Redemption: Lily's Surrender

by Liz Andrews

  “I don’t feel forced,” she said hurriedly, hoping she hadn’t ruined things. “Just nervous.”

  “Nervous?”

  “I’ve never done this before.” As if it wasn’t obvious.

  “Done what?” he asked, his tone sincere.

  “Given myself to a man before, like this.”

  The slow, sweet smile she had become accustomed to gradually graced his face. “Not a man, Lily, a lover.”

  A blush stole across her cheeks. “We’re not lovers, yet.”

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Marc took her hand in his and pulled her closer to him. Leaning forward, he gently brushed her hair off of her shoulder and away from her ear. “You don’t think sex alone makes couples lovers, do you, Goldie?”

  “Ahh, no?” Lily didn’t know why Marc had to keep talking to her like this. It made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t a virgin, but she certainly had never had any long lasting relationships.

  Marc laughed and pulled her into a hug. Stepping back slightly he cupped her face in his hands. “I don’t think I have ever been so engaged by anyone. You are so refreshing. A perfect combination of innocence and lust.”

  “Lust? I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

  “Why not? Making love, having a sexual experience with someone, is not a neat little package. You need a little lust.”

  “All this talking about it, are we ever going to do anything?”

  Marc laughed again at her impatience. “Why don’t we go back to my place? You can follow me in your car so you won’t feel stranded there, okay?”

  He must have read her mind, although the thought of being stranded alone with Marc definitely had its perks. “You can just leave like this? It’s not even five.”

  “Goldie, I’m the boss.”

  “That must be nice.” Lily couldn’t help the sarcasm dripping off her words. She couldn’t even afford to replace her old twenty-four-inch television, and Marc, the boss, was just going to take the rest of the evening off.

  “It is.” And that was all he said before turning and walking away.

  Great, now she had offended the guy she was allowing to have control over her body. What a great way to begin the night.

  *

  Lily cautiously pulled into Marc’s circular driveway. If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn someone was following them. Shutting the engine off, she looked into her rearview mirror with trepidation. And like clockwork, a black SUV pulled past Marc’s gates. Hurrying out of her car, Lily rushed over to Marc, who was walking towards her.

  “Couldn’t wait for me to open the door?” Marc asked dryly.

  “This is serious, Marc. Someone is following you.”

  “What makes you think they’re not following you?”

  “Well, I suppose they could be.” Lily thoughtfully turned back towards the driveway entrance. “But either way, we should go inside and call the cops.” Lily tugged Marc’s arm, trying to drag him into the house.

  Marc resisted with a smile. “And tell them what?”

  Tell them what? Had he lost his mind? “Tell them someone is following us. Hello?”

  “Lily, it isn’t against the law to drive the same direction we’re driving.”

  “Marc —”

  Marc silenced her with his finger over her lips. “And besides, I pay those particular men to follow us. Although, I thought I was paying them to do it discreetly.”

  Lily jerked her head back. That didn’t make any sense. “Paying to get followed? I’m confused.”

  “Don’t be. All you need to know is, when you’re outside these doors you’re protected at all times.”

  “And when I’m inside them?”

  “I protect you, of course.”

  “What are you saying? You’re paying people to follow me? Us?”

  Marc tucked Lily’s hand into the crook of his arm and began walking towards the door. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. I pay people to follow me, to ensure my protection. And my protection now extends to you.”

  Marc quickly unlocked the door and ushered Lily inside. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this protection thing and these men following her, but inside the house some of those concerns seemed to melt away. She had never seen such a beautiful home. It looked like one of those houses in the magazines.

  “You have a very beautiful home.” Lily knew she probably looked like a country bumpkin, walking around in circles and staring, but it was huge.

  “Thank you.” Marc watched her as she wandered around his house, staring wide-eyed at all the beautiful art he had lining the walls.

  Strolling over to a beautiful cobalt-blue vase, Lily stared in wonder. It was the most precious thing she had ever seen in her life. She reached out hesitantly to touch it, but quickly yanked her hand back. Giving a nervous laugh, Lily took a big step back, making sure to put as much distance as possible between herself and the priceless glass. “That’s an accident waiting to happen.”

  “No, that is a vase — beautiful, but just an object. If broken, something else as lovely will take its place, but nothing would be harmed.” Marc went to her side and took her hand in his, forcing her to caress the vase. “Objects are made to be seen, touched, and used. There is nothing in my home more important than you.”

  Lily was stunned by his words. Never before had someone made her feel so treasured. “If you’re not careful, Marc, I might take your words for more than they are.”

  “I never say anything I don’t mean, Lily.” Turning her around, Marc brushed her cheek softly. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was surprised Marc could not hear it. She was more than ready. All night long, she had tossed and turned in her bed, feeling more awake and alive than she could ever remember. She wanted this. She craved this. She needed this.

  Lily saw nothing around her, just felt his hands at her back and his breath on her neck. Before she knew it, she was in Marc’s bedroom. The room was dominated by a large bed covered in luxurious fabrics and decorated in shades of black, gray, and silver.

  “I suppose we should start right.” Marc turned her in his arms, shackling her wrists at the small of her back with his hands.

  “Start right?” Lily was amazed at the breathiness in her voice. It almost made her sound seductive.

  “First, your punishment.”

  “Punishment?”

  “I told you I would always open your car door for you. You obviously don’t think I am trustworthy.”

  “I never said that.” Lily was indignant.

  “Actions speak louder than words. Do you trust me?”

  “Should I?” Lily was beginning to wonder. Wonder if she had made a mistake. Wonder what it would be like to trust someone. She stared up at Marc, but he didn’t respond. “I’m scared.”

  “Don’t be scared. I would never hurt you. I want you to know you can trust me to do what I say.”

  “Okay,” Lily whispered. She felt as if she had just taken a leap off of a huge cliff and she didn’t know yet if the parachute was going to open.

  Marc released her and walked to a dark-colored chair off to the left of his bed. Sitting down, he crossed his leg over his knee and beckoned for Lily to come closer to him. “Marc Says: undress. Do it slowly, unveiling yourself gradually, one piece at a time, like an exquisite work of art.”

  “I wouldn’t say I’m a piece of art,” she said shakily, moving her hands to the bottom of her pearl-hued blouse.

  “I would.”

  Lily looked at him, expecting to see humor in his eyes, instead finding only passion. Taking a steady breath, she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare breasts before his eyes. Her chest wasn’t large, so she only wore a bra when she felt there was an absolute need, and tonight, there was no such need.

  Marc’s eyes feasted on her breasts, as if their small size wasn’t an issue for him, giving her courage to bare the rest of herself to him. Slipping out of her mules, she unbu
ttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down slowly, all the while watching his eyes. Marc never moved. He sat as if made of stone, with his unwavering stare.

  Lily stood before him only in her thong panties. She shivered slightly as she hooked her fingers in the waistband to pull them down.

  “Stop.” Lily stilled at his words.

  Marc laughed raggedly. “You didn’t even tell me I didn’t say ‘Marc Says.’”

  “I forgot.”

  “Marc Says: turn around.” Lily turned until her back was to him. “Okay, now go ahead … Marc Says.”

  Lily slowly pulled the scrap of lace off of her hips and down her thighs, bending at her waist to pull them completely off.

  “Marc Says: don’t move.” Lily stilled, bent at the waist, waiting. She could feel the blush steal over her entire body knowing Marc was staring at her ass. Lily jumped as Marc glided a hand over the globes of her ass. She hadn’t even heard him get up.

  “You are very beautiful. Don’t ever forget that.” Pulling her upright, Marc snagged her hands and brought them up to his mouth, kissing them gently. “I want you to brace your hands on the edge of the bed.”

  Leaning forward, Lily braced her hands. She had a pretty good idea of what her punishment was going to be and she wondered how she would handle it. The strangest part was she wasn’t shouting “Hell no,” and running out of there with her panties around her ankles. She wanted what came next. The feel of his hands against the flesh of her bottom. The knowledge Marc was in control.

  Stepping behind her, Marc ran his hands up her arms, down her back, to the slope of her ass. “Listen carefully to me, Goldie. I want you to know I will never hurt you or do anything to you that you don’t want me to do.”

  “I know,” she said softly, squeezing the quilt between her damp palms.

  “Do you know what a safety word is?”

  Oh, God, she was going to melt to the ground. “Yes.”

  “Good. Ours is porridge. And any time you feel I’ve gone too far, or if something feels uncomfortable, painful, or just too damn scary, I want you to say porridge. Scream it at the top of your lungs, even. Marc Says.”

  Marc caressed her butt cheek, running his hand from one side to other, sending shivers up and down her spine. “Do you understand me, Goldie?”

  “Yes.”

  “What is the safety word?”

  “Porridge.” Moisture began to gather between her swollen lips.

  “Do you want to use it now?”

  “No.” God, please don’t let him stop now.

  “Then shall we begin?” Before Lily could respond, Marc brought his hand up and delivered a sharp smack to her upturned bottom. Lily gasped in surprise, her head coming up. Marc didn’t pause, however, and sent another sharp blow to her backside. Lily was slightly better prepared for the second smack and put her head down, allowing herself to feel the sensations that were beginning to spread throughout her body.

  She could feel the heat on her ass as Marc continued to deliver measured strokes, pausing at times before another smack landed, caressing her cheeks before spanking them. But it was the other sensations, as well. Her nipples, already swollen after she had stripped, were now painfully hard and sensitive. Her sex was soaked with the evidence of her pleasure.

  “Spread your legs,” Marc ordered, and Lily obeyed, not even caring he hadn’t said Marc says. She wanted whatever he had to give to her. And she wanted it now.

  Marc slipped his hands between her thighs and caressed her wet slit, making sure to coat his hand with her juices. Bringing his hand back, Marc delivered another sound smack to her bottom, this time with an added sting because of the wetness. Pushing his hand back between her thighs, Marc nudged her lips apart and stroked her engorged clit, teasing her aroused bud with feathery touches.

  Lily pushed herself against his hand, but Marc stilled her motions with another smack of his hands. “No, Goldie. You come when I give you permission, not a second sooner.”

  Lily wanted to scream porridge at the top of her lungs. Not because he was spanking her, but because he wasn’t spanking her enough. “Please, Marc.”

  Marc chuckled between swats. “I do so love the sound of please on your lips.”

  “Please, Marc, please let me come,” she begged. If please was what he wanted, please was what he would get — anything to end the torture. “Please. Please. Please.”

  Marc’s hand sped up, sending smack after smack onto her tender flesh, before he finally slid his hand down between her sopping thighs and pushed two fingers into her tight pussy. The feel of something, anything, finally entering her body, made Lily cry out in relief. And when he began to pump his fingers into her, she damn near cried his name.

  “Please, please, please,” she chanted, over and over again as he fucked her with his fingers, loving every stroke of his hand inside of her

  Reaching around her shaking body, Marc pinched her swollen clit, milking her aroused bud until her knees buckled. Lily held on for dear life to the quilt, trying to hold herself upright as she cried his name.

  “Come, Lily. Marc Says.”

  Redemption: Lily’s Surrender

  Chapter Six

  Marc gently gathered Lily into his arms as her body shook from the force of her climax. As she shuddered in his arms, he had to restrain himself from ripping off his clothes and thrusting into her inviting body. The room was filled with her aroma, and Marc wanted her like he’d never wanted anyone before.

  She was so damn sexy. And the way she thrust her ass into the air, inviting the swats on her backside, had him fighting himself not to enter her flushed body. Lily’s response from the spanking was something to behold. Marc knew he would have to cultivate this relationship, slowly exposing her to the various aspects of his character.

  Stroking her hair away from her face he realized she’d been crying. “Are you okay, baby?” He knew submissives often had an emotional release after their first experience.

  “I … I never thought … I would ever want someone to spank me.”

  Marc smiled over her head. “It wasn’t just the spanking, Lily, it’s giving up control. It’s trusting someone enough to know they have your best interests at heart.”

  “It’s very confusing.”

  “I know, baby, we’ll go slow. Don’t worry.” While they were talking Lily began to lightly trace his collarbone through the neckline of his shirt.

  Lily’s finger paused in mid-motion. Lifting up, she eyed him warily. “How slow?”

  “As slow as I want,” Marc reminded her gently. “You have to trust me to know how fast to go. You’re a beginner.”

  “I may be a beginner, but I’m not a novice at sex. I want you, Marc. I don’t want to be the only one enjoying our encounters.”

  Tilting her head back, Marc smiled down into her trusting eyes. “Do you think you were the only one who enjoyed yourself, Goldie?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, no, sweet one. I thoroughly enjoyed your release. Just as much as I’m going to enjoy this.” With that, Marc grasped her chin and lowered his head to capture her mouth. God, she was just as sweet as he’d hoped, tentatively opening her mouth to accept his kiss. But as innocent as her kiss seemed, Lily was serious about wanting to be involved. She started unbuttoning his shirt, slipping her soft little hands inside to pet him.

  Breaking their kiss, Marc pulled back. “Ah, ah, ah, what did I say? I’m the one controlling this relationship. Got it?”

  “Am I going to get punished again?”

  Marc burst out laughing. “It almost sounds as if you’re begging me to punish you. Is that what you want?”

  “Is that what you want?” Lily answered back flippantly.

  “If it was what I wanted, you would already feel the flat of my hand against your tempting flesh.”

  “Do I tempt you, Marc?”

  “More than you should,” he admitted, silencing her sassy mouth with his own. Lily was a temptation he couldn’t afford, but one he couldn�
�t live without.

  Moving away from her alluring mouth, Marc unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto the chair. Sitting on the bed, he leaned against the headboard and motioned for Lily to come to him. She looked beautiful, her golden skin glowing in the dim lighting of the room and her blonde hair shining like a halo around her head. And best of all, here she was on her knees, crawling up the bed to come to him, a perfect little submissive.

  “Do you have any limits?” he asked, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  “What do you mean?”

  Marc slid his thumb against her plump lips. “I mean is there anything you don’t do?”

  Lily took his thumb into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, before she nipped him gently with her teeth. “A few minutes ago I would have said spanking, but now, I’m thinking I’m pretty okay with anything you want to do.”

  “Anything can be a very tempting offer.”

  “I’m yours, Marc. Teach me how to please you.”

  Marc shook his head. Lily had no idea what she was saying. “What if I wanted to tie you up and whip you or bring in others to share in our lovemaking?”

  Lily looked horrified at the suggestions. “I don’t think I could stand to be whipped, Marc. And as far as others, although it’s often a fantasy, I don’t think I really would like that, either.”

  “That’s okay, baby. I’m not into causing pain. Spanking, yes; whipping, no. And as far as others — well, it can be an interesting experience, but I don’t think I want to share you, ever.”

  The relief in Lily’s eyes was tangible. “I guess I need to let you know my limits as soon as I realize what they are.”

  “That’s what the safe word is for. I may push you and ask you to do things you never considered before. But just remember you can always use the safe word and everything will just stop.”

  “Just stop? No matter what we’re doing?”

  “No matter what, Lily. I promise.”

  “I trust you, Marc.”

  Her simple words were almost his undoing. To know Lily was putting her safety, her body, her faith, in his hands was the biggest high in the world. “I want you to put your mouth on me.”

  “Where?” she asked, like the proper little student she was.