Gilded Cage

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  A grin forced its way onto his face. Talk about innocent. “Unfortunately, mine, yes.”

  “Ooh.” Lillian became excited and sucked his nipple.

  Goddamn. Brandon buried his face in her lush golden hair. His cock jumped in his pants. He clawed her ass and yanked her hips down against his groin. Lillian. He couldn’t stand being kissed there, especially by a siren who made his blood boil. She pecked and kissed and licked and sucked as if he was her new toy.

  “Which other parts of you are sensitive?”

  Brandon chortled. “That’s for you to find out.”

  “Mm. A game.” Lillian licked her lip. She squeezed his rock-hard erection again. “Take these pants off. I want to see you.”

  “Babe.” Brandon groped her breast. “If you want to see the prize, you have to work for it.”

  “Ah. I didn’t know you were a teaser. Well…” Lillian impatiently yanked open the button, then unzipped his fly. “Ah, briefs?”

  “You think I’m a commando type of guy?”

  “Kind of.” Her eyes drifted to his bulge. “Oh, God, you’re huge.”

  Now, Brandon felt worried. Women were always intimidated by his size.

  “Take this off. I want to see all of you.” Lillian growled with impatience. “Come on.”

  “Babe, if you want to see the pr—”

  “Please?”

  Damn. Who had the heart to refuse such a request? Lillian moved from his lap as he took off his shoes, pushed his jeans down and kicked them off his ankles. His briefs followed. His cock sprang free. Lillian was mesmerised by it for long seconds. She clasped his shaft and choked the base of his cock. Dear God. He whimpered.

  “Too hard?”

  “No. It just…feels so good.”

  “Oh.” Lillian squeezed him awkwardly. “I never guessed a penis would be so hot. Are all men like this?”

  Brandon groaned. Those soft hands of hers felt like velvet on his hard cock. “I don’t know, babe. You made me like this.”

  A girlish giggle erupted. She stroked him. Gentle and hard. His cock pulsed, loving her attention. “Mind if I kiss you?”

  He slurred his agreement before he realised she meant kissing him down there. His heart jumped to his throat. Heat blazed when her soft lips touched his tip. Lillian didn’t just kiss, she licked him, too. Her pink tongue swept over his slit, lapping a droplet of cream.

  “Ah.” Lillian smacked her tongue. Her expression was dreamy. “Salty. Who would’ve thought? I love it.”

  Fuck. Brandon tensed. He fisted her hair as she sucked him as if he was her personal lollypop. She licked his shaft. Nipped his cock head. Showered some light butterfly kisses on his balls, nothing went unexplored. Her teeth grazed him occasionally, a blow newbie, but she genuinely possessed a cock-loving mouth. He was astounded with the way she made him feel. Brandon had received some good blows in the past but no one had ever set him on fire the way she did. He clenched his jaw, his back arching and his toes curling each time she gave him a hard suck.

  God, I’m a goner. A bit more and I’m a goner. Brandon swallowed hard. “Lillian…” He tried to stop her. He didn’t want to come yet. But he would if she kept going like this.

  Lillian ignored him.

  Brandon grabbed her face and forced her to stop. “Babe, you’ve had enough. Now, it’s my turn…” He pulled his cock out of her mouth and suffocated her with a hard, greedy kiss.

  Lillian looked as if she were about to faint when he gave her a chance to catch a breath. “Let’s get you to bed. That is, if you still want it.”

  Her eyes widened. “I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

  “Getting violent, are we?” Brandon swept her off the couch and carried her to the bed.

  She watched him with fire in her eyes, lust emanating from her every pore. Everything about her screamed, “fuck me or you’ll suffer dire consequences.” Brandon threaded his fingers along her silky locks, hands trembling. Was it possible to have deep feelings for someone in such a short amount of time? But he did. This woman, Rapunzel from the Tall Tower, had turned his world upside down in the blink of an eye.

  He kissed her and breathed on her lips. “This might sound corny to you, but I just want you to know. From this moment on, you’re mine, Lillian. There’s nothing on Earth that could take you away from me.”

  Chapter Five

  His declaration made her giddy. And no, it wasn’t corny at all. She’d noticed Brandon was a man who liked to keep everything to himself, and for him to confide his deepest feelings meant he must be serious with his claim. Lillian grabbed his face and kissed him ravenously. A sense of security blanketed her, knowing Brandon would always be there for her. To protect her. And cherish her. For the first time in her life, she had someone she could turn to.

  When she broke the kiss, Brandon was scorching her with an intense gaze that made her melt into a puddle of goo. “Where were you all this time?” she whispered.

  “Hell hole and back. Does it matter? I’m here now. For you.”

  Lillian pulled him onto the bed. He went on top of her while showering her with tiny, feather-light kisses. She closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his waist. God. It felt like heaven, having him so close, so intimate. Their bare skin pressed together. Nothing between. Just them and their naked lust.

  His cock throbbed against her belly. Her pussy fluttered in anticipation. She moistened again. Brandon felt her all over as he trailed kisses to her stomach. Her heart raced when he pushed her legs down and spread her wider. She opened her eyes. His cock rested on her mons. Hard and hot. A sudden shiver swept through her. She needed him inside her. Lillian was curious how it would feel. It felt so good when Brandon had fucked her with his finger. She couldn’t imagine how it would be with his cock. Thinking about it made her heady.

  Brandon didn’t take her right away. He seemed fascinated with her sex. His eyes transfixed on her pussy as he stroked her curls. Her heart drummed wildly. Her cunt thrummed in cadence. He parted her pussy lips and slid a finger inside her. Lillian wanted to die. She moaned. Lillian couldn’t believe that a man could make her feel this good.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.” Her answer was merely a husk of a whisper.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes!” Lillian writhed. “Please.”

  Brandon hummed and slipped a second finger into her, stretching her open. She drew a lungful of air. The pleasure thickened by tenfold. Dear God. She clawed the bed. So good. Exquisite.

  Brandon pulled out his fingers and licked them dry. “I don’t think you’re ready. Not wet enough.”

  “Oh.”

  A mischievous smile hovered on the corner of his lips. “I need to make you wet.”

  His idea of making her wet was by licking her on the source of her aches. Lillian had to scream. His lips swept her vulva and his tongue danced across her seam, teasing and twirling. She thought his fingers were unbelievable, but his mouth. God in heaven. Lillian shuddered in ecstasy. She couldn’t find the words to describe it. Only pleasure. Thick pleasure. Red-hot pleasure. Burning her very soul and making her lose her mind.

  Lillian gasped and writhed. Her back arched, matching the rhythm of his licks. She heard him whispering, saying how much he loved worshipping her. Brandon paused. He captured her clit with his fingers and rolled it gently. His tongue speared into her entrance, licking her deeper and deeper…

  She squelched her urge to scream. The pleasure was maddening. Lillian bit her lip, trembling. Oh, God, I can’t take it anymore. She cried. Her body tensed until another storm of pleasure hit her. She came. Harder than before. Lillian shouted his name as waves of pure ecstasy rippled throughout her body.

  God, oh, God. Her eyes opened wide. Her pussy spasmed in the aftermath. She sobbed. Her skin tingled with sweet sensations. “Brandon-chan?”

  “Yes, babe?” He rose and positioned himself on her quivering pussy.

  “Does sex always feel this good?”

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��That’s just foreplay, babe.” Brandon leaned on top of her. “The actual fuck is even better.”

  “Oh.” Lillian craned her neck, peeking at her groin, curious.

  His cock pressed against her pussy. The tip nudged her entrance where Brandon had fucked her with his tongue just seconds before. Her pussy clenched upon contact. She creamed. Lillian looked up.

  “Fuck me,” she breathed out. “Please.”

  “Patience.” Brandon fisted his shaft and rubbed his tip on her opening. Shivers of delight shot up her spine. He kissed her open mouthed.

  Tear-salty kiss. She could taste her femininity on him.

  “Look at me when I take you.”

  Lillian nodded furiously.

  “Tell me if you can’t take it.”

  What the hell was that supposed to mean? A heartbeat later, she understood what he’d tried to tell her. Brandon penetrated her. God. She threw her head backward, gasping. It stung.

  “Lillian…” He sounded worried. “Does it hurt?”

  “Don’t stop.” She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails along his skin. It hurt, but it was addictive. Her need overruled the pain. She would go nuts if he changed his mind. She needed him. Become one. Now. “P-please…”

  Brandon clenched his jaws and thrust in. His cock speared her open. New fire engulfed her. She lost her breath. He pushed in another inch.

  Brandon hissed, “Be still.”

  He seized her hips and anchored her down. Lillian mewled when he thrust down to her cervix. His cock felt so hot, brimstone encased in velvet, pulsing in her depths. Her pussy gripped him instinctively, protesting the intrusion. He was so damn fucking big, the way he stretched her made her speechless for a long moment. Her breath froze in her lungs. Damn. Thousands of shimmering sensations crashed through her. There was pain, but mostly immense pleasure, pleasure so pure it was mind shattering. She hadn’t expected this. But she loved it. Lord. Lillian was astounded with the way he made her feel.

  “God,” Brandon rasped in low voice. He also seemed enraptured by the sensation of their joining flesh. He didn’t try to move, only stilled while her pussy clasped around his hard, unsated shaft. “You okay?”

  Lillian let out a tiny nod.

  “Hurt?”

  “Mostly good.” She writhed. “Fuck me.”

  “Oh, babe.”

  Brandon pulled out slowly. His veined shaft ground against the walls of her vagina. He stopped when his cock head was just about to leave her opening, then he thrust back in the same agonisingly slow motion as if he wanted to relive the initial penetration. His heat, pure male, seared through her.

  Lillian wrapped her arms around his neck and surrendered. God. She loved it, the way their bodies became one. It felt so intimate having him inside her like this.

  “So damn good. Don’t think I can go slow anymore.” Brandon panted. “I need…”

  “Fuck me hard,” she urged. “I want to come again.”

  “Babe.” Brandon fisted her hair and picked up his pace.

  His cock slammed into her without reserve. Lillian moaned. The pleasure intensified with his every thrust, so fierce and pure it had to be a sin. Brandon pounded, yanked, lunged, pushed with sheer savagery, battering her pussy until she could only feel fire. God. The pleasure was unimaginable. He wasn’t lying. The actual fuck was even better. A woman could get used to this. Addicted to the wicked pleasure he was giving her. Sweat beaded his temples. His eyes blazed with lust. He watched her the whole time he fucked her into oblivion as if he still wasn’t sure if this was what she really wanted.

  But Lillian desired nothing else than becoming one with him. Yes. She wanted this more than anything else. “I love it. God. Harder,” she pleaded. “I almost…”

  Brandon fucked her harder. His lips peeled grimly as if he couldn’t contain his own atavistic lust. She thrashed, feeling desperate. The pleasure gathered, even greater than before. But she wasn’t there yet. She needed it, otherwise she knew she would go insane.

  “Please, please…” She sobbed, her body consumed by greedy need. “I want…”

  He roared and slammed her brutally, hammering her with hard, primal fucks. She was so close…the pleasure climbed higher. Brandon slammed faster. Lillian wanted to scream. Almost. She needed. More. Almost. A bit more…just a bit more. God. Her chest almost burst. The storm crashed. She came. Lillian bawled. Fireworks exploded before her eyes. Her ears rang. Breath cut off her lungs.

  She gasped. Panted. Her body quaked as a powerful tide of climax washed over her. It was amazing. Lillian opened her eyes wide. But Brandon didn’t stop. He kept fucking her across the bed, as brutal as a man who had been deprived from his primal need for a long time.

  “Lillian.” He murmured her name over and over as if it was a mantra.

  She couldn’t do anything but surrender to his torrent of vicious fucks. Her head dangled from the edge of the bed. His powerful body loomed before her. Feral. Sexual. Untamed. Yet he made her feel secure.

  He slammed and slammed again. And suddenly, another violent climax ambushed her. Lillian shouted. Her body went rigid. All her muscles tensed. She soared free into the land of ecstasy. The world darkened.

  When she crashed back to reality, she found him sobbing like she was. His face was a mask of pleasure. He stiffened. She could feel his cock spasm in her depths, ejaculating. Her pussy clenched in return, milking him to his last drop. Lillian felt cherished. Sated. Thoroughly loved.

  “Lillian…” He grabbed her face and kissed her greedily.

  She kissed him back. Her chest swelled with unspoken emotion. Would it be silly if I tell him how much I love him? Lillian had never harboured so much feeling for a man. She’d never been interested in one before he came into her life. Stanford made her wary of men, but Brandon was different. He gave her freedom.

  Love. Protection.

  Brandon parted his lips, his eyes drowning her in silent adoration. That intense grey gaze of his told her more than needed telling. She was his. The one thing she’d wanted since he came into her life. Lillian caressed his face and kissed him deeply.

  Lillian had drifted to sleep. At least, she thought she had. She remembered they were kissing and touching after their explosive lovemaking, and when she opened her eyes, she was in the middle of the bed with a comforter over her naked body. Lillian leant to her side and found herself face-to-face with Brandon’s muscled chest. She looked up. Brandon was watching her sleep.

  “You awake?” he whispered.

  He looked tired, sleepy with his dark hair tousled on his shoulders, but it made him look even sexier. Lillian just had to steal a kiss from him. He purred. The rumble from his throat made her spine shiver. He kissed her back and drew her deeper into his arms.

  She nibbled his chin. “I’m awake now.”

  “So I see.” Brandon snuggled closer.

  Heat emanated from his naked body. She could feel the rhythm of his beating heart and the way his cock slowly stirred. He ran his hand over her breasts and down to the curve of her hips. The touches elicited another shiver of delight.

  “Do you…regret it?”

  The question caught her by surprise. “Regret sleeping with you? No. Don’t be silly. Why would you think that?”

  “Babe.” Brandon cleared a lock of stray hair from her face. “You’re Blackwell’s daughter and I’m just a nobody.”

  “What does that have to do with us being together? In case you forgot, my father didn’t even feed me three times a day.” Lillian meant it as a joke, but it made Brandon sink into a deep frown.

  “That.” Brandon pushed the comforter down to her thigh. His gaze cut to her grapefruit-sized scar. “I can’t understand. How could your father allow such a horrible thing to happen to you?”

  She’d been asking the same question since she was old enough to think. “Well. He hates me.”

  Brandon regarded her thoughtfully. “No parents could hate their children. He must have his reason to treat you so harshly.�
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  Lillian chewed her bottom lip. Father was never kind. He was cold and demeaning and always displeased at everything she did. Even the way she breathed could annoy him.

  At first, she’d always thought her clumsiness was the source of his displeasure. As she grew older, she was convinced that she was the source of her father’s displeasure. When she was seven years old, her father took her to their summerhouse in Cambridge. Lillian remembered when it happened. Her father had been on the terrace, talking to his friend on the phone. Somehow, she’d gotten distracted and walked too close to the edge of the pool. And before she knew it, she’d stumbled into the water. Lillian couldn’t swim. She’d sputtered and gasped, trying to grab on to something until finally, she was able to hold onto the edge of the pool. The sound of footsteps echoed through the air and her father’s body emerged into view. She felt relieved her father had come to her rescue.

  Instead of rescuing her, her father had swung out his foot and crushed her tiny fingers that were dearly holding onto the ledge. She remembered the pain, how she lost her grip and drowned in the pool until one of her father’s bodyguards jumped in and rescued her.

  Later on, when her nanny had dried her and bundled her up in a towel, her father came to her and sneered, “I guess you’re just as stupid as your mother.”

  Lillian didn’t know what he meant back then. All she knew was her father was mad because she was clumsy. When she was older, her nanny confided that she reminded him too much of her mother. Gillian had died when she gave birth to her, and her father had never recovered from it. The nanny asked Lillian to forgive her father and his harsh treatments. Sometimes old wounds never healed and Lillian had to make peace with that.

  “I really don’t know his reasons.” Lillian decided to spare Brandon the details. She felt ashamed she was the reason her mother had died and that she’d become the source of her father’s hatred. “Probably because I’m so clumsy.”

  “Lillian.” Brandon tugged her face up. “You know that isn’t true. I was suspicious the reason he treated you like that was because of Maxwell Stanford. I’m sure you know who Stanford really is.”