt swollen and wet, the lace of her panties clinging uncomfortably.

She heard the soft clink of ice cubes. Grayson had found the forgotten champagne bucket in the corner. The first freezing cube touched the side of her neck. She jerked hard, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

The ice left a cold, wet trail as he dragged it slowly down her throat, over her collarbone, then lower.

He circled one hardening n****e through the thin silk of her blouse. The cold made her n****e tighten instantly into a stiff peak. Pleasure and discomfort mixed together, shooting straight down to her c**t. He repeated the motion on the other breast, pressing the melting ice firmly against the sensitive bud until she shivered violently.

“Cold, isn’t it?” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Your n*****s are so hard already.”

Cassandra bit her lip, trying not to moan.

The ice moved lower.

Grayson slipped his hand under the hem of her tight pencil skirt. He pressed the freezing cube directly against the front of her lace panties, right over her c**t. The shock made her thighs clamp together and tremble.

“Ah! f**k,” she gasped.

The cold seeped through the lace, making her swollen c**t throb painfully. Melted water mixed with her own wetness, dripping down the inside of her thighs. He kept the ice there, rubbing it in slow circles until she was shaking, her hips twitching forward involuntarily.

He did this for what felt like forever, the ice roaming round her body and always returning to press against her p***y until she was dripping and desperate. Every time her breathing sped up and her moans grew louder, he pulled the ice away and left her aching.

Nearly two hours passed in the darkness. Time stretched and warped without sight.

Grayson’s knife came next and she heard the small click as he opened it.

The blade was cool as he slid it under the front of her blouse. With slow, deliberate cuts he sliced the silk open from neck to hem. The ruined blouse fell apart, exposing her lace bra to the cool air. Her full breasts rose and fell quickly with every breath.

He cut the sleeves away too, then moved to her skirt. The knife whispered through the fabric at her hips. The pencil skirt dropped to the floor in pieces, leaving her standing in only her black lace bra, matching panties, and her high heels.

The air felt colder now against her bare skin. Her n*****s poked hard against the lace cups. A fresh trickle of wetness slid down her inner thigh.

Grayson stepped back for a moment, admiring what he had revealed even though she couldn’t see him.

Then came the belt.

She heard the soft slide of leather as he pulled it from his trousers. The first light slap landed across her ass. The flat of the belt stung sharply, not hard enough to bruise but enough to make her jolt forward against the display case.

Heat bloomed across her skin.

Another slap, then another, across her ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs, the sensitive underside where ass met thigh. Each strike made her gasp and moan. Her p***y clenched hard around nothing every time the leather connected.

“Look at you,” Grayson said, his voice velvet-smooth and cruel.

“The woman who runs million-dollar auctions, standing here in the dark with her wrists cuffed, dripping like a desperate slut. Your professional pride is falling apart, isn’t it? All because your p***y is aching for a man you barely know.”

His words hit harder than the belt.

Cassandra’s face burned with shame and arousal. She could feel how soaked her panties were, the lace completely drenched and clinging to her folds.

Grayson hooked a finger under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside. His fingers teased her bare, soaked p***y lips. He spread her wetness up and down, circling her swollen c**t with feather-light touches. Every stroke made her hips buck forward, chasing more pressure.

“Please…” she whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it.

He pushed one thick finger inside her, just to the first knuckle, then pulled it out. Again and again with shallow, teasing thrusts that stretched her opening but never gave her enough. Her inner walls clenched greedily around his finger each time, trying to pull him deeper.

He brought her close then stopped completely.

He repeated the cycle with the melting ice, pressing it directly against her bare c**t until she cried out from the cold. Then the belt again, light stinging slaps on her ass while his fingers worked her p***y, then filthy words whispered right against her ear.

“You’re dripping down your thighs, Cassandra. Such a proud woman, reduced to this. Begging in the dark with your cunt soaked and empty.”

Every time her orgasm built, thighs shaking, breath coming in sobs, he pulled away. He edged her mercilessly for nearly two hours until her composure completely fractured.

Tears of frustration leaked from under the blindfold. Soft sobs mixed with her moans, her masochistic hunger was fully awake now, burning hot and deep.

She needed to come so badly it hurt. Her p***y throbbed constantly, dripping steadily down her thighs onto the concrete floor.

“Grayson… please… I can’t… I need..”

She didn’t finish the sentence. The first faint emergency lights turned on and the dim red light filled the vault revealing her body.

Cassandra stood trembling in her heels, wrists still locked behind her to the display case. The blindfold still covered her eyes. Her platinum hair had completely fallen from its bun, messy strands stuck to her sweaty neck and shoulders. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly inside the lace bra, n*****s stiff and dark against the fabric. Her lace panties were pulled aside, exposing her swollen, glistening p***y. Clear wetness coated her inner thighs all the way to her knees, her ass and thighs showed faint red marks from the belt.

She looked completely ruined, helpless, dripping, and still denied.

Grayson stood in front of her, watching her tremble under the returning light, the silk blindfold still tight over her eyes.