Gilded Lily (32 page)

Lily stifled a cry as she stood up. Still holding the journal, she reached for the pen and sat on the floor. She had to write before he came back. Surely he’d be coming to fill her tub again. She pushed the matted hair off her shoulder and began to write.

While he was gone, every waking moment was spent in torment and every sleeping hour spent in blissful dreams. My elysian fields were filled with sensations of his touch and visions of his smiling face above me. I feared he would forget me, but when I saw him again, I knew he had given his heart to me as much as I had committed mine to him. My body takes comfort in being filled by his cock. It opens to him by instinct and allows his desires to take it to new heights. My pussy craves him like no other. I long to wrap around him, let him thrust in and out of her, claiming her for his own. She longs to always be his slave, be wet for him, beg for him. My fingers aren’t enough to satisfy her. They only anger her more, making her need ferocious. Please Adam, I need you to come to me, fuck me, fill me, wipe your precious cum all over me. Please…

Lily had been right. Just as she closed the cover on the journal, the door unlatched and opened. She hesitated a moment before walking over. This time Adam didn’t hide. He was standing on the porch with a silver platter piled high with biscuits, fruit, jam, and honey. A fresh pitcher of orange juice rested at his feet.

“For me?” Her smile was wide as she clapped her hands, jumping up and down. “Yummy! Yummy!”

Adam chuckled. Lily could only imagine the sight she made, hair wild and snarled, body covered in dirt. He looked down at her shins where the thin scrapes had dried, blood marking her skin.

He set the tray inside the shack before kneeling to inspect her legs. “The roses?”

She stared at the dark strands of hair covering his crown. More than anything, she wanted to run her fingers through the silky waves, pulling them to her nose and smelling the masculine scent of his shampoo.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she said.

“Oh, Lily Flower. Those look painful.” His voice was one of pity as he looked her over.

“I’m fine, really.” It wasn’t a lie. The stinging pain had stopped during the night. “I don’t mind. I’ll take care of it.”

“Let me clean you.”

“You want to do that?”

“More than anything else in this world.”

The rumble in her stomach echoed. “Can I have a biscuit first?”

His smile made her soul feel like it had taken flight. “Of course. Jam or honey?” he asked as he walked into the shack.

“Both!” she said and ran off the porch to hop into the wooden tub. The biting sensation of the cool water rushed through her feet like a bolt of lightning.

Adam carried over the thickly covered biscuit, handing it to her as she sat down in the water. “Here. I’m going to fill the bucket.”

She took a big bite from the still-warm biscuit as her eyes focused on watching him maneuver the bright red handle on the pump. The clear water quickly filled the metal bucket. The way his biceps bulged with each pump made her pussy clench. “Mmm,” she murmured as she took another bite of the sweet-laden biscuit. The morsel wasn’t the only thing making her mouth water this morning.

The thickly veined muscles on his forearms rippled as he pumped the handle again. The white T-shirt he wore did little to hide the valleys and ridges of muscles beneath. As he carried the water-filled pail back her way, she admired his strong hands. How wonderful it would feel to have them sliding over her yearning skin. He must know how desperate she’d become over these past few days.

“Was it good?” he asked as he poured half of the bucket of water over her head.

She shivered and cried out as the icy water flooded her hair and face. “Y-yes!”

He went to work lathering the bar of soap in his hands. Every nerve on her head tingled as he massaged the suds into her tangled hair. She closed her eyes, shutting the sunlight out, so all she could feel was him digging his fingertips into her scalp. Light, soft soapsuds floated down her face, over her neck, to rest in small piles on her shoulders.

He poured the remainder of the crisp water over her head, rinsing the soap away. “There. My Lily Flower was a dirty mess.”

Lily pulled her hands over her face, wiping the dripping water over the back of her long hair. “Thank you. That feels good.”

She could hear him lathering up his hands again. “Stand up. Don’t turn around.”

With a slight stumble, she stood, resting her hands at her naked sides. When he laid his hands on her shoulders, her body went lax. The memory of his ice-cream-covered cock, the way it tasted so silky and cold on her tongue, rushed back. She wanted to taste him again. This time to feel the heat of his taut skin sliding in and out of her hungry mouth.

Lily rolled her head forward, giving him full access to the back of her neck.
Oh, God, please touch me there, anywhere…anywhere!
As the thrum of her heartbeat sped up, so did the pulsing sensation deep inside her pussy. She’d give anything to have him thrusting into her greedy body.

Tender fingers, strong fingers, covered her neck, massaging the tension. Lily’s body moved on instinct as he trailed his caresses down to her waist. Without thought, she eased her hips back, arching her ass, welcoming his touch.

Adam pressed against her back. “Does this excite you?” The hot breath bathing her earlobe was driving her mad.

“Yes!” she shouted.

“Good.” His voice had fingers, massaging every inch of her skin as he spoke. Its deep rhythm lingered, skimming across her goose-pimpled flesh. “And this?” He slid his palm over the left globe of her ass, giving a firm squeeze. “Does this excite you?”

She struggled to mimic her last response. “Yes!”

“And this?” With a smart whack, he smacked the tender muscle. She moaned and jumped. “Does this excite you?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

He gently rubbed her lower back. “Good. You’re a good slave, my Lily Flower.”

ADAM TOOK A handful of her hair and eased her to bend at the waist. Her backside jutted out at his cock, tempting it, inviting it in. He lathered his hands again before slipping the palm of his right hand between her thighs. She was already swollen. He smiled at the thought of all the blood pumping, rushing to get to this little space, just for him. Her plump folds were slick against his touch. With a single finger he massaged the opening to her oasis. He looked down to watch her hips writhe with each stroke. A quick smack on her ass followed each movement.

“Don’t move, Lily Flower,” he commanded. “Stand still.”

The sound she made was either a sob or a moan. He wasn’t quite sure, but he was damn sure she liked what he was doing. He did too. The way her hips swayed and her ass rolled made him want to drop his drawers and fuck the hell out of her. This was as much a test of his endurance as it was hers.
Soon enough, my Lily Flower, you’ll be satisfied beyond your wildest dreams, and so will I.

He rinsed his hands and cupped a scoop of water to her pretty little sex. As he slid a single finger deep into her hole, he felt her body clench around it, tightening. Flicking the pad of his thumb over her swollen bud, he felt her shudder as her orgasm began to rise. He pulled free from her and took several deep breaths to calm his nerves. His cock pulsed, called to her, demanded to be sucked and touched.

Adam stepped in front of her bent body. “Stand up.”

She stood. As her dreamy eyes met his, she leaped at him, trying to reach out and wrap her lithe arms around him. He stumbled back out of reach. As her chin lowered, her raspy breath took on a life of its own. Again, her gaze slowly shifted up to him, calculating the next move to get his shoulders into her hands.

Adam studied the sight of this once gentle, timid, submissive woman. An animal had replaced her soul with a devious, dark obligation to satisfy her body’s cravings. She reached out again for him, and he leaned to the left. His laughter filled the air around them as she stomped her feet, splashing the water out of the small tub.

“Now, now. That is going to cost you!” He cautiously approached, inching forward to lay his right hand on her shoulder. “Let me finish.” She locked her hands behind her back.
Her only defense.
“Behave. You’re still getting punished for that outburst, but behave, and you’ll get a reward.”

Lily nodded as the tears fell down her heated cheeks. She couldn’t hold back the sobs any longer. Her body was longing, hurting for his touch, his kisses, his tender caresses. Adam sensed it. As he slid his lathered hands over her collarbone, she wiggled her hips, careful not to thrust forward. The weak smile he showed her let her know he was hurting too.

The weight of each round breast in his hands felt like heaven. He slid his hands over the generous flesh, kneading the globes until his fingertips reached the hardened tips. The slight pinch made her jump, then sigh. When she thrust her chest forward, he gave each nipple a firm slap.

“Adam,” she whispered and rubbed her thighs together.

Adam scooped the bucket into the barrel and rinsed her creamy skin. He helped her step out of the tub and led her back to the shack.

“Adam, please. I have to come,” she murmured as he turned her around and pressed her against the narrow bolster anchoring the left side of the small stoop.

“Stay.” He pointed his finger at her.

LILY WATCHED AS Adam disappeared around the side of the shack and came back with a piece of rope. “Give me your hands.” He grabbed her wrists as she reached behind her back.

The rope scratched at her tender skin. He’d tied it tighter than Tony ever had. As he came around to face her, she tested the tether. She wasn’t going anywhere. The fear in her belly told her to run like hell, to get out of this place and jump into the safety of her bed. But there was another voice deep down. The echoing call whispered to her, told her to close her eyes and test the tether again. To feel the tiny splinters of the frayed rope bite into her wrists. That voice, that soft command, made her close her eyes and scratch the tender inside of her wrists against the rough rope.

“Rest back on the pillar.” Lily’s eyes shot open with Adam’s firm command. “Spread those pretty thighs for me.” The way he was panting made her fear ease. He was suffering as much, if not more, than she was. The comforting feeling made her want to leap at him, to take him into her arms and welcome his cock into her body.

The pillar rested nicely between her shoulder blades. Before she could get her legs steadied on the grass, he knelt down and thrashed her wet labia with his hot tongue. His push was so intense, her left foot leaped from the ground, her thigh landing squarely on his awaiting shoulder. The wet sound of his face covered by the dew of her starving sex brought an erotic rush to all her senses. Her mouth watered at the idea of having him thrusting his thick cock between her lips.

Then the image came. Without warning it came upon her in an avalanche of lust and power. She closed her eyes as Adam skimmed her folds with his rough tongue to penetrate her hole. Deeper and deeper still he went inside her body as if hunting for her sacred treasure.

There were Adam and Tony behind her closed lids. Fucking each other, harder, faster than she’d ever seen two men fuck before. Adam was taking Tony all the way, penetrating him deep with his velvety rod. The fantasy met his tongue thrust for thrust as he was penetrating her now.

She gasped for air as he continued his assault. The rise, the ridge, the edge…there, there.
Empty!
“No, no, no,” she cried over and over as Adam stood up and backed away.

He wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before unzipping the front of his jeans. In one quick thrust he was exposed. Lily wobbled on her shaking legs as he lifted his T-shift over his head and threw it to the ground. Each labored breath brought him closer to her. His broad chest beaded with sweat, rising and falling, as his biceps curled with his taut wrist, working his hand up and down his rock-hard cock.

Closer still he moved, until he rested his empty hand above her head. Letting the bolster bear the brunt of his upper body weight, he pressed against her with his powerful body. She pulled at the rope, trying to get free. She had to touch him, just once, to feel his hard chest, the silky skin pulled so tight it might burst beneath her hand.

“Fuck, Lily!”

As she looked down at the sight of his strong hand working the long shaft, she knew he was ready to give her what she craved. The flushed head peeked up at her, yearned to fill her. “Fuck!” He came on her belly in slow, long bursts.

Lily moaned and tried to move her hips to make the white cream cascade over her sensitive mound. As the final shudder escaped his body, he heaved himself against her. “Goddamn,” he murmured through a tortured sigh. “Why do you fuck with me like that?”

Lily knitted her brow.
She
, toying with
him?
He was the one forbidding her to have an orgasm! Her lust turned to anger when she realized the invitation for satisfaction was going to be one-sided. As he nestled his face in the hollow of her neck, she reared her leg back and kicked him squarely in the left shin.

He laughed as he skidded back. “Ah, testy, are we?”

She kicked her legs in a fury, thrashing as she tried to get one more good strike at him.

“I guess I can’t blame you,” he said as he pulled his jeans up over the still-rigid shaft. “Look at you, little slave, all covered in my sticky cum.”

Lily’s tears had dried. The only thing left was primal need, and he was the target of her disdain. She shot him a look of hate as he continued to laugh and taunt her.

“I think you need cool off.”

She watched in enraged silence as he filled the bucket with water from the pump. As he stood waiting for the bucket to fill, he blew her a kiss. Again, she thrashed about. If she could have eaten through the rope, she would have.
Fucker!

“Here. This should help.” He tossed the bucket out from his waist and drenched her from head to toe with the freezing water. Holding the empty bucket, he examined her. “Better now?”