Gilded Lily(91)

The prickly hardness of the boards on her naked belly brought a welcome sensation. Surprisingly, the first page had already been written on. Lily sighed as she read the passage. The sight of Adam’s handwriting made her heart ache for his touch.

I watch her while she is playing in her garden. I watch her while she is cooking my supper. I watch her while she is lying underneath me, writhing with my cock buried inside of her. And my favorite time to watch her is while she is moaning as my whip is coming down on her. And now, she is locked up in the little shack, waiting for my touch, my cock. She is dirty, thirsty, hungry, hot, and desperate. She is my lover, my slave.

Lily gasped and slammed the cover shut. When was he coming back? Questions flooded her mind as she looked for the discarded pen. She scurried back to the journal and turned to the second page. The gleaming white page called to her to write her secrets as well.

I can’t wait until he will come for me. I wait impatiently for his cock. His thick cock to be driven far into the depths of me. I crave it so much I ache. He seduces me with his whisper and fulfills me with his touch. An owl’s voice called to me last night and calmed me. Had it spoken to him and sent me his secret longing also? I fear many things…but the loss of his handsome face I fear the most. I am but a slave tethered by his design and kept by my own. He must fill this void soon, or surely I will go mad.

Lily stared at the passage for a moment, contemplating scribbling over the whole thing. Was it too much? What the hell! She was locked in a garden shed and finding herself quite content, except for the lack of his touch. She wasn’t lying. Going mad was a viable option if he didn’t come soon. She shut the journal’s cover. The pacing began again.

It had to be past noon. Well past it. Why hasn’t he come yet? It was time again for the costume ball, and they had only two weeks to finish up the last minute things.

Panic took over as the walls grew malignant, inching closer. A hitch in her breath caught. Something outside? The sound of the metal latch unhooking rang through the space. “Adam?” she croaked out. “Is that you?”

No sound, just the door creaking open. Lily cautiously walked to the door to find no one there. “Adam?” she said as she walked out onto the small, planked front porch. She squinted, trying to shield her eyes from the glaring sunshine. A smothering breeze gripped her body as she took in a full breath of the warm air.

Looking across the meadow, through the overgrown tall grass and wildflowers peppered throughout the landscape, she could see her grandma. Her plump body bent over, snapping green beans from their little green perches. Lily wanted to rub her eyes to wash the memory away but instead took a step off the porch.

“Can I have a strawberry?” she could hear her little voice say from the patch at the edge of the garden.

The melodic sound of her grandma’s sweet voice drifted through her head. “Get a basketful, love. Let’s make a pie.”

Lily smiled at the memory. Looking over the property, she felt ashamed. Her grandmother would’ve been so disappointed to find her flowers had been grown over with weeds and her garden nonexistent. Maybe, Lily thought, she could change all that. With Adam’s help she could bring back the beautiful meadow her beloved grandma had created. She could honor the memory of all those who’d suffered here.

Just past the porch, in the tall grass, sat a wooden tub. Upon reaching it, Lily saw it had been filled with clean water. She cupped her eyes with her hand, looking around the empty meadow for someone, anyone. No one. The cool water was a refuge. The tub was only big enough to sit in with her knees drawn, but she didn’t care. It was cold, clean, and felt wonderful.

Filling her hands with the water, she poured it over her head, letting it stream down her back. Nestled in the grass beside the tub, she found a fluffy white washcloth along with a new bar of lavender soap.

As the lather gathered on the washcloth, she enjoyed the tranquil sounds drifting about. The dragonflies dived into the tall weeds as the butterflies fluttered above the brush. The peaceful sensations seeping through her skin felt like they had the potential to be permanent.

The water rushing over her face refreshed the frantic sensations that had overtaken her in the shack. A sense of serenity replaced the panic. As the calm came, a rumbling settled in her stomach. She was hungry.

Realizing whoever brought her the tub had forgotten to leave a towel, she stepped out of the water and shook off like a wet dog. The coolness of the water was left behind on her skin, allowing the hot summer breeze to feel like a warm sheet engulfing her entire body.

Looking around, seeing no one, she decided to take advantage of the open door on the shack and explore. The wild roses claimed the flesh on her calves, leaving their cutting marks as she made her way farther into the meadow. The sunflowers were scattered with bunches of wild lavender and misplaced daisies. The sky seemed a brighter shade of blue out here. Why had she feared this place so much?