This Love's Not for Sale (18 page)

Lilliana’s eyes darted back to his.
“Did you use all this stuff on your girlfriends?”

“Some of them. Every woman was different. Some liked it, most didn’t. The majority ran, but some stayed and played. Which are you going to be?”

Lilliana planted her feet on the floor and stopped the swing from swaying. “I haven’t decided yet,” she glared at Tucker defiantly.

“You say that as if the final decision is only yours to make, Lilly.”

Lilliana’s eyes were thoughtful and she paused before sitting up straighter.

“What is the purpose of a room like this, Tucker? What do you really want from me? No more innuendos and man-speak. I want to know, right now.”

Tucker took a moment
before responding, forming his words carefully. If it was the honest truth Lilliana wanted, then he was going to give it to her. She may not like it, but it was better for him to find out sooner rather than later if she was going to fulfill his needs.

“I want to control you and make you submit to who you truly a
re. I’m asking you to give into my will within these confines. In this room, in my bedroom, give in to me in all ways. When you do, pleasures untold await the both of us. Are you brave enough to do that?”

Lilliana’s hands tightened around the nylon straps and her eyes rested on her feet.
“I want to be brave enough, but submission is a scary concept.”

“
Submission isn’t a concept; it’s a living, breathing thing. Domination is, too, and it’s both frightening and electrifying when someone gives you control over them. It’s also a great responsibility and not one I take lightly.”

Lilliana simply raised her eyebrows in acknowledgement and chewed on the corner of her lip. Tucker moved to the stereo and loaded a song from his iPod
, and adjusted the volume while giving Lilliana time to think about what he had just told her. He glanced over his shoulder to see Lilliana watching his movements cautiously. He liked to keep her guessing.

“You know… I have yet to be with a woman who has allowed me to do all the things I wan
t with them in this room,” he walked around her slowly.

Despite what kind of confident aura Lilliana
tried to put off and her closed expression, he smelled her fear and arousal, and sensed her vulnerability. Tucker skimmed the tip of his index finger over her upper arms and shoulders as he continued to circle around her. His erection was building, but he tried to contain his urge to dominate her and appear cool and collected.

Lilliana leaned back in the swing and held onto the straps above her head. “Is that a challenge?”

Tucker stilled and took in the image before him. Fucking A, Lilliana was stunning. “I’m simply stating a fact. Do with that knowledge what you will.”

Lilliana spread her legs and slipped her heels into the stirrups with such poise, Tucker could’ve sworn she had done this sort of thing before.
So much for maintaining his cool.

“Just when I think I have you figured out, you reveal another kinky layer to me. What else are you holding back, Tucker McGrath?”

Tucker moved to the head of the swing. Staring at her upside down, he smiled at her deviously.  “I told you I’m a deeply complex individual with many layers.”

“If by complex you mean…”

Tucker gripped the straps firmly and adjusted them swiftly, dropping Lilliana’s head down below her body and cutting her smart-ass statement short as she gasped out. “Stop talking, Lilly. This room is for accepting my will, not for exerting your own. Am I clear?” Tucker asked strictly, leaning down and ghosting her mouth with his lips.

Lilliana’s eyes widened and gleamed lustily at Tucker as she panted out her response, “Crystal.”

Tucker hoped this was the beginning of a good thing; a
really
good thing
.
He had already found himself wanting more and more of Lilliana, and if she submitted to him the way he wanted, he feared he would never be able to get enough of her. Ever.

***

“Good. Now open wide for me,” Tucker ordered as he peeled his t-shirt off and slipped his sweat pants down his hips, letting them pool at his feet.

Revealed to Lilliana was his hard-on and the perfect V of his pelvic muscle. This room was like nothing she had ever seen before. She had read about sex rooms like this, but it was the thing
myths were made of. She couldn’t believe that men like Tucker really existed; men who liked to dominate women and exert their power of them.  There was a mystique about it, a certain appeal that Lilliana couldn’t put her finger on. Tucker truly was multifaceted.

Everything about Tucker captivated her; from his choi
ce of music to the foods he ate; to his fashion choices. But that was all superficial. It was the things that went much deeper that truly enthralled her; his kindness and sense of humor, his love for his family, and now this room.  Lilliana was awestruck that Tucker had built a room to sexually please women, not to hurt them.

Lilliana let the music of Bastille,
Pompeii
wash over her and opened her mouth, ready to gratify Tucker in whatever way he wanted. She wasn’t sure if she could submit totally, but she wanted to and she wanted Tucker to make her submit, to control her and to do with what he wanted.

Tucker guided his hard shaft into her mouth and pushed deep.
Just as predicted, Lilliana gagged. Damn she hated when she did that. She closed her eyes tightly, concentrated and opened her throat. Tucker’s breathing became louder every time he pushed into her mouth. When she felt his hand around her neck as he pushed to the back of her throat, her lower belly throbbed with such intensity, she was sure she was going to cum simply from his possessive touch. 

Tucker pulled out of her mouth and Lilliana felt the momentum of the swing spin her around
. Tucker reached into the top drawer of a tallboy dresser that was just within reach, and retrieved a condom. In the blink of an eye he was inside of her. Lilliana opened her eyes to see Tucker in between her legs, thrusting rapidly into her. Tucker’s eyes focused on her mouth, only occasionally flicking to her pussy. His eyes rolled back in his head and he slicked his lips.

“Yes, my pet. That’s it, right there,” he mumbled softly as he ground into her and swiveled his hips.

Lilliana was mesmerized by Tucker’s skilled movements. He was so devastatingly beautiful it was physically painful and her chest ached. The way he fucked with such passion and concentration, it was like watching a master sculptor at work. His hand moved to her clit and she let out a small moan as he pressed his thumb down firmly.

“Louder, Lilly. This room was built for your screams.”

Tucker adjusted and tilted the swing at an even sharper angle, causing his cock to hit her G-spot forcefully. Lilliana lost her focus and held on for dear life, feeling as if she was going to slip out of the swing.

“You won’t fall
. Stop holding back and give in,” Tucker commanded.

Lilliana trusted Tucker and let
herself go.  Tucker’s hands were all over her body, roaming, pinching, squeezing, and owning her completely. The blood rushed to her head and when Tucker hit that delicious spot over and over, she soared to new heights.  A cool chill crept up her belly and she felt the sudden jerk of the swing as Tucker yanked the head of the swing up. His hand was around her neck, controlling, yet tender, and there it was - the flowing wetness that she was still getting used to. She screamed out his name and clawed at his arm as his fingers gently released her neck. Tucker continued to thrust into her, his powerful thighs and abdomen contracting with every forceful push. As Lilliana floated in and out of subspace, Tucker grunted loudly, pulled out and snapped his condom off and allowed his hot cum to cover her belly and chest.

Tucker lifted Lilliana out of the swing
and they staggered backwards to the bed where they both collapsed and fell into a deep slumber.

***

The following morning Tucker woke early and before Lilliana. He hadn’t planned on her staying the night but when he had seen her overnight bag, he had resigned to the fact and now, watching her sleep, he was glad she had stayed. He hadn’t had a woman stay the whole night since his ex-fiancé had moved out. There were plenty of spare rooms for his overnight guests, but things had gotten so heated the previous night, he didn’t have the heart or strength to send Lilliana to sleep anywhere else. Even though he hadn’t initially wanted her to stay the entire night, he enjoyed having someone else in the house and it was a nice change from his usual solitary morning routine.

He decided to let her sleep in and rummaged through her overnight bag, picking out the outfit she had brought along and laid it out for her.

Tucker decided to cook breakfast, his thoughts on the episode in the swing, and the look on Lilliana’s face when confronted with his true sexual preferences. As he was finishing up, Lilliana came into the room, freshly showered and looking spectacular.

“Good morning,” she smiled sheepishly.

“Yes, it is. How are you feeling?” he winked over his shoulder.

“I hurt everywhere. And I mean
everywhere.
”

“
I’m glad to hear that. You’ve been out of practice.”

“
Unfortunately, that’s the stark truth.”

Tucker liked the fact she hadn’t been with a man in a good while. His dick began to harden at the thought of how snug a fit she was for his cock
.  He plated the omelets he made and turned to set them on the island when he saw Lilliana standing with her bag and purse in hand.

“Leaving so soon?
I was hoping for some more time-out.”

“That’s sounds nice, but I should go,” she nodded gloomily.

Tucker sighed. “Breakfast first.”

Lilliana set down her bag and seated herself.

“You’re a fantastic cook, Mr. McGrath,” Lilliana stated, shoveling a forkful of egg into her mouth.

“Thank you.”

Lilliana began to choke and gulped down a swig of water. “Holy shit. Did you just say thank you? Wow. Was that painful for you? Did you break anything doing that?”

Tucker’s eyes widened. He thought she had genuinely been choking, but instead Lilliana was giving him unadulterated sass.

“It’s not too early for a spanking,” he stated firmly.

Lilliana quickly quieted down and continued to eat. Tucker pretended to choke as well, mocking Lilliana. “Holy fuck. Did you just suppress your sarcasm? Wow. Was that painful for you?” he laughed.

Lilliana glared at Tucker and crinkled her nose at him. “It was very painful.”

“Not as painful as my hand across your glittered ass would be. By the way, there’s pixie dust and sparkles all over my damned bedroom and master bathroom now, not to mention in my bed. It looks like there’s been a fairy orgy in there. It was all up my ass and in my dick fur, and I had a hell of a time getting it off in the shower.”

“Good to hear. Every time the light hits a spot of it, you’ll be reminded of the best ass y
ou ever sunk your amazing teeth into,” Lilliana grinned.

Tucker truly enjoyed
their back and forth banter.  As Lilliana was nearing the end of her breakfast, he was trying to come up with ways to get her to stick around a little longer.  She grabbed her belongings and moved toward the door, and he followed behind. Not wanting their weekend together to end so soon, Tucker took his time driving through town, giving her a small tour of the business district. He wanted her for as long as he could have her and before he knew it, they had been driving for hours.

“How a
bout a helicopter ride and a late lunch?” he suggested.

He figured it would at least
keep them busy for another few hours.

Lilliana eyed him dubiously. “Why do I get the impression you’ve done that sort of thing before with other women? You
schmooze them with a sweet ass aerial ride and then ride them hard later?”

Tucker sat silent but grinned from ear to ear. Lilliana’s ability to read him astounded him.

Tucker winked and licked his lips teasingly. “It does sound tempting, doesn’t it?”

Lilliana shook her head disapprovingly.
“You’re such a player.”

“Don’t hate the
player, hate the game, sugar lips.”

“Ugh. I’m suddenly feeling nauseous. How about we just go back to my place and I make us some lunch
, and give you a tour of my meager digs?”

***

Tucker smiled mercurially. “Gee, why didn’t I think of that?”

Lilliana had the feeling that Tucker had been stalling all afternoon in taking her home. She didn’t mind. After their little fuckfest the night before, Lilliana wasn’t eager say goodbye to him quite yet. She was still thinking about the time-out room. It was such a strangely soothing place to be with its dark blue walls and the smell of leather and oil. Of course, she hadn’t been disciplined there yet so perhaps the room would take on whole other aura once that happened. What the hell was thinking? She couldn’t believe she was seriously considering allowing Tucker to do those kinds of things to her. Lilliana was reminded of the fear in Bethany’s eyes when Tucker had spoken to her. Or was it respect and awe? Or maybe a combination of all of the above? Already Lilliana was more careful about the things she said around Tucker for fear of his hand across her bottom, and she barely knew him.