Gilded Lily(62)

“Yes?” He tried to hide his disappointment.

“Sir, it seems you’re alone here, and I thought you’d enjoy some company.” Her voice was shy as she looked down at the stuffed lamb she was carrying.

Adam softly knocked the white hooked staff in her hand. “You want me to use that?” he asked as he grinned and lit the cigar.

She perked up, her round, blushed cheeks filled with an eager smile. “If you’d like.”

“It’s a tempting offer, Bo, but I’m actually looking for someone. Maybe another time?”

Her eyes darted to the side, then back up to him. He hoped she didn’t think he was being an ass. She nodded and walked out onto the veranda, where she was quickly snatched up by another waiting guest who happened to be dressed like a hungry wolf. Adam laughed as he heard her giggle trail off when the hairy beast carried her down the steps.

Adam paused and turned to the parlor door. It was open. A soft glow from the candles seeped from the doorway. As he puffed on the musky tobacco, he walked into the lavishly decorated parlor to find only one couple inside. He started to leave, but thought better of it when he noticed the blond-haired serving man was pinned against the wall by a rather voluptuous blonde woman wearing a blue dress.

He pulled a chair by the door and watched the couple on the other side of the room. Every now and again he’d look through the doorway to see if he could spot Lily. The man lifted his face and looked at Adam. God, he couldn’t have been out of his teens just yet. No older than eighteen for sure. He smiled at the young man and propped his ankle up over his other leg and leaned to the side of the chair. He wanted the woman to turn around, but she didn’t.

The man’s blond hair tossed around as he rolled his head against the wall. His moan echoed the obvious lustful torment he must have been feeling. “Please, let me come.”

She shook her head and stepped back from him. Adam watched, eager to see what would happen next. The woman in the blue dress took a step back. He looked at the man’s black boots. His breeches lay in a pile around his ankles. What was she doing to him? Soon enough, Adam saw her delicate elbows moving. With each movement the man would suck in his breath and cry out again. She would stop and wait for him to calm down, only to start in again.

Adam heard her giggle and blew the smoke from his mouth. It couldn’t be. Was that a blonde wig on her? Adam looked closer. The woman was wearing a wig. Adam stood up, and the woman turned around, giving him the full view of what she was doing to the poor man.

His cock was red as a beet. The woman squeezed his scrotum and pumped the impressive shaft. She quickly turned back around and gave the young man what he wanted. In a flash the woman in the blue dress released the man from his torture, and he sprayed cum into her hand.

“Oh, God, thank you. Thank you.” he said to her.

Adam moved a little closer and waited for the woman to turn around again. When she did, he couldn’t tell if it was Lily or not. The woman’s mask covered her well enough, and her dress only revealed her generous curves, but no other evidence of his Lily. Adam paused as the young man pulled up his breeches and walked out of the room, leaving Adam and the mysterious woman alone.

“Who are you?” he asked the pretty mystery guest.

She turned away and washed her hands in the basin of water sitting on the table. Adam moved close behind her so she couldn’t get away. “Let me guess,” he said. “You’ve fallen down a tunnel and you’re looking for a white rabbit?” His voice was silky and deep as he spoke into her ear. He meant to entice her into giving up her identity.

She nodded before slithering away from him and walking to the fireplace. An antique mirror hung atop the mantel to reveal the excited expression in her bright eyes. She looked up, and he knew it was his Lily. He watched in the mirror as her lips fell open. Panic veiled her lovely features as she tried to get away, but he was too fast. Before she could catch her breath, he was on her and had pinned her stomach against the wall.

His muscular chest held her in place as his nostrils flared, taking in her scent. A knowing smirk crept over his face. Lily Flower. She doesn’t know it’s me. He gave a quick laugh as he felt her body tremble beneath him.

“Are you frightened?” he whispered against her neck before setting the cigar in the ashtray on the mantel.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Good.” He pressed his erection into her skirt as he took her hands and planted her palms flat against the wall. His groin tightened as she tugged on her arms, trying to get free.

“I’m l-looking for someone. He should be here by n-now.”