Gilded Lily(8)

“Just like that,” he said.

Tony took a moment to admire the welts he’d left three days ago. He loved the way her pale skin still took the lash so well. The raised pink marks would stay for at least another two days. He’d been rather harsh with her this week. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Did you put the cream on?”

She shook her head. Shit, he thought, Renee hadn’t come this week. There was no way Lily could’ve reached the marks on her back. He’d have to tend to them when he was done. He pinched one of the more painful-looking stripes on her ass. He smiled when she winced. She didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned farther into his hand.

He patted her on the head and brushed his hand over her arching back. The lash had reached all the way to her left shoulder. Tony traced her waist with his hand before wandering to the mound at the crest of her thighs. The tender flesh was warm and already slick.

“That’s it. Get wet for me,” he encouraged as he spread her labia wide so his other hand could trace the portal to her body. Tony rested his knee on the edge of the bed. “Let me in, poppet.”

He rested his cheek on the tortured flesh of her backside. The warmth radiated through his skin to trap his groin. He’d caused this. To think only three years ago she’d been lost in pleasure under his flogger for the first time.

He slid his index finger into her pussy, easily followed by two more. The song of her moan drifted over his ears, driving his fingers in even farther. As her hips began to grind the pleasure from his firm thrusts, he withdrew and spread the round cheeks of her ass. He loved the way they overflowed in his hands. Her body shuddered as he slipped his arm around the sweet curve of her waist and steadied her against his torso. He circled the tight pink ring, wetting it with the juice her pussy had given him.

She groaned as he rubbed the tight bud, gently pressing until the sensitive ring eased, letting his fingertip inside. She curled her hips in, trying to get away. He knew she liked to be touched like this but was always apprehensive. Tony had to ease her into it.

He licked his other thumb and pressed the pad of his finger against her clit. As soon as he began to circle the awaiting flesh, Lily eased her legs open farther to allow him the entrance he wanted.

Soon, he was able to slide the rest of his finger into her backside. She shamelessly rocked her hips back and forth. He slipped the pad of his thumb over her sensitive clit until he could feel the wetness dripping from her pussy. Her supple body trembled against him. She was ready to come.

“Lie back,” he said and withdrew his attentions from her, allowing her to roll over. Her lazy grin didn’t match the sparks of wildness in her eyes as she reclined on the pillows. Lily’s pupils were taking over the greater portion of her clear blue irises. “I want to taste you.”

He spread her legs so far he could see the tendons in her inner thighs strain. He knelt between her crooked knees to admire the seductiveness of her flushed pussy. He hadn’t tasted her in a long time. Renee had taken over the task. He had to admit he missed this the most. Lily wiggled her hips. He lay down on the bed between her thighs.

She lifted her bottom to sit on her hands. Before she could rest back down, he licked her swollen flesh. With both hands he spread her dusky-pink lips and licked the smooth skin of her pussy until he reached the top, where her clit throbbed beneath his tongue. He tickled the little fleshy bundle. Lily moaned and bit her bottom lip. God, he loved teasing her. Her torment was his greatest treasure.

The way her body bowed, frantic pants coming from her open mouth, Tony knew she was ready to burst. He’d taken time learning every nuance of her body, every way to bring her pleasure, with and without pain. He slid the tip of his tongue along the seam of her sex, delving between the wet folds to lick deep inside the tight slit.

The soft mews and sighs echoing through the room grew quiet. Her hips went rigid. The wave of her orgasm was cresting and her body’s need couldn’t be stopped. As she jerked beneath him, something reached inside his chest and clenched his heart. The joy of his loyal sub was always a revelation. With every release, she gained another precious step toward discovering courage. Her soft body seized and wiggled until the final rhythm of her orgasm washed away. Nothing was left but her panting breaths and slight whimpers.

“I want you to sleep.” He wiped his soaked lips with the back of his hand.

“Tony?” she quietly asked.

“Yes, I’ll stay until morning,” he reassured her.

She curled up under the covers as he finished tucking her in. He turned the tiny knob on the bedside lamp and leaned over to press a kiss on her forehead.