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.