I headed inside, shutting the door behind me. The shower was still running and I felt myself heading in that direction. My fingers were already working the buttons of my shirt as I got to the door. Steamed billowed out around me and Lily spun in my direction. Her hand shot up to her chest, startled. “You scared me,” she rushed out, laughing. “I didn’t think you’d be coming in here.”
“We’ve never gotten to take a shower together.” I didn’t say anymore. She knew all too well the reasons behind that. It was too dangerous at my father’s. I always kept a close eye on her. Always stayed ready to protect, if it came down to it. Here, we were safe. I could risk letting my guard down.
My shirt dropped to the floor and my pants followed. I kept my focus on her the entire time I undressed. Her eyes lowered to my hard cock and her feet shifted as I pulled open the door and stepped inside. The moment my hands came up, she threw herself into me, wrapping hers around my neck.
“You want me? Is that why you came in here?” Her arms tightened, trying to pull my mouth to hers. Instinct had my hand burying in her hair. I stopped myself from applying too much pressure or pulling back. I kept it there, steady. A warning for the slave I’d spent the last few days training. Immediately, her grip loosened and she stopped.
“I always want you. What about you?” Smooth skin met my fingertips as I made a path up her thigh and caressed down her pussy. “Are you wet for me?” The slickness from her arousal met my touch as I separated her folds, teasing her opening. “Oh yeah. You want my cock.”
Lily held on tighter, but didn’t pull. One of my digits slid in and I lowered my head, nuzzling my cheek against hers. Deep pants increased as I added another finger.
“I do want you,” she moaned. “I’ve wanted you all day. But you never touch me when the sun is out.”
A gasp met my mouth as I spun her back into the marble and surged in deep with my fingers.
“Training is for the day, slave. Making love is for the night. You can have both when you earn it.”
Our tongues met and I removed my fingers. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling up one of her legs from behind the knee and lowering enough to slide the underside of my cock over her slit. The heat she threw off burned so good, I didn’t hesitate to push into her harder and deepen the kiss. Knowing her pussy was so ready for me left my brain sputtering to keep it together.
“I want you to fuck me with my toy.” Lily’s cheeks were slightly tinted pink as she pulled back and glanced over to the shower seat. Resting on top was her dildo and the lube, right where I made her keep it. It was part of the routine she was supposed to follow. “I was about to start before you came in.”
Fuck. My hand slid higher up her thigh and I lifted her enough to move against me. Pre-cum oozed from my tip. Just imagining fucking her with it was going to do me in. How many times had I fantasized about just that? Every fucking night. It was the main reason I bought the damn thing. Sure, I wanted her to be desperate for me by the time she finished with her routine, but it was also because I liked to imagine her in here playing with herself while she was thinking about me. Why the hell hadn’t I watched her before? I’d been in protective mode for so long, all I knew was to stand guard to make sure she was okay when she was at her most vulnerable. I didn’t have to do that anymore. Not under Slade’s roof.
“Sit on the seat.”
I scooted the toy and lube to stand further down the bench-style slab, allowing her to get into position. Before she could even finish spreading her legs all the way, I was lowering my mouth to her pussy. My hands gripped her hips, tugging her closer to me while I sucked against one side of her folds, swirling my tongue up to brush against her clit. Her taste swept over me and I moaned at the same moment she did.
“I wanted you to come in here. I’d hoped…” The top of her back rested against the wall while she pressed her hands into the marble she was sitting on. I reached for one, positioning it at the top of her slit.
“And now I’m here. Play with your pussy. Show me what makes you feel good.”
I returned, pushing my tongue into her entrance. A cry filled the space and her fingers worked over the sensitive bud, moving around her folds and pulling up to apply pressure. Continuously, she teased her clit, even spreading herself so I’d have a better view. I couldn’t stop myself from watching in awe.
“I have to move. Please, Master.” She rotated her hips at my nod and my tongue slid into her entrance deeper. The speed of her fingers increased while I held her hips tighter, allowing her the rocking motion she felt she needed.
“Fuck.” Hair stuck to the side of her face as she turned toward the wall, moaning. I lifted, grabbing the toy. I didn’t need lube for as wet as she was. I rubbed the tip around her opening and eased it in, watching her hand pause. Slightly, her lips separated and she bit the bottom one while she watched me inch the fake cock inside of her.
“Ah.” Lily’s fingers stretched straight out only to start working over the top of her pussy again.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled. “Wider.” The command had her legs spreading and her shifting on her bottom to allow me full access to both her pussy and her ass. The pulsing in my cock increased while I withdrew the toy, only to plunge it in deeper. “You like that, baby. Is this what you’ve been wanting?”
Lily nodded, but the only reply was more deep breaths and short sounds.
“Answer. Did you think of me doing this to you when you fucked yourself?”
“Yes. God, I did.”
The edge of my mouth pulled back into a half smile and I increased the thrust until her legs were trembling. Only then did I grab the lube. A stream of liquid ran over the toy and I let it slide down until it was covering the entrance of her ass. With my index finger, I traced it around, pushing past the tight muscles until my finger was halfway in.
“Master.” The uneasiness shook her voice and I knew it wasn’t from pain or discomfort. I’d built her up so much that she was having a hard time controlling the urge to release.
“You’re not allowed to come so soon. Fight it and enjoy what I want to give you.”
In slow thrusts, I matched the rhythm of my finger with the cock, watching as Lily’s heavy-lidded eyes stared at what I was doing. Her face was flushed and I knew the steam was getting to her. Fuck, I was burning up, too.
“Hold the toy steady but do not move it.”
Her hand reached forward and the moment she took hold, I turned, moving the knob to cold. I never broke my finger from her back entrance. When I turned back, I thrust in all the way, grabbing the toy and fucking her hard with it until she was screaming.
“Now?” Her hand lifted from her clit, only hovering an inch above…waiting. Such a good slave. My teeth begged to sink into her skin, to show her the proof of my proud ownership.
“Come, baby. You deserve it.”
Lily’s fingers dove between her legs and seconds of teasing herself sent her body jerking with spasms. I continued the thrusts with both my finger and the toy while she moaned through her orgasm. My cock jerked repeatedly, begging to take her. Fuck, I wanted her worse than I could ever remember.
“So beautiful,” I said, nipping her leg.
I stood, turning the water to as hot as it would go and washing the toy. The moment I laid it down, I adjusted the warmth and washed my hands before reaching down and pulling Lily into my arms. Her weight fell into me so trustingly and I gripped the hip I held to, along with the outside of her shoulder. The squeeze had her smiling up at me.
“I liked that.”
“Me, too.” I kissed her forehead, stepping us back into the water. I hated that we’d probably be leaving in the morning. All I wanted to do was spend every moment with my slave. But I had to do what was right. She wasn’t okay. Not really. I could pretend all day that these were just dreams and they’d pass in time, but if I wanted Lilian at her best, she had to release and cope with what happened. Until she did, she’d continue to be unstable. I couldn’t allow that to h
appen. I loved her too much not to give her the ultimate protection. Even if it was from her own mind.
Chapter 31
Lily
“Will you train again?” Zain glanced away from the TV to look at me.
My laughter died off from the stand-up comedian’s joke and my smile faded as I took in his question. I knew what he was referring to when he said train. It was all the martial arts I’d learned. “I have to get better at self-defense. The confidence will help. It’ll make me stronger. I need that right now.”
He nodded. “I want to watch, if you don’t mind.”
Zain watch me get my ass beat and handed to me every day? My trainer didn’t take it easy and he put everything into making me the best I could possibly be. I should have never quit when I did. I’d just felt so damn strong. I needed that back.
“You promise not to interfere?”
There was a slight tremble in my voice. He was my Master and I was basically telling him to butt out, but I couldn’t go without this. I needed to learn more if I was going to get my nightmares to subside and the fear to fade.
“Maybe. Depends on if he teaches you well enough.”
Zain turned over in bed toward me and I followed suit, facing him.
“And if he doesn’t?” I asked, smiling.
“Then I take over and kick his beefy ass out the door. I’ve seen your trainer, Lilian. He’s lucky he kept his hands to himself before. Let him slip once. I’ll have him in a submission hold so fast, he’ll pray I don’t make the wrong move and snap his neck.”
My lips separated. “Jesus. Well, you don’t have to worry about that. He doesn’t like women. You really think my brother would let someone that close to me if he had to worry about something happening?”
“No. But you never know.”
“I do, and Chuck isn’t interested. Trust me.” I laughed at the teasing smile he cast. The happy sigh couldn’t be held in as we kept each other’s stare. Damn, I didn’t want this to end. I was praying the nightmares held off for at least another few nights. I just doubted I was that lucky.
Zain licked his lips and reached forward, tracing his finger down my nose and across my lips. “I can’t get over how lucky I am. You’re so gorgeous, especially in moments like this.”
“I’m not sure how you can say that. I’m still all bruised up. And they’re at their ugliest now.” The yellow outlines that were beginning to take over looked awful. Make-up did an okay job of hiding it, but it was only going to get worse before they were gone completely.
“You’re beautiful to me, no matter what. I think I could stay like this, just as we are, for the rest of my life and never feel happier.”
My mouth twisted and his eyebrow cocked at my expression.
“You’d be happier if you could be yourself. Will you please tell me more about your secrets? What are you hiding? What is it that you want to do to me that you feel would be so bad?”
A groan came from his mouth and he rolled to his back. “Slave, drop it. We have the rest of our lives to dabble with the dark. Maybe we’ll never even experience it at full force. Let’s just let it go for now, okay?”
“I don’t want to,” I whispered. “I feel like this is important to you. It’s part of who you are. If I hadn’t already seen what you’re capable of, maybe I could have looked the other way, but you’ve gotten really…intense with me before. It’s killing me knowing that you’re ignoring what you want because of me.”
“You want to know?” He sat back up. “What happens when I tell you? What if it pushes you further away from me? Disgusts you? Don’t you feel like if I just did it, you’d get to experience it for yourself? Maybe do something you may have never done had I not told beforehand?”
He did have a point. What if hearing it was different than actually doing it? “I can’t believe anything you’d tell me would make me not want to at least try. I love you. I think I’d do anything you found pleasure in.”
A laugh came from his mouth and he fell back to the bed. I pushed up to a sitting position to look down at him. “What? I’m serious. I happen to think I’m pretty open-minded. Just tell me so I can let it sink in and we can build on this.”
“Okay.” Zain lifted, resting his back on the pillow he fixed to lean against the headboard. “You remember when I had you outside of my building? What I did to you?”
Lust exploded within, making my belly clench. I shifted on the bed. “I remember.”
“And in my penthouse against the glass?”
“Yes.” My body was humming just thinking about how he took what he wanted from me. I may have pretended to fight and sometimes it was genuine, but I’d wanted him all the same.
Zain’s hand reached out, cupping my breast through the silk pajama set I wore. “That’s a little of what I like, baby. Dirty, dark, I’ll-take-you-wherever-and-whenever-I-want-whether-you-like-it-or-not, hardcore fucking. Things that are so wrong, they’re right. Do you understand what I mean when I say that?”
My head shook, hoping he’d continue.
“You worry about work. About what I’ll do when we’re there together. And you should. There won’t be a single desk in that building that won’t be christened with our come by the time we’re finally said and done at Slade Industries. Not a single one. It’s wrong, but I want it.”
No words came as I stared at him in shock.
“That’s just the overall picture though. What you’re neglecting to see is how you’ll be while you’re being forced to obey. There won’t be enough tears left once I get done stripping you down and gagging you with my cock. When I feel you’ve earned some hardcore dick…well, I’ll give it to you the way I like the best, brutally, and maybe even in your ass. You’ll be lucky to walk. And no, I’m not saying that because I think it sounds hot. Baby, you really might not be able to take actual steps. You have yet to see my true colors. I long to rough you up, to bite and draw blood, bruise…” he trailed off. “Plus, more. We’re not there yet and we may never be. You may think you can handle it, but those are just words. To say them is one thing. To experience them is quite another.”
As I let his confession sink in, I stayed quiet, resting my head on his stomach while he played with my hair. Was this something he needed all the time? Or just on occasion? I was pretty sure I could handle it. He’d turned me on before when he’d taken me. I’d tried my best to fight off my attraction to him, yet what he’d done had made it impossible. And I was confident he wouldn’t seriously hurt me. I trusted him.
“I think I can do it.” I turned, looking up at him. The suspicion was there. He wasn’t so sure. I swallowed hard, willing the words that would help me try to convince him, to come. “I know I’m not necessarily okay. I won’t deny that the nightmares scare me. But you don’t. I don’t feel anything we do will trigger my dreams to become worse.”
A finger pressed against my lips, silencing me.
“I’m not risking it. You can try to convince me all you want, but as your Master and the man who loves you, I’m refusing to go ahead with this until I know you’re better. I’ll still train you, but I will not put your state of mind at risk. I won’t.”
There was no convincing him. I knew that in my soul. I’d have to not push and focus on getting better so he’d see I was ready. Zain would know how far to go and how hard to push the boundaries. My guess was that it wouldn’t be much further than he already had.
“There’s something else we need to talk about. It has to do with living arrangements.”
I felt myself perk up, excitement nearly leaving my heart breaking through my chest. Living arrangements…I only wished he’d asked me to move in with him. I knew Slade wouldn’t approve and Zain wasn’t going to rush, but the hope of it happening was still there.
“Living arrangements?” I tried to keep my voice calm, but my eagerness slipped in.
Zain paused and his eyebrows furrowed. Any happiness over the situation faded away. This wasn’t good, I could feel it.
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bsp; “What?” I sat up, fisting the blanket.
“I’m going to need to start looking for a place when we get back. I can’t stay in my old one. It might put me further away from you. Not too far, but not across the street.”
Anxiety spiked and I tried to rein it in. I’d accepted him not being there because I figured he’d be close. But if he wasn’t…Stop this, Lilian. You’re a damn grown woman. Independent, remember? You can do this. So, why didn’t I feel like I could?
“How far?” My voice rose in pitch and I lowered my head, trying to slow the shakiness taking over.
“A few blocks. Maybe a mile. Nothing too far. Hey,” he pushed his finger under my chin, making me meet his stare. “You have nothing to worry about. I can run a mile in five minutes if I have to. Probably faster, concerning you. All it will take is a call and I’m there. Now, instead of looking at the negative, focus on the positive. I’m going to need someone to help me choose a place they wouldn’t mind maybe staying at occasionally. And, I’ll need help fixing it up. You know, the whole woman’s touch and all.”
I couldn’t stop the smile from resurfacing. “You’ll let me decorate your place?”
“I’ll even let you pick the bed sheets. I can handle flowers, let’s just avoid the bright neon colors.”
“No hot pink?” I pouted my lip, playfully, and he laughed, cupping the back of my neck and drawing me in close.
“Only if you beg. Then I might reconsider.”
His lips pressed against mine. The tug against my bottom one sent a moan slipping though. “Oh, I’ll beg,” I breathed out. “I’ll beg all night long.”
“Better start now. I don’t really care for hot pink. It’s going to take a lot of convincing.”
I knew we were both playing. Truthfully, I didn’t care for a hot pink comforter set either, but it would be funny to watch him come home to find his bedroom done in nothing short of a teenage girl who’d went neon-crazy with his least favorite color. It would give us something to laugh about. Something we could look back on and tease each other over.
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