Pink Lilies (Beautiful People Book 1)

by Lacee Hightower

  I pushed my mouth on top of her succulent pink lips, tangling my tongue with hers, relishing in her returned enthusiasm as she matched every thrust, whimpering delicate, soft moans. I gripped her small breasts through the thin material of her shirt that precisely filled the palms of my hands. Her nipples evolved into hard pebbles. She was softening up. Growing powerless.

  She was ready.

  Something unknown to me suddenly wanted to forget the whole control issue and peel off her clothes slowly piece by piece, stare into her eyes, and make long tender love to her. But I couldn’t do that. Not just yet.

  I forced my lips from hers, listening to a long, opposing groan as I eased her from my body. Although my cock was ready, I wanted to explain everything that was happening between us. Captivated by this woman all over again, I stepped back, gazing at her hard nipples peeking through her shirt, my head filling with the sweet smell of her arousal. Soon, sweetheart. Patience is key.

  “Alexa, you need to know that while we’re involved in a scene, I’m in charge of every scenario. I’m always the controlling force. But we never have to do more than you’re willing. I’ll never force anything you’re uncomfortable with. You can stop anything I’m doing at any time. All you have to do is say your safe word. Simply say ‘stop.’”

  “Just stop?” she repeated.

  “Yes. I’ll cease anything I’m doing the second you say the word, but make certain. Once you say it, angel, everything ends. In time, you’ll learn what you like and dislike. Your limits.” One day you’ll beg me for it, sweetheart.

  “Do you understand, Alexa?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. In the future that one word without the other would earn her punishment. Today I’d overlook it.

  “Alexa, I’m always Sir when we’ve moved into a scene. Calling me by any other name is a sign of impoliteness and disrespect, and merits punishment. Do you understand? Are we okay, angel?”

  I knew this was hard for her. That fiery temper, combined with her self-sufficient demeanor, was something I understood and respected. I also knew even she didn’t know all the needs of her body, and I intended on pushing her to her limits, watching her slowly learn, right beside me. Eventually, she’d grasp her body’s needs and realize that a little kink wasn’t something to bring on shame. Strength in a woman’s knowledge of her sexual desires was a beautiful thing to watch. It was sexy as fuck.

  “Yes, I understand … Sir.”

  “Okay, angel. Be calm. It’s all good, baby.” I reached for her shaking body, placing a quick kiss on her lips and immediately backed up, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Strip for me, Alexa. Slowly. Show me your beautiful body.” My tone was gruff. There were no more smiles. Domination and control didn’t always involve asking permission. Sometimes it was altogether inconsiderate.

  Her cheeks turned pink as she slipped her silky shirt over the top of her head, smoothing her hair down with her fingers afterward. I held back a smile. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it drop in a pink lacy heap to rest on top of her shirt. Her breasts were alert, her peaks stiff and dark. I lowered my eyes toward the zipper of the rust-colored jeans that were painted on her body. She understood my gesture and removed her shoes, before unzipping her pants and lowering them and her panties to the ground.

  She was bare. Beautiful. Obeying my demands without the slightest blink of an eye. I sat and observed the perfection of her beauty, not quite sure where I wanted to go with this. She was still scared. Everything about that would have amused me in the past, wanting nothing more than to prove that I was in control, and relish the fear covering her eyes for my own benefit.

  Alexa was different. I wouldn’t rush things with her. I wanted her to learn. And want the same things I did. Oh, baby, what have you done with Tyler Yates?

  As much as I wanted to calm her, I had to remember I was still her Dom right now. I couldn’t let feelings take over. Silent, I walked toward the large corner armoire, the room overflowing with the sweet scent of her arousal as I opened the large wardrobe and pulled out a silken strap of cloth, along with a tickler. I eyed a collar, something I’d never used on a woman, lifting it just to spark her curiosity, but being her first time, I quickly returned it. Considering the assortment of butt plugs, I planned on familiarizing her with one of those in the very near future.

  I turned toward her and her eyes fell downward. It was a compliant and passive move that shot directly south, ending in my erection. Breathtaking, she had submissive tendencies even if she didn’t yet see them. They were there—simply waiting for a strong Dom to pull them from her. I could hardly bear the thought of not taking her right now on all fours, my cock hard to the point of agony.

  “Angel.” Her eyes quickly lifted upward before focusing on the items I held. “This is only a silken strip to bind your hands with.” Her eyes shot upward as I raised the tickler, running it over the top of her erect breasts. “This is an ostrich feather tickler. I think you might like it.” She swallowed hard.

  “Alexa, it’s all going to be fine. But you have to trust me. Can you do that?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. I stood and watched her for a moment, wondering if she would realize the huge mistake she just made. My eyes narrowed as I lifted the silken cloth.

  “Give me your hands.” She held both hands in front of her, while I tried ignoring how heavily they were shaking. “Like this,” I gestured. I tied her wrists together as her eyes widened even more. It was tight, but not so much that she had no sense of movement.

  She still hadn’t realized her slip-up. Behind her hands, I reached for her nipple and pinched hard, her yelp shrill and loud with the unexpected movement. As much as I wanted to punish her for the lack of respect, I felt it was still important to go easy. Easy for now, baby.

  I brushed my lips across the bend of her damp neck, kissing her moist flesh and whispering in her ear. “Next time you don’t refer to me as Sir, you’ll be at the mercy of my hand, Alexa.”

  I felt her swallow hard as my head rested against her neck. “Are you beginning to understand?” I gently turned her toward me.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.” Her soft words sounded apologetic. I fought smiling at her blushing cheeks, but I didn’t.

  I shrugged out of my clothes, my erection slapping against my abdomen. She moved just slightly, and this returning emotion stabbing at me again, all I could think of was getting inside her and filling her with my pent-up release. First, she needed to take me in her mouth.

  I returned to the end of the bed, sitting down as she stood, watching. Fucking me with her big, beautiful eyes.

  “Take me in your mouth, Alexa.”

  She neared the bed, dropping to her knees. Ahh, that’s it, baby. I took time and let her watch me stroke myself, her tongue brushing her lip as her bound arms adjusted in front of her. One hand still gripping myself, I lifted the tickler in the other and reached out, the distance between us way too great. I brushed the feathers across the top of her chest, lowering the device slowly over each pebbled nipple. I quickly wished I’d blindfolded her, knowing the sensation would be even greater if she were unable to see. She squirmed as I circled the soft feathers over her nipples a few more times before laying the tickler to the side. I drew her closer, holding my shaft toward her. She struggled with her bound hands as I slowly eased myself between her lips. Her tongue slowly brushed down my entire length, moistening me before she started to gently suck. I brought her head between my hands and pushed gently, and then more rapidly. She was moaning with every beautiful lick of her tongue. Where I’d planned on this being slow, her tongue was killing me. Sweet Jesus!

  My head dropped onto my chest as I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my inevitable release. Her cries deepening, the sensation of her brushing her own wetness against the front of my shin was becoming harder and more urgent with every thrust. Her second major blunder of the day, she was getting herself off while she sucked me. Fuck, that’s hot.
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br />   In all the times I’d fucked a woman’s mouth, this was the first that I’d had one attempt pleasing herself at the same time. The desperate move only made me fight coming more. While the tiny movement was hot as hell, it wasn’t something I could ever allow, yet I did allow it for a few more seconds, showing how deep I was in with this woman. In the past, this would have led to disallowing my partner the satisfaction of coming. Why the hell was I letting it be acceptable at all with Alexa? Even for a few seconds?

  I pushed her away from me. Her clear eyes covered in confusion, a small speck of saliva resting on the corner of her swollen lip. I suddenly wanted to lick her. Kiss her mouth. Touch her. Motherfucking hell, I wanted inside her more than my next breath.

  “Get on all fours, Alexa. I need inside you.” A light cast of pink covered her cheeks as she climbed onto the bed and situated herself, leaning downward onto her bound arms.

  “Don’t move,” I ordered, tugging at her hips to pull her up higher so I could get a better view of her moist pink opening that was shiny with her arousal. She had no idea the mistake she had made by attempting to make herself feel good when she had me in her mouth. It had all been about me and only my pleasure at that moment. But she would learn.

  “Remember what I said. Don’t move.”

  “Okay, Sir,” she whispered, her hair falling to the sides of her face as she dipped her head toward the large pillow underneath her. I guided myself upward, lifting the tickler in my hand. My cock twitched as I saw her thighs shining with a light coating of moist excitement. I held the stem and gently eased the feathers down the cheeks of her ass, before brushing over her glistening wetness, concentrating on the small erect nub that stood at full attention, along with her perfectly tight little asshole. The coating of small chill bumps that instantly covered her firm butt pleased me. She was enjoying this, her ass most definitely a sensitive spot. The toy was doing just as it was meant to do. As responsive as her ass was made me think some anal play might be in store soon. Very soon.

  She was moaning in that seductive way she did, making me burn every time her body tensed when I swept the tips of the feathers over her. Fuck, I wished her eyes were covered.

  Dropping the tickler beside me, I gripped her hips, the head of my cock against her sex. With a tilt of my hips, I drove inside her. Her head lifted and fell backward as I felt myself sweeping over her sensitive inner spot.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered. “It’s so good.” She moved her body back into mine as I watched myself slip in and out of her, the small whining sounds she made every time I grazed her tender G-spot, growing louder with every thrust. My jaw clenched. I pulled out of her and slapped her ass. “I told you … no moving.”

  She sighed, and I slammed right back in, her beautiful ass shiny pink from my hand. She was getting close. Her muscles were gripping me like a vice.

  “Are you about to come, Alexa?” She nodded at my question and I pulled out of her, my dick completely not ready for that, but I had to get her to slow down. I hadn’t given her the word yet.

  “Not yet, angel. Not until I say. Remember, your orgasms are always mine when we’re in play.”

  Her head dropped into the pillow, hoisting herself upward even more. “Please … Sir. Please let me come.” What is it about this girl that makes me surrender control?

  I took her hips and slid back inside. In and out. In and out. Christ. I couldn’t hold off much longer.

  “Now, Alexa. Come when you’re ready. Let me feel your warm heat.” My eyes slipped shut listening to the sensual sound of her soft whimpers. She climaxed with a gasping sob, her muscles clinging to my throbbing cock.

  “Angel.”

  I clung to her hips, powering inside her hard and deep, taking her like a fierce savage as I rocked mercilessly inside her in deep brutal charges. One last lunge, driving as far as I could, I erupted fiercely, releasing a long feral-sounding growl as I completely came apart, uttering her name as I moaned through my own satisfaction. I spilled inside her, her muscles contracting as she drained every last drop I had to offer. Still connected, I held onto her hips as I started softening. She dropped downward and I followed, perspiration dripping off my brow.

  Bono was barking. Fuck. My dog was barking like a son-of-a-bitch. He never did that. Either somebody was in the house or at the door.

  I jumped off Alexa and untied her hands. Slamming into my jeans, I grabbed my wrinkled t-shirt. “Don’t move, angel,” I told her, forcing the shirt over my head. I opened the door and Bono sat waiting, the hair on his tail standing straight up at attention.

  “Good boy, Bono.” I gave him a quick rub on the head as we walked toward the front door. Unless it’s Jesus Christ himself, this better be fucking good.

  The pounding on the door loud as hell, I opened it ready to tear somebody’s face off. Two men clad in wrinkled dark suits stood looking like comical versions of Starsky and Hutch, both their eyes covered in dark sunglasses, identification cards in hand.

  “Arlington PD, sir. Are you Tyler Yates?”

  Chapter Thirty

  Alex

  Still dark in Tyler’s bedroom, the sound of rain falling in torrents chilled me to the bone. The bed smelled of him. And us. By the time I cried, dried my eyes before crying again, and called Maci to fill her in on everything that was happening in hopes of rescheduling our mani/pedis, I had less than an hour to get dressed for our girl’s day out.

  I dreaded going.

  Unable to sleep, I’d waited for his return for long hours. Sprawled across the end of the bed, Bono’s ears raised as his eyes opened from doggie slumber. He’d done that every time I stirred, waking in fifteen-minute intervals only to stare at the ceiling, then the clock, then back at the ceiling some more. Creepy shadows covering the windows in the dark of the night, I kept hoping they were a sign of Tyler arriving back home.

  But he didn’t return.

  The shadows were simply that—shadows…

  * * * *

  Dallas had just about every kind of nail salon imaginable. Anywhere from the typical soak in a simple foot bath kind of place, to the luxurious heated high-backed massage chairs offering delicacies such as chocolate sugar scrubs or lavender sea salt pedicures, just to name a few.

  Aura Spa was our favorite. The full-service upscale facility specialized in all types of nail services, as well as massage and skin care. And the dreaded waxing I hated with every bone of my body.

  Always packed, luckily Maci thought enough to call ahead and get us actual appointments for our personal favorite silky milk and honey pedicures. Aside from being exhausted, my patience was virtually non-existent. The loud chattering between all the women seemed to only get more deafening by the minute. I wanted to scream. Why couldn’t everybody just shut up already? First off, I didn’t even want to be here. And more importantly, I shouldn’t. After all, Tyler had been taken in for questioning last night and hadn’t returned home. I hadn’t heard one word from him since, and it didn’t seem right for me to be sitting here being pampered like everything was right in the world. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ve done nothing wrong.”

  Insistent that I didn’t want to get my nails done or spread my legs for waxing today, Maci wouldn’t take anything but yes for an answer. My eyes swollen, my head pounding from sobbing, I looked like crap. I felt a thousand times worse. Both of us sipped on white wine as our feet reveled in milk-filled hot water with a touch of natural honey, while our nails were being done. Waxing was next. Crap!

  I tried my best to stifle another yawn as my eyes filled with moisture. Both hands submerged in warmed acetone to soak off the pink shellac coating my nails, there was nothing I could do to wipe away the moisture trickling down my cheeks.

  “Did you sleep at all, Alex?” Maci squinted as the nail technician clipped around her cuticles. They weren’t the most gentle nail techs, but they did a great job.

  “No. I was up all night. Why haven’t I heard from him by now Maci? Something’s wrong.” My stinging, tire
d eyes filled again.

  “Try and relax if you can,” Maci said, a weak smile crossing her lips. “These interrogations can take hours and hours, Alex. Plus, he probably had to wait on his attorney to get there before they could even get started. Let’s finish up here and go get Thai. My treat.”

  “M, I appreciate it. I really do, but I couldn’t eat. There’s no way. I really just want to go home and wait for Tyler.” To my surprise, Maci only nodded, instead of trying to change my mind. Disappointment in her expression, I knew she was trying to help, but all I wanted was this whole spa thing to be over so I could go home. To Tyler’s.

  “Alex, does he know you’re in love with him?” Her question shocked me. Was it that obvious?

  “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

  The young nail technician wrapped my oiled feet in hot towels. “Heat okay?” she asked.

  I forced a smile. “It feels great.”

  Never really giving too much thought to the whole married-with-children life, a small part of me wanted the two-story house, complete with white picket fence, two dogs, and the possibility of being heavy with a baby inside me at some point. But that was nothing but a fantasy. I wasn’t ready for anything like that. These thoughts were only emotions playing tricks in my head. I was just tired and worried. Besides, marriage was definitely not something Tyler wanted. He’d made that very clear.

  I’d agreed to submit though, which was something big. I knew he’d gone easy on me last night, but would it be different next time? Not altogether sure I wanted different, Jesus, I just wanted him to take me to Venture. I wanted to see what a true submissive did. I wanted to see what a true Dom did.

  “Maybe you should tell him how you feel, Alex.”

  I shrugged.

  Tyler’s words and behavior were somewhat of a contradiction I didn’t yet understand. I wouldn’t tell him my true feelings. Tyler Yates didn’t do love.