Uncovering Lily

by Rene Webb

  Turning around, I reach for the phone and call Trevor again at the hotel. Last time I called, while Lily was in the bathroom, he had no news for me. This time he better fucking have some information.

  “Peter has been texting me again, sir, demanding to know why you aren’t answering him and what is going on,” he tells me.

  “Have you responded?”

  “Only to ensure him you are handling the situation.”

  “Good,” I growl. Peter doesn’t deserve to know what is going on. “Do you have any information for me?”

  “Some,” he says hesitantly. “With the time difference, it’s been difficult to reach people.”

  “I don’t want excuses,” I clip. “I want results.”

  “I went on a hunch and checked Miss MacKay’s social media accounts,” he tells me. “And they all show she has been having a wonderful Easter Holiday in Paris, and then again back in London.”

  “So no one suspects anything?”

  “I doubt it, sir. There aren’t just photographs of places she’s reported to have been, but more than one selfie all geo-tagged at those locations.”

  “Fuck,” I mutter.

  “Yes, it would appear someone has gone through a lot of trouble to keep Miss MacKay’s disappearance a secret.”

  “Yes.” I then have a sudden thought. “Text Peter and get her mobile number from him, Daniels will need it to do a trace. I want to see if she’s been supposedly sending any messages. Someone must be posing as her to her parents and university.”

  “Yes, of course,” he says, and I can tell he’s reaching for his phone as he mutters, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

  “Well, I have some information for you.”

  “You do?” he asks excitedly.

  “They kidnapped Lily from outside of a club, I don’t know which one. But it did foam during that evening.”

  “That’s still a thing?” he scoffs.

  “Apparently,” I answer amused. “She was there with a new friend of hers who goes by the name Janice. They met in the library on campus, but they don’t have any courses together.”

  “So are you thinking this Janice might be in on the kidnapping?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll be sure to pass the information along to Daniels.”

  “Good.”

  “Your sister texted me and was wondering what your itinerary is.”

  “Text Riley back, and tell her I’ll call tomorrow.”

  I hear Lily whimpering again in her sleep.

  “Be ready to leave when we get back, and Lily will need some clothes,” I tell him. Not waiting for a reply I hang up and quickly make my way back to the bed. Gently, I pull Lily back into my arms, tucking her under my body once again.

  “I’ve got you, Princess,” I tell her, running my hand along her side. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Her breathing relaxes, and I kiss her forehead gently. Pulling back, I stare into her now open eyes.

  “Sir?”

  “I’m right here,” I tell her, giving her a small smile.

  Her tiny hand reaches up and gently touches my cheek. I turn my head and kiss her palm. Her lips twitch into a small smile.

  Chapter Fifteen

  ~ Lily ~

  I awake to the feeling of warmth and safety, tucked under the man’s body, with his warm eyes shining down at me in the dim light. For some reason, I can’t help but reach up and cup his cheek with my palm. It’s rough with stubble, feeling like my favorite emery board. I scratch his cheek lightly with my nails and find myself smiling when he turns his head and presses a kiss into my palm.

  The touch of his warm lips against my skin sends a pleasant tingle through me. I find myself gliding my hand along his neck and pulling his mouth toward mine. I lick my lips in anticipation before I press them against his full warm mouth.

  This kiss is different than the other’s the man and I have shared. I’m in full control. He’s letting me set the pace—I am kissing him. After a few moments, he pulls out of the kiss and rests our foreheads together.

  “Princess,” he whispers, rubbing his nose against mine affectionately.

  “Please, sir,” I answer back, not really sure what I mean, or entirely want I want—except to get lost in this man, wanting to fall back into his warmth and the pleasure I know can be found there. I don’t want to slip back into my nightmares or think about anything else except the feelings he creates within me.

  Rolling me completely onto my back, the man hovers over me.

  He trails light, barely-there kisses down my face that have me squirming and sighing with pleasure—laving, nipping, and sucking on the skin above my collarbone, no doubt leaving his mark.

  “Sir,” I cry out in shock as he suddenly flips onto his back, somehow taking me with him. I’m now sprawled awkwardly on top of his hard body, looking down into his twinkling golden eyes.

  Gliding his hands down my body, I gasp as he grips the tops of my thighs and pulls them apart. I now have his hard body between my legs. My heart is racing as I push against his hard chest to a sitting position. I’m naked, straddling an equally naked man.

  He’s grinning up at me as his warm hands grip my hips gently. The circling caresses against my skin his thumbs are making have me rocking against his body.

  “Sir?” I ask, unsure of what to do next.

  Even in my naughtiest fantasies, I never really imagined what it would be like to have a man laid out beneath me and letting me take control. Not that I believe I am ever truly in control when it comes to this man. But at this moment he is allowing me to pretend—to explore.

  “Touch me, Princess. Do whatever you want.” His voice rings with a gentle sincerity.

  Slowly, I move my palms across his chest, feeling the solid—real—warmth beneath them. This man is my momentary reality. All I want to do is kiss him again.

  So I give into the urge.

  Leaning forward, I press a kiss against his throat. It gives me a thrill to feel his pulse pounding beneath. Next, I kiss the man’s jaw, flicking my tongue against his stubble. The hands resting on my hips flex, but he makes no move to take over.

  “Hi,” I whisper, suddenly shy when we’re nose to nose.

  “Hiya,” he replies. His copper eyes are twinkling in the darkness, and his lips are twitched up slightly into a grin.

  I lean down and take his full lips with my own, marveling at how soft they are, how much I love the taste as I run my tongue along their seam. He opens up, and I flick my tongue against his. The man shivers against me, and he moans. While his hands never move from their resting spot on my hips, his fingertips twitch and dig into my flesh.

  My hands on his chest find his nipples through the smattering of coarse dark hair. The man moans appreciatively as I begin to tease and touch him, instinctively touching him the way I enjoy being touched.

  Leaning down, I kiss and suck on the warm salty skin of his neck. A thrill of pleasure courses through me as I feel his moans of pleasure against my lips. I scoot down his body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses. The man doesn’t make any move to stop me or take over. I freeze for a second when I feel his hardness beneath me, which wasn’t there before.

  “Fuck, Princess,” he groans out as I take one of his nipples between my lips and suck it to the roof of my mouth. His hands move up my body and tangle in my hair.

  Lifting myself onto my knees, I slowly continue to move down his body, following the trail of hair from his navel down to his thick cock.

  “Fuck,” he mutters as I gently grasp him in my hand, feeling his weight and girth.

  Leaning forward, I take a tentative lick of the mushroomed head, not knowing what I’m doing or even if I really want to try and suck this man off. It’s not an act I have enjoyed. But I find, for this man, I’m willing to try.

  “Not tonight, Princess,” he says, interrupting my thoughts by fisting my hair tightly—stilling my movements.

  “You don’t want me too?”

&
nbsp; “I think my cock is making it pretty clear it wants nothing more than to be in that sexy mouth of yours. But I’m tabling its decision until later.”

  Doing an impressive ab-curl, he reaches down and takes hold of my arms, dragging me back up his body so we are once again face-to-face.

  “Who are you?” I wonder aloud. Who is this man of confusing contradictions?

  A shadow of some unknown emotion flits across the man’s face before he quickly clears it into his seemingly normal stoic demeanor.

  “I’m a man who needs to get some sleep.”

  “But what about ... ?” I ask vaguely, gesturing toward his erect cock.

  Ignoring my question the man flips us so I’m once again safely tucked against his body. Then he pulls up the covers and tucks us back underneath.

  “No more nightmares, Princess” he commands tersely before placing a confusingly sweet kiss on my forehead.

  I’m left reeling. Who is this man?

  Chapter Sixteen

  ~ Lily ~

  “How are you feeling this morning, Princess?” a groggy voice asks from behind as the arm draped across my middle tightens slightly.

  I jump, and it takes me a moment to wake enough to be aware of my surroundings. I quickly realize I’m still stuck in the same nightmare I have been living in for the past few weeks. I don’t want to admit to myself that waking up next to the man who bought me last night isn’t an entirely unpleasant experience. Maybe if I try hard enough I can convince myself I only like him because he has been the first person to be kind to me since my abduction. Not because he makes me feel both safe and cared for.

  One minute he’s unrelenting and demanding, then the next he’s gentle and full of normal conversation as if we were getting to know each other. Almost as if last night was some strange one-night stand.

  “Princess?”

  Closing my eyes again, I answer sleepily, “I’m okay.” Which every man should know is code for I’m miserable, angry, unhappy, annoyed, or a combination of all those feelings, but I don’t want to talk to you about it.

  “Just okay?” he asks, clearly not knowing the true meaning of the phrase. “I think we can do better than that.”

  The man’s arm around my middle reaches up so his hand can cup my breast, while his fingers lazily begin to caress the rapidly hardening nipple. Instinctively I push myself back into his arms, seeking to get as close as I can to the pleasurable feeling he’s sparking throughout my body.

  I freeze suddenly when my ass brushes against his thick morning erection. It surprises me, catching me off guard, though I don’t know why. Even though I know it happens, having never woken up next to a man I didn’t expect it.

  A tongue flicks the skin at the back of my neck, sending a shiver through me. Several gentle sucking kisses that leave me groaning in frustration follow. I don’t want to desire this man. I should hate him. But my body, my pussy, has turned traitor. It tingles with so much need for this man’s attention that I don’t fight him when he wraps the arm he’s laying on under my body. Reaching around, he teases my nipples with barely-there caresses. His other hand slides lazily down my body. I find myself rolling further back into him, encouraging his exploration. The tips of his fingers finally reach the top of my pussy. He stops and teases the skin there, sparking goosebumps throughout my body.

  I groan. “Sir.”

  “What do you want, Princess?” he teases, continuing to play with my body.

  “Touch me,” I find myself snapping in frustration. I grab his wrist and attempt to pull his hand down further, shifting to spread my legs apart.

  The answering slap to my pussy has me gasping for breath and creaming with need.

  “I’m in charge. I say when and how my perfect little cunt gets played with,” he growls in my ear, nipping the lobe roughly. Gone is the man who in the middle of the night let me take charge and explore his body. This man is the one who first walked into the room last night.

  “You asked,” I growl back, no longer truly afraid of him.

  “Be careful,” he warns. “Or I won’t let you come and will just fuck you for my own pleasure.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whine pitifully, the need within me to come becoming almost unbearable. I hate myself just a little bit more at that moment.

  The hand on my breast squeezes my nipple almost painfully between his thumb and forefinger, and I grab onto his arm attempting to anchor myself in reality as the pleasure continues to build.

  The hand cupping my pussy moves, rubbing me in torturous slowness. I gasp in relief as two thick fingers force their way unrelentingly into my wetness—filling and stretching me. I begin to ache in a different, just as needful way. The man uses his thumb to rub my clit in slow circles as he curls his fingers inside of me.

  “Should I let you come before I fuck you?” His voice is clearer now, the fog of sleep having dissipated.

  “Please,” I answer. One of my hands traitorously reaches back and grabs his backside, squeezing it encouragingly, while the other is caressing the arm of the hand which is touching my pussy so pleasurably.

  “Since you asked so nicely,” the man states before he begins vigorously rubbing my clit with his thumb at the same time he’s pumping his fingers in and out of my sopping wet channel. The hand at my breast continues its twin assault adding to the onslaught.

  It doesn’t take long before my muscles contract in pleasure around his fingers, and I gasp for breath. He continues his assault until the last of the orgasm has left my body. I lean back against him, breathing hard and completely sated. Damn him—the man knows exactly how to make my body come alive.

  “My turn.” He rolls me under him and onto my back. I’m still shaking from the pleasure I’d received when, without warning, he thrusts his hardness fully into me. I gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders as my legs automatically raise and wrap themselves around his back. I look up at him; his eyes are sparkling with desire and his dark hair is tousled, sticking up every which way, softening the look of his hard exterior, making him seem almost—cute, instead of the powerful, demanding, yet irresistible man I met only hours ago.

  “This is the perfect way to start the day,” he grunts almost to himself as he begins moving, his rhythm demanding and unrelenting. “Fucking a hot, tight, soaking wet cunt, that’s all yours.”

  For the second time already this morning, I begin to feel the tell-tale tingles of an orgasm rising through my body. My hands reach down and grab his naked backside, encouraging his movements.

  “Sir,” I plead, wanting—needing—to come again.

  His lips find mine, taking them roughly and leaving me breathless when he pulls back and looks into my eyes.

  “Touch yourself,” he orders, shifting his weight onto one arm so he can reach back with the other and grab my hand, pulling it away from where it was gripping him. “I want to feel your cunt squeezing my cock as I fuck you.”

  I slid my hand between our bodies and find my swollen clit.

  “That’s it, Princess,” he encourages me as I slide my fingers through the parted folds where we’re joined.

  His movements are rougher now as he slams into my body, pushing me into the bed, its metal frame hitting the wall in the rhythm he’s creating. I copy the rhythm with my own movements as I bring myself closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Come,” he demands, pulling my hand away and replacing it with his own calloused fingers. His touch sends me over the edge, and I buck against him as I fall over. I feel my inner walls contracting painfully around his hardness as I bring him further inside. His body tightens suddenly, and he lets go with a rush of wet warmth filling me. He continues his movements, getting every last ounce of pleasure out of the experience.

  I briefly wonder if he’s like that in life, in business.

  With a last thrust, he plants himself deep within in me, branding me again on the inside. Filling and stretching me to my limits—beyond them—I feel sated and ache from his roughness.

  His
breath is thick and warm against my neck where his head landed after his release.

  “I could fuck your cunt forever, Princess,” he states breathlessly, kissing my neck before turning my face toward his and gently touching my lips with his own.

  It’s as if he’s another person suddenly—tender, gentle, and almost sweet as he lazily kisses me. I find myself responding, craving this side of him.

  Slowly he pulls away and leaves a kiss on the tip of my nose and forehead before he shifts to move off of me—out of me.

  I gasp and wince in pain as he pulls his now flaccid cock from my body. Instinctively, I pull my legs together and curl into the fetal position.

  The man leans over me and kisses my temple before he rolls me back onto my back. Kneeling on the bed next to me, his hands grab my thighs, and he attempts to wrench them apart. For the first time, I struggle against his hold, twisting and turning.

  “Please,” I beg, not knowing what he’s about to do next.

  “Stop,” he snaps, hitting the side of my ass with a cracking smack that has me freezing. “I only want to assess the damage.”

  Looking up at him through blurry, tear-filled eyes, I nod my head in understanding.

  “Be a good girl,” he admonishes patronizingly. “Put your feet on the bed and spread your legs.”

  Against my better judgment, I find myself following his instructions. He rewards me with a gentle kiss. “Good girl.”

  I squirm uncomfortably as he inspects my pussy, his fingers spreading my folds as he bends to get a closer look. I wince as he pushes the tip of his finger inside. He growls and mutters something under his breath I can’t make out.

  Concluding his inspection, he leans over to kiss me, stating, “I’d kiss it better, but I have no desire to taste my own cum, and your cunt is covered with it. Inside and out.”

  My mind is completely jumbled. I don’t know what to think, or how to feel. From the very beginning, his actions have confused me. I don’t want to like him, but then he shows me a side of himself I can’t help but feel drawn to.

  Kissing me again gently, I barely register that one of his hands has moved down my body until his finger comes into contact with my clit. I jerk away, ending the kiss and placing my hands on his shoulders attempting to push him away. “Don’t, it really hurts,” I tell him firmly for the first time since we met.