Lily held her breath as she relished the sheer beauty of it. The way the clear nectar gathered at the tip, only to be smeared over the bulging head. She did miss being filled with the warmth of a man. He was making her grieve and plead.
“See, poppet, those toys are not cocks. This is a cock.”
She nodded, never removing her gaze from it, enthralled, mesmerized by the sensual sight. “Yes.” Her gaze rose and fell with his hand. He spun her around again.
The whip snapped, leaving another welt across the middle of her back. The blackness engulfed her as the warm breeze greeted her belly again. This time she felt every rustle of the wind, every turn of the air. It hugged her back and shoulders, caressing her buttocks and tickling her fresh marks. The sensation of her hot welts was heightened by the mere movement of the slight wind. She needed to come.
She felt the heat from Tony’s warm cock as he spread her backside and nestled the thick shaft in the sensitive crevice. She rocked her hips against him, making him moan. She winced, then melted with the sharp sensation of his teeth biting into the flesh on the side of her neck. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, offering herself to him.
His shirt stung her marks as he pushed closer. She pushed back as far as her arms would allow, making her shoulders burn. Her hands had grown numb ages ago. He wrapped his arm around her waist, trailing his finger down her belly and over the moist curls below. Desperation opened her thighs to him. As he nibbled on her ear, she shuddered. The handle of the whip entered her yet again.
“Take it all in, poppet,” Tony encouraged as he pressed against her backside. Her moans grew louder. She trusted him, knew he could sense her reaching her release. He untied her hands and let her fall onto the soft grass below. With the whip still hanging from her sex, she remained on her hands and knees.
Her labored breathing came in jagged waves. She kept her eyes closed, taking in all he was giving. With her back and shoulders burning, throbbing, he tapped the handle, driving the firm rod in even farther. She opened her eyes to see the large oak before her. She looked to her wrists, red and raw. Her arms began to shake and her legs tremble.
Another slap of the handle.
She held her breath as her orgasm began to teeter on the verge. One more slap and she wouldn’t be able to hold on. Tony kept a firm grip on the whip as he drove the thrusts into her.
He pounded his naked cock against the inflamed welts lacing her backside. She soon came in a burst of light. Her body grew rigid before it tipped over the edge and writhed with an explosion of pleasure. He rode her to the last twitch of her satisfied body.
Tony withdrew the whip from her dripping sex and replaced it with three fingers. His touch was gentle, loving as he slid his long fingers in and out to smear her cum over the swollen lips surrounding her channel.
Her body melted with the soft sensation of his lips pressed against the back of her ear. “There, poppet. Now you’ve been properly punished.”
ADAM LOOKED AROUND the large living room, inspecting the many boxes he’d accumulated over the past several days. He dropped on the leather couch and propped his feet on the cushioned coffee table. The photo album he’d found in the closet was one he recognized. The familiar book had been tucked on the shelf in his father’s study back home.
He wiped the dust from the dark blue cover. His heart ached as he turned the pages, looking at the pictures of him and Nick, unfolding their childhood history. Nick had always liked to swim. There were several pictures of the summers at the lake house. Adam stopped on a photo of himself. Tall and skinny, standing on the pier, teaching Nick how to dive. He gently fingered the edge of the faded photo.
Finally, after days of hounding, their father had agreed to let the boys camp by the lake. Adam had been so proud he’d been able to start the fire. He’d earned his fire safety badge the summer before. Nick, forgoing the scouting club, had chosen to go to science camp instead.
He laughed as he turned the page to find Nick’s prom picture from his senior year in high school. Adam’s was posted on the next page. Adam had worn a black suit while Nick had chosen a bright red dinner jacket and faded jeans. What a pair. How could two brothers be so different, yet so close?
Adam closed the album and rested his head on the back of the couch. His thoughts drifted from Nick to Lily. He grinned as he recalled how nervous she’d been when he tugged on the back of her dress. He liked the wild, uneasy look veiling her eyes. She’d been set off-balance, and he found the way she’d scampered over to Tony so damn cute. But who was this guy, and why was Lily so drawn to him? Nick hadn’t mentioned a Tony in any of his letters.