Gilded Lily

by Allan, Pauline

  “Fuck, Lily!”

  As she looked down at the sight of his strong hand working the long shaft, she knew he was ready to give her what she craved. The flushed head peeked up at her, yearned to fill her. “Fuck!” He came on her belly in slow, long bursts.

  Lily moaned and tried to move her hips to make the white cream cascade over her sensitive mound. As the final shudder escaped his body, he heaved himself against her. “Goddamn,” he murmured through a tortured sigh. “Why do you fuck with me like that?”

  Lily knitted her brow. She, toying with him? He was the one forbidding her to have an orgasm! Her lust turned to anger when she realized the invitation for satisfaction was going to be one-sided. As he nestled his face in the hollow of her neck, she reared her leg back and kicked him squarely in the left shin.

  He laughed as he skidded back. “Ah, testy, are we?”

  She kicked her legs in a fury, thrashing as she tried to get one more good strike at him.

  “I guess I can’t blame you,” he said as he pulled his jeans up over the still-rigid shaft. “Look at you, little slave, all covered in my sticky cum.”

  Lily’s tears had dried. The only thing left was primal need, and he was the target of her disdain. She shot him a look of hate as he continued to laugh and taunt her.

  “I think you need cool off.”

  She watched in enraged silence as he filled the bucket with water from the pump. As he stood waiting for the bucket to fill, he blew her a kiss. Again, she thrashed about. If she could have eaten through the rope, she would have. Fucker!

  “Here. This should help.” He tossed the bucket out from his waist and drenched her from head to toe with the freezing water. Holding the empty bucket, he examined her. “Better now?”

  “You are a cruel master, and I hate you!”

  “True, Lily Flower. I am a cruel master. But you don’t hate me. You love me and need my cock inside you. Don’t you?”

  She turned her head to avoid his intense stare. “Yes,” she murmured through the water dripping from her trembling lips.

  “Good. I want you to relax and enjoy the day. I’m going to put some sunscreen on you, so be nice and don’t try to bite me.” He set the bucket down and took the bottle of sunscreen he’d left on the porch. “I’ll kiss you if you promise to be good. Do you promise?”

  “I promise,” she said, feeling all the anger slowly dissipate with the excitement of feeling his sweet kiss.

  “YOU LOOK SO pretty all tied up for me,” Adam said as he straightened out a blanket in the grass. “You promised to behave. Are you going to behave if I cut the rope?”

  She silently nodded. He took the pocket knife from his jeans and cut the rope. When she pulled her arms forward, he stepped back, waiting for her next move. When she didn’t lunge at him, he guided her over to the blanket.

  She lay on the blanket, letting him take his time worshipping every inch of her body as he smeared the coconut-scented lotion into her skin. He was careful not to rub too hard on the sensitive flesh of her flushed breasts and even more careful to only lightly graze the tip of her erect nipple with a touch of his slick finger.

  “Turn over.” He watched with a sense of pride as her heavy breasts jiggled when she leaned up and turned over onto her belly. She was his and only his. Adam stretched out beside her on the blanket, enjoying the view of her naked ass sticking up in the air. His hands itched to grip the generous mounds and squeeze, but not now. As tempting as his little sub was, this was about her lesson, not his lusty greed. She turned her face toward him and gave him a lazy-cat grin as if she was reading his thoughts. God, she could make him fall apart at her whim.

  Adam skimmed his lotion-covered palm over the dip in the small of her back. He loved the way her hips flared out from her waist, tempting him to grab hold and press against her ass. She pulled her arms up and rested her cheek on the backs of her hands. A soft moan filtered from her mouth as he rubbed between her tense shoulder blades.

  As he refilled his palms with sunscreen, she softly pressed her mound into the blanket. She stopped and waited for his response. Naughty kitty. He patiently watched, pretending to not notice. She did it again.

  Smack! He landed a heavy hand on the right globe of her ass. It had to have stung pretty good, because she lifted off the blanket and whimpered. “Stop it,” he said.

  He rested back onto his elbow, taking in the sight of her, the length of her body next to his, all flushed with erotic passion. She must be on the verge of crumbling. Good. Tonight she was going to come and come, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

  She lay still as he finished polishing her skin with the sunscreen. He admired her pale skin, amazed at how soft and supple it managed to stay under the relentless Southern summers. She was a rare flower, indeed.

  As he looked down, he found her staring at his chest. Her little fingers rested beside his tanned skin. He could tell she was struggling not to touch him as she inched her hand slightly closer. She was being a good girl for him, keeping them close enough to feel the heat from his body, yet not enjoy the caress of the hard flesh beneath. He leaned down and tilted her chin slightly so he could see her rose-colored lips. Gently, he eased his tongue over them. His body trembled at their softness. She didn’t part for him. Was she afraid she’d be punished? He eased his tongue farther, feeling the smooth inside of her warm mouth.

  Her body couldn’t help it. She slowly wiggled her hips to move closer to him. He welcomed her closeness and dived deeper into the cavern of her mouth, exploring the dark secrets awaiting him there. Her whole body kissed him back. Every inch of her aching skin called to him with her mouth, her lips, her tongue as she let him lead the dance. Let him come into her. Let him take her as he needed.

  Adam threaded his fingers through her wet hair, pulling her head in closer. Deep thrusts of his wide tongue invaded her space with the taste of the cigar and sweet tea he’d had earlier. The aphrodisiac must have been enough to send her swooning. She tilted her head to give him better access. He was hers. She had claimed him, and he was never going to go away, never judge her, as he knew she’d never persecute him for his deviant needs. He swore a vow with this kiss, that he would only bring her pleasure and undying love. His mouth revealed his secrets, and Lily eagerly accepted them.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Tony stood at the counter, cutting the tiny green leaves off a fat strawberry. He pointed the end of the small knife at Adam. “I’m sure she was ready for anything after what you’ve told me.”

  Adam grabbed another plastic container from the cabinet. “Goddamn she was hot today. I don’t mean like a good-looking woman you’d see in a bar hot. I mean primal, ready…so ready to be fucked. The way she moved when I put that sunscreen on her was amazing. She soaks up every touch.”

  Tony dropped the strawberry into the bowl and picked another one from the pile. He tried to picture Lily all sprawled out on a blanket in the sun. It’d been too many months since he’d seen that image, and now it seemed like a fleeting dream. “You’re sure she wants this? I know I haven’t seen her in a while. Are you sure she’ll want to see me after I haven’t returned her phone calls?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Adam took the tray of shrimp from the refrigerator. “She’s wanted this for a long time. She never had the nerve to ask us. Besides, I explained to her how you wanted to give us some space. Having me move in here was a great decision for both of us, but we’ve both had to make adjustments. It’s been nice having the two of us around. No offense,” Adam said as he placed another shrimp into the ice-filled plastic container, “we needed time to get to know each other outside the bedroom. Did you know she likes to do laundry?” Adam laughed. “Who likes to do laundry?”

  Tony shrugged. He didn’t know Lily liked to do laundry. He knew she liked to cook and watch movies, but that was about it when it came to anything that didn’t involve her physical pleasure. Since Lily, he’d tried to take on two women and had failed them miserably. He hadn’t cared i
f they liked to listen to music, go to the theater, or jog naked with their tits bouncing up and down. He simply didn’t care. They’d ended up leaving to find doms who could care for them more regularly. Lily was special. Her gentle nature and feisty need for sex had drawn him in, made him feel powerful and in control.

  She’d also made him feel like he wasn’t the one for her. He thought it was all about the submissives’ needs, their pleasure, their growth and awareness. He’d trained many over the years, always focusing on what they required. Maybe this was the way it was always going to be. He would come second in a one-man show.

  One thing was paramount. Lily needed someone who could care for her in a way he wasn’t capable of anymore. Not on a permanent basis. Something wasn’t right. It didn’t fit. Damn if he knew why, but it was what it was, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

  Renee had gotten tired of his relentless work schedule. The other two got tired of him. Tony turned the paring knife handle over in his hand, blindly staring at the pile of fruit. He needed someone who needed him—all of him. Someone who could tell him to go to hell when he was being an ass, who could make him want to take more vacations from work—a person who could see past the show he put on to understand why.

  He needed someone to help him get to sleep at night. He needed someone.

  “Are you ready for this?” Adam’s question broke through his pity party.

  Tony tilted his chin up. “My friend,” he said, “I’ve been waiting for this since that first night on the back porch when I tied her up for you.”

  Adam laughed and patted Tony on the shoulder. “Damn, she was sexy, wasn’t she?”

  Tony started trimming the tops from the strawberries again. “Yeah, she was.” He recalled the beautiful way she knelt at Adam’s feet, the way she swallowed his long shaft. She had been his best student. She was hot, Tony thought, but the look on Adam’s face when he came was hotter. He wiped the image from his mind and finished cutting the fruit.

  “Did you bring the condoms?” Adam asked as he pressed the lids onto the containers.

  “Yes,” Tony said as he pointed to his black duffel bag in the corner. “I didn’t forget.” How could he have forgotten? He’d had the bag packed and was ready to fly out the door the day Adam called and asked him to participate in this little adventure. He was more than eager to have another round with his poppet—wait, he corrected himself, Adam’s poppet—and the fact that he was going to have playtime with Adam was just dessert.

  “She’s going to be so excited to see you.”

  “I’ve missed her too,” Tony said, giving Adam a firm slap on the shoulder. “But remember, I’m usually the one fucking someone else’s ass, so take it easy in the beginning.”

  Adam slid his lips into a mischievous grin. “I can’t make any promises.”

  LILY SIGHED AS she sat in the little shack, huddled on the mattress, waiting. After Adam had finished with her, she hadn’t even inquired about the arrangements for the ball. The tender kisses he’d lavished on her made her weak and ready for a nap. The rope had left reddened burn marks on her wrists from where she’d struggled. She was proud she’d fought so hard.

  She snuggled up on the mattress as the light took its rightful place behind the darkness, as the evening light began casting shadows around the room. The stillness of the meadow created a sound all its own as the frogs began their ballad and the crickets gave a full accompaniment.

  Lily startled when she heard the heavy footfalls coming across the porch. The latch loosened before the door opened.

  “Close your eyes, Lily Flower.” Thank God! It was Adam. “Keep them closed for me.”

  Lily couldn’t imagine shutting them any tighter. Oh, what was he going to do? She nestled her fingers under the pillow, waiting, longing to touch him. With three loud footsteps, he crossed the space to stop beside her. Her body tingled all over with the anticipation of what he had planned.

  The mattress gave as she felt him straddle her legs. She did as he requested and kept her eyes closed but was quickly aided by the silk band that covered her lids. She sighed with the feel of his rough fingers tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ears. He tightened the fabric behind her head. A tranquil peace wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She felt safe, wanted.

  “Adam! Adam, please let me taste you,” she cried. “Please.”

  She felt Adam’s hand gently push at her waist. As she rolled onto her stomach, he spread her legs wide. The tip of a finger slid over her pussy lips, making her body shudder and jut forward. She pressed her hot cheek against the soft pillow as his finger slipped over her wet folds.

  Suddenly, the air went dry, and Lily’s mouth fell open when she felt the firm tip of a cock at the verge of her opening. She caught her breath and held it, the anticipation of his entry tightening her chest. He rubbed the velvety tip over the swollen lips, pushing open the outer ones to plunge at the inner ones.

  “Oh, God,” she pleaded. “Oh, God, Adam, please slide it in, just once. Please…please.”

  Again, the blunt head of his cock pressed through her folds to rest at the engorged nub that was the focus of her torment. She jumped at the gesture, pleading again for Adam to fuck her. In an instant he withdrew, and she could hear the rustling of clothes coming off.

  “Do it now.” She heard Adam’s voice command, but it was not coming from behind her. Terror rushed through her as she struggled to move away from the man who had touched her.

  “Adam? Adam! Where are you? Who’s behind me? Ad—” The gag was in her mouth with precise placement. The small ball fit comfortably under her palate, trapping her tongue beneath. Her tears were absorbed by the silk covering her eyes.

  Finally stilling, she succumbed to letting the strange man finish prepping her. With a sense of hearing that was deafening, she focused on the multiple footfalls of shoes on the wooden planks of her hidden little shack. Who had Adam brought here? How many were staring at her right now, seeing her pussy swollen, her cream coating her inner thighs? Who heard her cries of needing a release?

  One of the men took her bound hands and pulled her into him. The sensation of warm, tailored fabric brushed her cheek as she slid her face over the crisp lapel. The aroma of musk and aftershave pierced her nose. It was Adam. At least he smelled like Adam.

  “She looks so beautiful gagged. Wouldn’t you agree?” Adam said.

  Lily waited to hear the other man’s voice. Nothing.

  Adam spoke again. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

  Lily nodded, unable to speak.

  “That’s my girl,” Adam said and lovingly petted the back of her head.

  Every sensation seemed amplified behind the darkness, every sound much louder, every touch more profound.

  “Help her to sit up,” Adam said to whoever else was in the room. Lily felt strong hands gently wrap around her waist and help her to sit upright. The disorientation made her wobble, and she pulled her calves under her backside and rested her hands behind her back.

  Saliva flowed down her throat as someone pulled the ball free from her mouth. Thank goodness, she could close her lips again. Someone slid the pad of his thumb over her lips, taking a moment to dip inside her mouth, waiting for her suck. She pulled the thumb into her mouth and suckled. Whoever was toying with her sighed, then pulled away.

  Lily tucked her legs even tighter under her bottom and laid her trembling hands in her lap. What were they waiting for? The mattress next to her gave as she felt one of them sit down. The other one was walking around, doing something… What? She startled when she felt the coolness of a piece of food greet her lips.

  She opened her mouth to accept the gift. The shrimp was cool and refreshing as she swallowed. Who was feeding her? Did it really matter? Lily spread her lips into a smile as she took the next bite that was offered.

  A husky whisper filled her ear as tender lips brushed the tingling spot behind it. “Does that taste good?”

  Tony! Tony
was feeding her. “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Good. Here.” He slid a firm little globe onto her tongue. She bit down. An olive. Yum… “Your mouth looks so pretty when you eat.”

  Lily felt the heat rush to her face. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  The wine was delicious, and Tony’s delivery, slow and deliberate. The blindfold only heightened the feeling of contentment. The blackness she longed for was no effort now. She was free to let her mind explore and wander as he fed her one new flavor after another.

  Tony handed her a glass flute and stood up. She timidly sipped the liquid as the sound of clothes being removed filled her sensitive ears.

  “Lily?” It was Adam’s voice again. “We want to give you something. I know you’ve been waiting for us. You’ve been a good slave for me, and now it’s time you get your reward. Do you want your reward?”

  Lily swallowed the wine. “Yes. Yes, I do. I want it all.”

  The first hint of light made her eyes ache. The blindfold was pulled until it was completely free. The space was dim, shadowy, the faint glow from the candlelight just enough for her to make out the two dark figures standing in the room. After a few heavy blinks, she was able to focus on the candlelight, which actually lit the space quite well. White candles were everywhere: across the floor of the hearth, scattered along the walls, here and there on the floorboards. And then her eyes fully focused on the two breathtaking figures standing in the middle of her little shack.

  Tony and Adam were standing with legs slightly apart, naked, muscular chests and arms, legs and hips and backsides and… Lily’s mind reeled at the sight. She struggled on the mattress and scurried backward in awe.

  She knew this feeling: fear. Fear of feeling everything she’d ever dreamed of, of making those sights in her head a reality, of experiencing the unattainable. Panic gripped her when she realized the sight was a mere mirage, a ruse to once again tease her into a frenzy. She slightly spread her thighs and rested her hand on the swollen folds that were so hungry to be fed.