Untaming Lily Wilde (30 page)

Again, words failed me, but this time I tried... “Er… I…” I stammered, and in his amusement, Christoph seemed to err on the side of leniency.

“Yes, Sir, perhaps?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“See, it’s really not that hard,” he said, smoothing my knickers back over my bottom. Then, sending a casual glance over my shoulder, he directed his words at Grayson, “Be my guest.”

I turned to face Grayson, who stood a couple of feet away, arms folded, trying not to laugh. He winked at me, and I suddenly remembered I wasn’t meant to be making eye contact - but sod it, this was Grayson. He uncrossed his arms and offered me his hand. I took it. A millisecond later, he was jerking me into an embrace, planting his lips against my ear, and whispering, “Relax. It’s just a game.” Then, his fingers were moving fast, loosening the criss-crossed ribbon of my gown, until it slipped from my shoulders and slumped in a heap at my heals.

It’s a bizarre feeling; standing half naked in front of two masked men. Terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. Christoph sat down on the edge of Seb’s bed. “Take off your knickers,” he instructed, still calling the shots. He didn’t just want to watch, he wanted to direct. I removed them, quickly, conscious of Christoph’s view (my backside), and waited for my next order.

“Well?” said Christoph, “Don’t keep the poor man waiting. Service his needs.” Oh brother. Was I meant to say something or just throw myself at him? God knows.

Grayson stepped back to look me over, finally deciding to ditch the mask, then he swooped in and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around him for the second time that evening, as he carried me across the room and onto on Seb’s bed, next to the almighty Christoph.

“But, Seb’s bed...” I said, impulsively, then broke off, caught between the feeling of ‘wrongness’ and a strong desire to keep my bottom in tact. Too late…

C: Lily, you insult our guest.

L: [Shit!!!] Sorry, Sir… Sirs.

G: [Unzipping his Zorro pants!] Can’t say he didn’t warn you.

C: On all fours. NOW, Lily.

Hmph. I got into position and braced myself. Sure enough, five hard smacks pounded down on my butt. I called out instinctively, releasing some of the pain, but the arousal in my voice was unmissable. Each smack thrummed a jagged path to my clit, as Grayson maneuvered himself in front of me, leaning in with a lazy smile then pressing his lips to mine. I heard his words all over again, ‘…it'll send tingly goodness down to your happy place’… too right it did, but this was nothing like yesterday. My ‘happy place’ throbbed hot and needy with each slap of Christoph’s palm and, as Grayson’s tongue found my mouth, the wetness was echoed down below.

More smacks. How many? - ten now? - fifteen? I was losing count, slipping into a euphoric reverie of pain and exquisite pleasure, with Grayson holding my tongue playfully between his teeth, then sucking it into his mouth, caressing it with his.

I felt Christoph’s weight adjust on the bed behind me, then lightly, he kissed my stinging buttocks. Then - ye gods - his lips moved more centrally, brushing against my perineum, then upwards toward my anus, and - yikes - he was there. His tongue circled slowly around, hot, wet and alien, as I froze, horrified, unable even to respond to Grayson’s kiss. Grayson, backed up a little, glanced behind me, and amused recognition filled his eyes.

“Allow yourself to enjoy it,” he whispered. “If it stops feeling good, use your warning.”

“One,” I said.

After much consideration, ‘anal’ had gone onto my soft limits list rather than ‘hard’. Why? Because, with Grayson, I’d liked it - and there was no denying that in front of him now. Though full-blown anal penetration still scared the bejesus out of me, and I reserved the right to ‘One, two, three, cherry!’.

He raised his eyebrow to ask, ‘Really?’ knowing my discomfort was more emotional than physical.

Behind me, Christoph’s weight moved again. “Lily, you’ve kept our guest waiting long enough. Isn’t it time you sat on his cock?” he mused.

I looked back at him, careful not to make eye contact. “Yes, Sir.”

In less than a second, Grayson was stretched out beside me, grinning like a loon. Christoph tossed him a condom, and Grayson ripped the packet melodramatically with his teeth, before handing me the johnny to unfurl down his plus-sized member.

I straddled him, clamping his thighs in place, my stilettos pointing up and back, toward Christoph. Condom in place, Christoph lent in with a bottle of lube, and poured it generously over Grayson’s cock, balls, thighs, stomach, then swirled his hands in the smooth, wet goop; the first time I’ve watched a man touch another so sensuously, curving his fingers around to cup Grayson’s balls, then sliding up to grip his dick. Satisfied Grayson was ready, he backed up, and with with a wet-handed slap to my buttock, he told me to ‘climb on’. Hesitantly, I traced the tip of Grayson’s cock against my vulva, reminding myself he’d fitted inside me once, no reason why he wouldn’t now. Then slowly, slowly, I eased down onto him. Whether it was the excessive lube, or just the knowledge that a knob that size could actually fit inside me, he went in smoothly, a luscious new wave of heat radiating up as he grabbed my hips and began his slow rocking motion. I dared to take the reins, lifting up until he was half out of me, then sliding down fully onto him with an involuntary groan of pleasure.

“Again.” Christoph’s voice was cool, controlled. “And keep going until I tell you to stop. Don’t come, or next time I hit you, I won’t be using my hand.”

“Yes, Sir.” Easily said.

With me steering each thrust, Grayson’s hands were free to wander. His fingers flicked gently against my nipples, trickled down my belly, down to the top of my silly white stockings. “These I love,” he said.

I tried to ignore him, to concentrate on something banal, times tables, song lyrics, shopping list… fingers stroking my clit, grabbing my butt… I focused on the photos behind the bed; rocky landscapes… white frames… something amiss... And then, Grayson’s cock was the centre of my universe; hard, huge, filling me… oh heck - I was close - had to slow down.

“Hold still,” Christoph said, his voice gentler than before, and I froze.

His tongue, once again, found its way to my backside, as with one long lick he explored my wet, stretched slit, then my perineum… then my anus!! And then the sensation changed. His tongue disappeared and lube drizzled down my butt. His fingers drew glossy, tantalizing spirals against that tight entrance, and I knew what was coming next. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I clenched Grayson’s cock, fighting the urge to rock back against Christoph’s fingers.

“Relax,” Christoph said, easing a finger inside me, while I tried to remember to breath. “Lily, I'm going to go slow, but I want to fuck your ass now, and I expect you to at least give it a try. Do you think you can handle that? I'll talk you through it, and if it hurts we'll stop; but it won’t.” His tone was calm, self-assured, matter-of-fact; a senior surgeon instructing his underlings, or a pilot telling his passengers to sit tight and ride out the turbulence.

Bad analogies from a girl who hates blood and flying, but scalpels and airplanes aside, the way he spoke made anal sex feel possible; not the terrifying notion it had been previously. I already had one cock in me; if anyone had suggested double-penetration an hour ago, I’d have run for the hills. Seriously. You wouldn’t have seen me for dust. But Christoph’s voice was hypnotic. This wasn’t Tom, hastily attempting to stick his dick in my butt, sans foreplay, sans lubricant; this was Christoph Yale, Dominant-Supreme. He knew what he was doing. He’d talk me through it. I was scared - naturally - but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t curious too.

Grayson pushed himself up onto his elbows, raising his face to mine, then whispered, “It's up to you. Want to try? You can always one, two, three...”

“One!” I said.

Christoph slowly withdrew his finger. “Is that a refusal?”

I caught my breath. His voice wasn’t harsh, yet I wouldn’t have dared turn round to make eye contact. “Not a refusal exactly. It's just - I can't think straight with your finger up my butt.”

Grayson’s eyes flashed a warning as he lowered himself back down, and thankfully I caught his drift. At least I
thought
I did.

“Oops, I mean 'with your finger up my butt, Sir'!”

As Grayson stifled a laugh, his cock tensed inside me. Spasms of heat throbbed through me. Gone was nice little Lily. I was all animal. I wanted to fuck and be fucked. And I wanted it now! I made myself cool it; had to keep some semblance of my previous control, if only for self-preservation.

“Well?” Asked Christoph.

“You promise you'll stop if I change my mind? ...Sir.” By this point any idiot could see I was going to do it. My hormones were so frenzied you could almost hear them screaming ‘do me now’!

Christoph brushed against my back as he lent over me. He smoothed back my hair, twisting it into a ponytail in one fist, and wrapping his other arm across my chest. Then slowly - not yanking, but firm all the same - he pulled me upright, tugging my hair back and downwards, impelling my eyes to meet his; simultaneously forceful and tender. "You just have to say the word. But you won't want to stop.” Breathless, speechless, I nodded. He released my hair and I went back down on all fours; Grayson’s cock still hard inside me.

More lube; the rustle of a condom wrapper; Christoph’s fingers, gentle, assessing; the tip of his cock slipping against me… “You’ll need to lift off our guest for a minute,” he told me. Obediently, Grayson and I disengaged, his huge cock sliding easily out, then resting beneath me. “Now yawn,” Christoph told me. “I’ll go in slow, but yawn. It’ll help you relax.”

I yawned. Wet, hard, controlled, he pressed into me, opening me up. I groaned mid-yawn, feeling full beyond measure with him just an inch or so inside.

“Good girl. And again,” he instructed.

“Wait,” I panted. I didn’t call him ‘Sir’ and he let it go. The sensation was overwhelming. Intense pleasure but verging on pain. I wasn’t sure I could do it. But I wanted to try. He wouldn’t push unless I relaxed enough to let him in. And he waited. Just like I asked him, he waited. Until my breathing calmed and my muscles softened. And I yawned again.

This time, his cock slipped inside smoothly, and my body seemed to go into automatic, clinging to his wet length, drawing him in until he was completely inside. My breath, erratic and shallow, hitched audibly with each slight movement within me.

“Good,” he said. “Now it’s your turn. Rock back and forth. Take your time.”

Slowly, little by little, I rocked back and forth, gradually picking up the pace. Grayson reached a hand behind my neck, lowering my face to his, “You OK?” He whispered against my lips. I nodded a fraction, and his cock swelled beneath me, rock-hard and ready. He reached a hand between all out legs and held his cock in position, brushing the tip against my clit first, then against my vagina. Christoph pushed down, guiding me, until Grayson’s cock was slip-sliding up into me too. Christoph’s hands gripped my hips but he followed my lead, never pushing beyond the limits of my endurance. And soon it wasn’t a case of ‘enduring’ anything. Slick and steady, the pace grew, and my confidence with it.

Briefly, the power play blurred. Christoph let me set the rhythm, while I adjusted to the mind-bogglingly intensity of them both in me, rubbing along side by side. His hands slid down to my thighs; electricity shuddered along my nerve endings. Wetter by the second, my power was ebbing away; surrendering to the mad bliss of sensation; surrendering to Christoph.

He swept his palms up my back, pressing my upper body down against Grayson. My cheek rested on Grayson's chest, flushing against the heat of his satin smooth muscles. The thud of his heart beat resonated through me, picking up speed with each thrust.

And then Christoph was well and truly back in control. “Kiss him. Lick him. I want to feel him come inside you.”

My insides tightened. Grayson was pushing up inside me more urgently now, rocketing towards his finish line, grabbing my butt, then Christoph's, then mine again, guiding the pace, faster and faster still, until I was riding on the brink of pleasure and pain.

I pressed my hands into the duvet, pushing my head up enough to kiss Grayson's neck, then exploring his jaw with my tongue, tasting the warm salt of his skin. His cock moved even faster, dripping and luscious but right up inside me, testing the limits of my endurance, and I moved my lips tentatively to his left ear lobe, wary of kissing him further, not knowing if I'd cope with his response.

Christoph spoke again, slow and forceful, "Now, Lily. Not tomorrow. Now."

I dared to flick my tongue against one his ear lobe and Grayson answered the gesture in force. He was ramping up to doing me some kind of injury and - I don’t know what came over me - but the whole ‘one, two, three’ thing totally slipped my mind in the moment, and instinctively I bit down on his ear - not too hard, but a good firm nip. He cried out in shock - and then, all of a sudden he was laughing - laughing and moaning - and his hands were on my butt - clamped down, vice-like, as his dick convulsed inside me. For a solid twenty seconds or so, he held me there, suspended in his moment of climax, before puffing out his breath and flopping down beneath me.

“You’re dangerous,” he laughed, slowly withdrawing his sated cock.