Gilded Lily(76)

He had to give her at least that. She brought him peace in her touch and compassion in her submission. He would never be able to repay that debt. He had to be diligent when opening himself up to her desires. Whipping was not a punishment, but an act of caring. Binding was not a force of power, but a way for her to find release in the safety of knowing she was wanted. With every part of his being, he wanted to bring her the things she cherished most.

Adam took another breath and watched as the end of the belt licked the gentle curve of her lower back. He had begun to run his fingertips along the pink flesh when Tony pulled his hand away.

“Stop—you don’t want her to come.”

Adam wanted to touch her, to make her feel overcome with passion, but there was one lesson he was going to have to learn the hard way. Restraint. Adam never had been very proficient at holding out for anything that he set his mind to. And when it came to his Lily Flower, he felt he’d waited damn long enough. He reached his hand out to touch Lily again. Tony intercepted his hand. Adam looked over and Tony shook his head. Okay, this was really going to be a test of both his patience and impulse control. He got it. Lily needed a man who could be in control when she couldn’t.

Both men watched as Lily dug her mound into the mattress. “Yes, please. I want more.”

“She can’t help it,” Tony said. “Her body knows what it needs and seeks it.” Crack! Tony landed the strip of leather on her pale flesh. This time at the base of her shoulder blade. “Okay, now you try.” Tony handed Adam the belt.

Adam studied the long strap of leather. There was no doubt this was so much more intense than the scenes he’d watched at the club. Knowing that he was in control of Lily’s ultimate pleasure was a high, a drug he would forever be addicted to. He wrapped the buckled end around his right wrist, twice. The tight feeling in his chest had nothing to do with fear. There was no hint of hesitation. The beautiful, soft body resting below him consumed every fiber of his soul. She was giving herself over and wrapping her trust in a lovely pink box. A cherished gift for him to protect.

He checked Tony, who had started stroking his own cock. Adam grinned. Tony probably needed to come as much as she did. “You crave this, don’t you,” Adam whispered, “just as much as she does. That’s why you do this—why you love the kink with her. You wish it was you.”

Adam winced when Tony wrapped his fingers around his wrist and squeezed. The tight muscle in Tony’s jaw twitched. “Don’t presume to know me. You are here for her. Not me.”

The message had been sent loud and clear. That topic was off-limits, and Adam was going to be the first to bury it. He turned his attention back to Lily.

Crack! He’d done it. His mark looked like Tony’s. It left a bright pink streak on a new piece of skin at the top of her shoulder blade. He watched as Lily wiggled beneath him, trying to grind her pussy farther into the mattress. Again, he smacked her, this time on the ass.

God, he loved the way her ass clenched and released as if she were sitting on his waist, riding his dick. He waited until he could see her breath slow and her body relax into the mattress. The last thing he wanted to do was cross the line from the pleasure-pain threshold into all-out violence.

“Hit her several times, then start in again after giving her a quick break,” Tony instructed Adam. “Straddle her head between your knees. Don’t let her move.”

Adam did as Tony instructed and moved to the head of the bed, where he carefully eased Lily’s head between his knees. Her hair was messy and tossed around on the sheet. He felt her head twitch when he placed a heavy knee on the wavy strands. She was pinned, confined—the way Adam knew she needed to be.

He looked up at Tony, his voice a command. “Now fuck her hard.”



LILY TRIED TO lift her head, but the strength in Adam’s legs kept her from moving. The sensation of being confined made her feel an ultimate release. There was no anxiety. No deadlines for work. No hectic schedule. The clarity was pure peace. This was what she craved.

Between strokes, the relaxation unfurling her muscles was that much sweeter. The way her welts blazed like fire over her skin, the coolness in the air that soothed the tormented flesh. The sweltering pleasure made the darkness more intense. There was a content silence going inward, finding that hidden place within herself that no one knew about. Not Tony. Not Adam. Not Nicholas. The secret place was hers to cherish. It was her friend; the gentle lull of what she knew was true.

She was a submissive, her need for the pleasure-pain threshold was an unspoken bond that kept her always wanting more. More sensation, more understanding, more control. There was passion in knowing she could withstand anything in life. The strength she owned in pain brought her the power to seek her desires. And this time—this sacred time—Adam and Tony were allowing her to release what hindered her and to explore the darkness with truth and a realization that she was a woman who deserved to experience joy of the body and mind in any way she wished. This was her dream. Adam finding the courage to trust her gave her the strength to discover the courage within herself.