Gilded Lily (11 page)

Tony knelt and spread her legs. He took a grape from the plate and slid the tiny globe inside her pussy. She winced from the coolness nestled inside her body. The sensation was so erotic she moaned as Tony dipped his tongue into her hole to retrieve the little piece of fruit.

He lounged before her like a Roman god eating from his mighty golden platter. Lily thrust her pelvis forward, offering herself to him. He slipped his tongue in again, deep into her, as if he was savoring every last taste of the sweet juice inside her. She looked down and smiled.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

Eagerly, she nodded.

“Good.” He took the final grape from her channel and licked his lips. “I do too.”

Lily hung her head, watching the green grass bend as she used her big toe to crush the soft blades. Even though she heard Tony moving around, her curiosity wasn’t enough to break the anticipation of what was to come. The tension coiled in her belly, making it easy to keep her eyes downcast.

“Plant your feet, firm.”

She opened her legs and braced her stance. The tight knot in her stomach continued to coil.

Before she could take a breath, the first crack came down on the back of her thighs. Her breath was taken as she let the rope hang her arms. Quickly, another snap followed the first. Thin strips of supple leather caressed her in unison. Lily leaned her head back to open her throat. She closed her eyes to welcome the impending darkness. The wonderful blackness that came with the pain wrapped its warm arms around her dangling body.

Tony’s hot breath kissed the shell of her ear. “I love you, poppet.”

His gentle caress ran through the hair trailing over her upper back. He bundled the long strands and placed them over her right shoulder to fall against her breast, tickling the already aching nipple. She could feel him behind her. Standing. Silent. Admiring the red streaks he’d left.

Lily arched her back, pleading for more.

Tony gave her what she wanted. The thin leather bands smacked against her lower back. He hesitated, waiting for her to recover before applying a fresh set of streaks to her upper shoulder. Those were her favorite. They took longer to heal, but Lily could reach and feel those. Again, the whip cracked. This time the searing heat licked her flank.

Lily let out a soft sigh and rolled her hips. Her pussy ached to be touched. In the blackness, behind her eyes, she could see Tony and his mischievous smile. She felt her juices gather and trickle down the inside of her thigh. She knew she was pleasing him. He stopped for a moment to spread her legs wider.

His hand cupped her mound, fingers splaying over the soft curls, just enough to tease the heat below his touch. “Ah, poppet, you like this very much.”

She bowed her head, realizing her body was betraying her at every turn. She couldn’t hide from Tony. Never letting her internalize the shame, he let her grow at a comfortable pace. Acceptance was always the goal. She could see that now. He swung the rope and she turned toward him.

He lifted her chin with his finger. “Look at me.” As she raised her gaze, he slowly slid the leather handle of the whip deep into her pussy. He coaxed the wetness with the rough handle. Each ridge of the bound leather nudged her swollen clit as he entered her again and again.

“It’s not a cock, is it?” his husky voice asked.

She couldn’t answer.

He thrust the handle harder. “It’s no cock, is it, poppet?”

She winced. “No, n-no. It’s not a c-cock.”

He removed the handle, only to replace it with his warm finger. “And this? This is not a cock either?” He slid three fingers into her and swiped his thumb across her aching nub.

Her head fell onto his waiting shoulder. “N-no. No cock.”

He withdrew, and her body felt empty. A gaping hole with nothing to ever fill it.
Maybe Keith was right. I’m unworthy of love—of a cock.
Tony spun her around and gave three quick swipes of the whip to the backs of her thighs. Lily let out a tortured moan. Tony spun her back around.

“I know what you’re thinking, poppet. He was a bastard who made you feel worthless.” Lily winced when he pinched her tight nipple. “He took something very precious and made it dirty. Are you dirty, poppet? Are you unworthy?”

Lily felt the welling tears gather at the corners of her eyes. “I’m not worthy, Tony. I’m not worthy of a cock.”

Another twist of her nipple made her dig her toes into the soil. “Are you dirty? Are you worthy?”

Lily finally cried out, letting the tears streak her heated cheeks. “I’m worthy, Tony. I’m worthy, and I’m not dirty.”

Lily felt the warm wetness of Tony’s tongue as he lapped at her sore nipple. The sensation was blinding, making her knees weak. Letting the binding hang her, she enveloped the sensation and made the confession truth. She was worthy of another man’s cock, and it wasn’t dirty to desire it—to desire this.

Lily looked down. Tony had unfastened his jeans and was stroking his long shaft in his palm. She physically felt the loss of contact. The emotions scattering through her senses left her wanting and needing more. Fresh tears began to flow over her cheeks as he slid his hand up and over the head of the engorged cock.

Lily held her breath as she relished the sheer beauty of it. The way the clear nectar gathered at the tip, only to be smeared over the bulging head. She did miss being filled with the warmth of a man. He was making her grieve and plead.

“See, poppet, those toys are not cocks. This is a cock.”

She nodded, never removing her gaze from it, enthralled, mesmerized by the sensual sight. “Yes.” Her gaze rose and fell with his hand. He spun her around again.

The whip snapped, leaving another welt across the middle of her back. The blackness engulfed her as the warm breeze greeted her belly again. This time she felt every rustle of the wind, every turn of the air. It hugged her back and shoulders, caressing her buttocks and tickling her fresh marks. The sensation of her hot welts was heightened by the mere movement of the slight wind. She needed to come.

She felt the heat from Tony’s warm cock as he spread her backside and nestled the thick shaft in the sensitive crevice. She rocked her hips against him, making him moan. She winced, then melted with the sharp sensation of his teeth biting into the flesh on the side of her neck. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, offering herself to him.

His shirt stung her marks as he pushed closer. She pushed back as far as her arms would allow, making her shoulders burn. Her hands had grown numb ages ago. He wrapped his arm around her waist, trailing his finger down her belly and over the moist curls below. Desperation opened her thighs to him. As he nibbled on her ear, she shuddered. The handle of the whip entered her yet again.

“Take it all in, poppet,” Tony encouraged as he pressed against her backside. Her moans grew louder. She trusted him, knew he could sense her reaching her release. He untied her hands and let her fall onto the soft grass below. With the whip still hanging from her sex, she remained on her hands and knees.

Her labored breathing came in jagged waves. She kept her eyes closed, taking in all he was giving. With her back and shoulders burning, throbbing, he tapped the handle, driving the firm rod in even farther. She opened her eyes to see the large oak before her. She looked to her wrists, red and raw. Her arms began to shake and her legs tremble.

Another slap of the handle.

She held her breath as her orgasm began to teeter on the verge. One more slap and she wouldn’t be able to hold on. Tony kept a firm grip on the whip as he drove the thrusts into her.

He pounded his naked cock against the inflamed welts lacing her backside. She soon came in a burst of light. Her body grew rigid before it tipped over the edge and writhed with an explosion of pleasure. He rode her to the last twitch of her satisfied body.

Tony withdrew the whip from her dripping sex and replaced it with three fingers. His touch was gentle, loving as he slid his long fingers in and out to smear her cum over the swollen lips surrounding her channel.

Her body melted with the soft sensation of his lips pressed against the back of her ear. “There, poppet. Now you’ve been properly punished.”

ADAM LOOKED AROUND the large living room, inspecting the many boxes he’d accumulated over the past several days. He dropped on the leather couch and propped his feet on the cushioned coffee table. The photo album he’d found in the closet was one he recognized. The familiar book had been tucked on the shelf in his father’s study back home.

He wiped the dust from the dark blue cover. His heart ached as he turned the pages, looking at the pictures of him and Nick, unfolding their childhood history. Nick had always liked to swim. There were several pictures of the summers at the lake house. Adam stopped on a photo of himself. Tall and skinny, standing on the pier, teaching Nick how to dive. He gently fingered the edge of the faded photo.

Finally, after days of hounding, their father had agreed to let the boys camp by the lake. Adam had been so proud he’d been able to start the fire. He’d earned his fire safety badge the summer before. Nick, forgoing the scouting club, had chosen to go to science camp instead.

He laughed as he turned the page to find Nick’s prom picture from his senior year in high school. Adam’s was posted on the next page. Adam had worn a black suit while Nick had chosen a bright red dinner jacket and faded jeans.
What a pair.
How could two brothers be so different, yet so close?

Adam closed the album and rested his head on the back of the couch. His thoughts drifted from Nick to Lily. He grinned as he recalled how nervous she’d been when he tugged on the back of her dress. He liked the wild, uneasy look veiling her eyes. She’d been set off-balance, and he found the way she’d scampered over to Tony so damn cute. But who was this guy, and why was Lily so drawn to him? Nick hadn’t mentioned a Tony in any of his letters.

Nick had written that Lily was single. Adam figured Nick and Lily had some kind of friends-with-benefits thing going on, but he’d never planned on some other guy mixed in the equation. And what in the hell was up with the red marks on her back? Did Tony have something to do with it? If he’d hurt her, there would be hell to pay. Adam would make sure of that.

Lily…

He slipped farther down on the couch and rubbed his chest. He couldn’t recall ever having such an immediate, electric reaction to a woman before. Sure, there had been others, but none like Lily. He had just met her and had to know more. He realized Nick’s letters, full of stories of lazy afternoons and peaceful nights, had been hiding something.

Adam’s gut recoiled as he thought about his contract for Afghanistan. His flight would leave in September, and he’d land his ass right in the middle of the shit again. He’d never felt such dread to leave on assignment. Until now.

He turned his head. The soft leather cradled his cheek as he watched the sun’s rays dip behind the tree line. Thoughts of Nick lingered in the back of his mind. He was too tired to lift his head. Too tired to think about what could have been for him and his brother: the words left unspoken, the laughs left unheard. He was too exhausted to cry. Vaguely able to tell the difference between the sounds of the birds chirping outside the screen door or the clock ticking on the wall, all his senses were starting to meld together as sleep finally came to claim him.

Adam jerked upright. A sense of panic took him as he looked around the room. He rubbed his eyes, trying to focus. His neck felt tight and his stomach nauseated. The sound of gunshots rang in his ears. The stench of burning flesh festered in his nose. He shook his head.

A silver film shimmered in the darkness.
Flares? No. Moonlight? Yes, moonlight.
The glow filtered through the windows, making shadows dance on the walls. He was at Nick’s. A sigh of relief. He leaned back against the sofa.

A new panic gripped him. What time was it? He shot up and turned on the lamp. He looked at his watch.
Seven forty-five. Damn, just enough time.

The hot water running over his tired shoulders felt good as he relinquished his thoughts to the steam. He remembered Tony’s gentle coaxing of Lily to let him come over. Wait. He slapped his palm against the tile. Now he recalled one of Nick’s letters
had
spoken briefly of a Tony, but never as Lily’s companion. There was a mention of him being Lily’s friend. Adam lathered the coconut-scented shampoo through his hair and smiled.
He’s just a friend.

As the water rained over his head, he swiped the suds from his face. The memory of Ellen, his fiancée, on the day before he left for Iraq pierced his thoughts. She had looked so pretty—pure—standing in the terminal. But Adam knew at that moment he didn’t want pretty or pure. He wanted dirty and sexy. She’d promised to make all the arrangements with her mother. They’d have the wedding when he returned.

“We’ll have everything ready when you get back,” Ellen had said as she and her mother both waved good-bye.

Adam rinsed the shampoo from his hair. He flinched with the memory, recalling the sight of her when he’d returned and the hurt he’d caused. He hadn’t been ready for that step. He figured he probably hadn’t been ready for it when he boarded the plane but hadn’t been strong enough to say it.

Taking the soap from the dish, he examined his hands. The scars had healed well. The doctor in the makeshift emergency room had been Iraqi. Adam rubbed the soap between his palms, remembering the pain when they removed the glass, piece by piece, from the mangled flesh.
So fucking lucky.
He could still use his hands.

Shaking his head to release the thought, he rubbed his lathered hands over his chest and down his lean torso, feeling every ridge that laced his tight stomach, and even farther down until the tips of his fingers rubbed the rough curls at the base of his dick. He smirked. He wasn’t the same skinny kid anymore. Adam cupped his heavy scrotum and massaged the soap over his half-stiffened cock.

God, did Lily think about him as much as he did about her? He stroked the hard shaft, letting his fantasy continue until he spilled cum all over the shower floor. Adam laughed. When was the last time he’d come that fast and that fucking hard?
Never!
Goddamn, his need was insatiable. Ellen had always joked about him going blind. Finally, one night she screamed at him to get off her and go to the bathroom to finish.