Gilded Lily(27)

“Don’t move.” He took the plastic spoon from the counter. The dipping end still had the thick peach nectar drizzled on it. He gave her left cheek a quick smack with the spoon, leaving the sticky paste behind.

She didn’t move. He did it again, and she widened her stance.

Tony knelt. Lily’s pussy was already glistening with the clear sheen of her arousal. He smacked her again, this time making her wince. As she slightly circled her hips, he smiled with devious satisfaction. The little dark curls were wet. Without warning, he gently slid the handle of the spoon deep into her neglected cunt.

She shuddered as he carefully moved the handle in and out. Tony loosened his grip on the sticky end of the spoon. This was going to be a hard lesson to teach—a very hard lesson for her to learn. She began to rock her hips to accept more of the wooden shaft.

In and out. In and out so slowly. She whimpered. The lesson today was going to be the first step in allowing Lily to explore the possibility of what she could have. She was going to learn how to begin the process of moving on. He pulled the spoon out of her pussy.

“I missed you, poppet,” he murmured before licking the peach nectar off the pale skin of her round ass. He massaged her weeping sex with the heel of his hand, letting the juices ease out onto it.

He loved the feel of her swollen lips and how easily they fit into his palm. He smacked her sex with his open hand, enjoying how she rose on tiptoe, giving him a sensual groan.

“Oh, poppet, you did miss me.” He smacked her again before rubbing his thumb over the little fleshy nub. Her body shivered. The slope of her downturned shoulders quaked as she tried to keep quiet.

Tony stood up and turned her around. Her gaze remained focused on the floor. He hadn’t taught her that. His poppet was a natural submissive. “Take me to meet your new tenant.”

Lily raised her head, blessing him with a sparkle in the deep blue of her mesmerizing gaze. “O-okay.”

He retrieved her dress from the floor and slipped it over her head. Casually, he leaned against the counter, watching her take the pie out of the oven. She’d make a perfect wife. His smile faded as he watched her fiddle with the knobs. Goddamn Keith for breaking her heart.

She spun around. “Come on!”

Tony followed her as they walked through the kitchen doors to the back porch. He reached out and grabbed her hand as they started across the lawn. “What were you working on when I came in? Did you get the Judas one done?”

“I got that turned in about a week ago. I’m trying something new. I thought about dipping into the fiction realm. I also outlined a sort of romance, sort of sci-fi. What do you think? I feel like I’m ready for something different. Like traveling into a scary new world, but excited to find what’s there. Do you think I can do it? I told my editor I can do two more lectures this summer, but I want to concentrate on another project right now.”

Tony squeezed her hand. “Poppet, you can do anything. I’m so proud of you. I think it’s a great idea you’re finding another outlet for your creativity. Are you going to create a character for me? I want to be the strong, silent hero. Can I have my own spacecraft? Like The Chronicles of Riddick meets Star Trek. I think I’d like that. Something fast and lethal.”

Her smile gave way to a belly-shaking laugh. “Okay, okay. I can do that. The manuscript might be crap though. Do you really want your character to be part of a gigantic failure?”

“Stop it. Don’t talk like that. You’re intelligent and creative.”

“I don’t know, Tony. I—”

“Say it,” he said and tugged on her hand until she stopped and turned to him. “Say it.”

She looked down and took a breath. When she looked back up, her eyes sparkled. She spoke through a wide smile. “I’m intelligent and creative.”

“Good girl. Do you believe it?”

“Yes, I do. I can do this. I can write beyond my scope and sell it.”

Tony pulled her soft body against his chest. The conviction in her words was truth. He was proud to have trained her. She was always pleasing him. The time had come for her to fly and please herself. He kissed her forehead and felt her curves rest against him.

“‘I am beautiful.’ Say it.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist. “I am beautiful.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead. The feel of her skin on his lips seemed more a reassurance to him that she’d grown into her confidence than a gesture of comfort for her.

She stopped before starting into the woods. “Wait, did you know Nicholas had painted pictures of me?”

“No, but I can’t imagine why he wouldn’t.” He tucked a floating piece of hair behind her ear. “You’re quite the muse, poppet.”