Gilded Lily(93)

The wicked smirk on his face made her stop midstep. He slowly shook his head. Her heart sank into her stomach. She’d wrestle him for that ice cream if she had to. “It’s not for me?” Her voice was more a plea than a question.

“Kneel down.”

She went down right where she was standing. The dirty wooden planks scraped at her knees as she shuffled to get closer. The longing to feel his body rubbing against her skin was crippling. Breathing was difficult, and it had nothing to do with the heat. The lack of Adam’s presence was enough to suffocate the life right out of her, but this, the way he looked down at her, was a spring driving through her desert.

He stepped closer. The zipper of his jeans was mere inches away from her salivating mouth. “Take it,” he said in the rough voice she’d grown to love.

She peered up, seeking his face under her lashes.

“I said take it. Now.”

Without awaiting a third command, with trembling hands, Lily unzipped his filthy jeans and pulled them to his knees. She looked up again. Adam took a heaping spoonful of the delicious ice cream into his mouth. With a hint of jealousy, she pulled down his navy-blue boxer briefs. And there it was right before her. His beautiful cock, engorged and ready for her mouth. She shifted her gaze upward again, this time pleading for a bite of the cold ice cream.

“Ah, my Lily Flower, would you like a bite of this?” He motioned toward her with the glass bowl. She eagerly nodded. “All right then, earn it, baby.”

He dipped his fingers into the bowl and scooped out a generous amount of the sweet concoction. Lily gasped as Adam slid his hand over his thick cock. Up and down he massaged the length, coating it with the ice cream, chocolate, and whipped cream. Without pause, Lily took to her task with an eagerness that surprised her. She didn’t care if she should feel shame. She wanted that dessert and would do anything to get it, even though she did delight in the task he required.

As her mouth descended on the slippery shaft, she relished the taste. The sugariness mingled with the taste of sweat and earth. Lily lapped and laved his throbbing cock with her rough tongue, licking the column clean.

All the while, Adam stood still, letting her enjoy the cool dessert. Again, he took more of the cold ice cream and covered himself for her to enjoy. Lily gagged when the tip of Adam’s hard shaft nudged the back of her throat. She took a breath and descended again, stretching her tongue to get at a bit of chocolate syrup at the base.

“Stop, Lily Flower. Stop.”

She looked up with innocent eyes as she slowly let him slip out of her mouth. “Stay with me tonight, Adam. Stay with me and fuck me. I need you.” She lay back onto the boards and spread her legs for him to see just how badly she needed him.

Adam sighed and knelt down on his haunches. “You’re all wet.”

Lily rolled her hips, trying to entice him into staying.

“I want you to touch yourself tonight and think of my cock inside your pussy, your mouth, your ass. Think of it stretching you farther than you’ve ever been stretched. I want you to come for me with your fingers.” As he slowly stood up, Lily felt a fluttering panic in her stomach. He was going to leave her again. He began to shut the door.

Lily jumped up, trying to at least feel his bare skin before being left all alone.

“Do this for me, Lily Flower. You’re my slave, and you must obey me.”

The door was shut and locked before she could reach it. Lily sat on the floor with an umph. She was worried about the annual costume ball, unsure of how long Adam was going to play this game, and horny as the devil. As she crawled over to the mattress, there was only one thing that was sure to ease her frantic mind.

Obey Adam.





Chapter Seventeen

As the morning light cast looming shadows in the corner of the room, Lily stretched her arms and legs as wide as they could go. She looked around the shack. Nicholas had done a wonderful job of making the decrepit building homey. The frame was solid. Old wood had been integrated into the rebuilt structure. The history had been preserved while he created something utterly imaginative. Why hadn’t he told her that he’d been working on the buildings? She rolled over on the mattress. Knowing Nicholas, he had been going to surprise her with wine and balloons at the unveiling.

The notion that his hands had worked down here, that he’d spent time to himself finding joy where she’d been so happy as a child, was a lifeline. They’d always be connected by this place. Their memories married by the bond of a plot of land, a place she could always go to and hear his laughter.

She grabbed the journal and flipped through the pages to find a new entry. Adam had written again.