Well, maybe one. At least he could hope, dream about her being able to take him. Hell, she took the pain; from the look of her back, she could withstand damn near anything. Adam leaned into the water, put his palm against the warm tile, and tipped his head under the steady stream. Yeah, she could take it. Somehow he knew she was up for whatever he could dish out. He leaned back and wiped the droplets from his face. He remembered seeing a woman’s back laced with red lines when he went to one of the clubs. The guy standing behind the sub was wielding a thin cane. Again and again he’d slap the cane against her back as the woman held on to the bar suspended above her head.
Is that how Lily got her marks? Had her arms been numb from being suspended above her head? Adam felt his cock twitch. He cupped his balls and spread his legs. Lily, on all fours, with her ass up in the air. Yeah, that was what he wanted to see. That round ass upturned for him to do whatever he pleased. He slid his hand higher and cradled the stiff shaft in his palm. God, he had to come again. Would she want a crowd to watch? Would she sway her lush hips in invitation for the riding crop he gripped?
Adam stroked harder. The image of Lily’s red ass where he’d bent her over his knee to spank her slammed into his thoughts, and he came again.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he murmured as he milked the last of the white liquid from the end of his cock. He laughed and grabbed the shampoo from the wire rack hanging behind the showerhead. “Lily, you’re going to drive me insane.”
TONY WATCHED LILY walk down the hall, tying the terry-cloth sash on her bathrobe. When she entered the spacious kitchen, he stood behind the center island, trying to hide the raging hard-on he’d been sporting since dinner.
“Adam will be here soon,” Tony said as he tipped a small glass jar in her direction. He twisted the metal cap and dipped his fingers into the salve. “Are you excited to see him again? Come here. Let’s get this on you. I have a feeling you’re going to be sore for a while.”
Lily sighed and whispered, “I am excited to see him again.” She untied the sash, letting the robe fall into a pile around her feet.
“Did you enjoy the shower?” He was pleased when she nodded. “Good. Now lean over the counter for me.”
She complied and stretched her torso over the smooth wooden countertop. Tony wedged his lean waist against her backside, pressing his groin against the round globes. Careful not to grind his cock too hard, he lightly circled his hips. Lily’s soft moan made his cock weep. God, he wanted to fuck tonight. It was going to take more concentration than ever to keep his dick in his pants and his hands to himself.
The first swipe of ointment across her reddened skin made her startle. With trembling fingers, he massaged the slick lotion into the marks he’d made. She never liked this part of her treatment, but she’d learned how important it was to take care of herself.
Tony felt her body relax against the counter as he worked the ointment into the tender skin below her shoulder. “I’m happy to hear that. I want you to be happy to see him. Your happiness means a lot to me. You know that, don’t you?”
She rested her cheek on her folded forearms. “Yes, I do.”
“Good,” he said and applied firm, smooth pressure as he massaged between her shoulder blades. With both hands he carefully kneaded the inflamed flesh. The skin had grown ruddy and swollen. He swiped his palm over the smooth areas on her back. His cock twitched. She rolled her hips again, and he fisted the back of her hair. A smart tug, and she whimpered.
“Stop it,” he said through clenched teeth. “Don’t do that again.”
She winced when he slapped her on the ass. He couldn’t help but smile as he helped her stand up. She turned around and her fawn-like eyes examined him before looking down at the floor. “I may be your trainer and protector,” he said as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “but you’re so hard to resist sometimes.”
“Tony, you’re so sweet to me,” she murmured before lifting on tiptoe to gently press her lips to his cheek. He closed his eyes, imprinting the feeling into his brain.
She leaned down to pick up the crumpled robe and pull it over her shoulders. “Don’t forget we have to get the plans together for the Voodoo Ball.” She slid past him and took a glass from the cabinet. “We have to get the invitations out by next week.” She poured a glass of orange juice and sipped it as she stared out the French doors. “It won’t be the same without him here.”
Tony walked up beside her and watched as the moon hung just above the tree line.
“But Adam will be here,” she said. “That’ll be interesting,”