TONY MOTIONED FOR Lily to come over. “Poppet, come here.”
Lily startled at the sound of his voice. She walked to him, knowing if she hesitated he’d be disappointed, and the last thing she wanted to do was let him down. He was still her trainer after all. She looked back to find Adam standing behind her. Tony pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it onto the chair.
Lily quickly palmed her breasts with her trembling hands. She remained silent and still for him. He pulled on her long skirt, forcing it to her bare feet. She waited for Adam to gasp, for his appalled expression, but they never came.
Tony took her hand as she stepped out of the crumpled fabric and walked her over to one of the large white pillars lining the veranda. Quickly, he secured her to the post with her belly rubbing against the smooth wood. Her wrists were bound on the other side facing the lawn, while her feet were separately secured to the railing below.
Surely, Adam was disgusted. She would watch him walk back across the lawn anytime. Nicholas did the first time he saw her splayed like this. Nicholas had scolded Tony until Lily assured him she was comfortable. Only she hadn’t been tied to this pillar; Tony had fixed her to one of the large clothesline poles on the side lawn. Eventually, Nicholas took to the idea and had enjoyed the display as he sat on the blanket, stroking Tony’s cock.
Not even that erotic image could bring her comfort. She hadn’t wanted to please Nicholas like she did Adam. This was different, and she couldn’t figure out why.
She flinched when she felt a warm finger trace down her back. The firm fingertip traced the line of one mark. She leaned her head against the pillar, steady. Another pass, slow and gentle, forcing the wetness to build deep in her sex. This time the caress explored the line on her upper shoulder. Was Tony showing Adam her marks? Why?
She looked over to the side. Tony was sitting in the chair, reclined and enjoying another glass of Scotch. He smiled at her before taking a drink. Lily’s felt as if her knees were going to give out when she realized it was Adam’s exploring touch caressing her. The fluids rushed from her pulsing core down her thigh. Oh God, please don’t let him notice.
“Can I keep touching her?”
“Adam, you can do whatever you want with her.”
Lily’s breath hitched. What would he do? Would he push inside her when she wasn’t ready? Would he kiss her neck? Oh God, would he touch her backside? No matter which he chose, she was resigned to his mercy. Tony was there, and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.
The heat from Adam’s body radiated through her backside. She could feel him move closer. She imagined his face, expression stern as he methodically studied her tortured flesh. He placed the fullness of his palm onto the left globe of her ass. Lily pressed into the pillar, trying to escape his probing hand. He didn’t seem fazed as he continued. The warm massage of his hand magically made her legs ease apart. God, why can’t I control my own body?
Then the unthinkable happened. His firm lips barely traced the line of one of the fresh marks. She pushed her hips to reach for the touch again. He knelt. She felt his sweltering breath on her backside. Again, the gentle graze of his lips on yet another tender welt. She melted against the pillar, gripping the unforgiving wood.
ADAM COULDN’T BELIEVE the extent of the lines marring her otherwise perfect skin. He’d only glimpsed a portion the other day. They were so red and raised. He was intrigued by the feel of them. The way the slender areas where a belt or cane or whatever Tony had used made the flesh turn dark pink and swollen. He gently traced another line, hoping it wasn’t hurting her too much. These were the marks of a submissive.
Tony motioned for him to continue. Adam caressed one thin line of puffed flesh with his fingertip. The marks were so hot. He liked how she flinched when he touched them. Her ripe ass reached for him, teasing him. He couldn’t deny it any longer. He needed to touch her more.
As she angled her hips back, he could see her swollen sex calling to him from between her thighs. It glistened. She’s already wet. Fucking beautiful. Was he making her wet by touching her marked skin? The thought made his dick stir. He could see the fluid seeping on her inner thighs. He’d never seen a woman so drenched. Ellen had never responded to him like this. Adam again looked to Tony.
“Go on,” Tony encouraged him. “She’ll come for you if you touch her.” Adam should’ve been disgusted by Tony’s response, but he wasn’t. Was Lily as needy as he was? Had he found someone who craved touch as much as he did? He hesitated, studying the lush roundness of her hips.
Tony downed the last of his Scotch. “She’s waiting, Adam.” Lily rolled her hips. “Look at her. Her eyes are closed. Her lips are open slightly.” She pressed her temple against the pillar. “I can still remember the first time I tied her up like this. I thought she was going to come before I even had the chance to finish binding her. Now she can restrain herself much better. So, go on. Break her in.”