Gilded Lily(95)

He poured the remainder of the crisp water over her head, rinsing the soap away. “There. My Lily Flower was a dirty mess.”

Lily pulled her hands over her face, wiping the dripping water over the back of her long hair. “Thank you. That feels good.”

She could hear him lathering up his hands again. “Stand up. Don’t turn around.”

With a slight stumble, she stood, resting her hands at her naked sides. When he laid his hands on her shoulders, her body went lax. The memory of his ice-cream-covered cock, the way it tasted so silky and cold on her tongue, rushed back. She wanted to taste him again. This time to feel the heat of his taut skin sliding in and out of her hungry mouth.

Lily rolled her head forward, giving him full access to the back of her neck. Oh, God, please touch me there, anywhere…anywhere! As the thrum of her heartbeat sped up, so did the pulsing sensation deep inside her pussy. She’d give anything to have him thrusting into her greedy body.

Tender fingers, strong fingers, covered her neck, massaging the tension. Lily’s body moved on instinct as he trailed his caresses down to her waist. Without thought, she eased her hips back, arching her ass, welcoming his touch.

Adam pressed against her back. “Does this excite you?” The hot breath bathing her earlobe was driving her mad.

“Yes!” she shouted.

“Good.” His voice had fingers, massaging every inch of her skin as he spoke. Its deep rhythm lingered, skimming across her goose-pimpled flesh. “And this?” He slid his palm over the left globe of her ass, giving a firm squeeze. “Does this excite you?”

She struggled to mimic her last response. “Yes!”

“And this?” With a smart whack, he smacked the tender muscle. She moaned and jumped. “Does this excite you?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

He gently rubbed her lower back. “Good. You’re a good slave, my Lily Flower.”



ADAM TOOK A handful of her hair and eased her to bend at the waist. Her backside jutted out at his cock, tempting it, inviting it in. He lathered his hands again before slipping the palm of his right hand between her thighs. She was already swollen. He smiled at the thought of all the blood pumping, rushing to get to this little space, just for him. Her plump folds were slick against his touch. With a single finger he massaged the opening to her oasis. He looked down to watch her hips writhe with each stroke. A quick smack on her ass followed each movement.

“Don’t move, Lily Flower,” he commanded. “Stand still.”

The sound she made was either a sob or a moan. He wasn’t quite sure, but he was damn sure she liked what he was doing. He did too. The way her hips swayed and her ass rolled made him want to drop his drawers and fuck the hell out of her. This was as much a test of his endurance as it was hers. Soon enough, my Lily Flower, you’ll be satisfied beyond your wildest dreams, and so will I.

He rinsed his hands and cupped a scoop of water to her pretty little sex. As he slid a single finger deep into her hole, he felt her body clench around it, tightening. Flicking the pad of his thumb over her swollen bud, he felt her shudder as her orgasm began to rise. He pulled free from her and took several deep breaths to calm his nerves. His cock pulsed, called to her, demanded to be sucked and touched.

Adam stepped in front of her bent body. “Stand up.”

She stood. As her dreamy eyes met his, she leaped at him, trying to reach out and wrap her lithe arms around him. He stumbled back out of reach. As her chin lowered, her raspy breath took on a life of its own. Again, her gaze slowly shifted up to him, calculating the next move to get his shoulders into her hands.

Adam studied the sight of this once gentle, timid, submissive woman. An animal had replaced her soul with a devious, dark obligation to satisfy her body’s cravings. She reached out again for him, and he leaned to the left. His laughter filled the air around them as she stomped her feet, splashing the water out of the small tub.

“Now, now. That is going to cost you!” He cautiously approached, inching forward to lay his right hand on her shoulder. “Let me finish.” She locked her hands behind her back. Her only defense. “Behave. You’re still getting punished for that outburst, but behave, and you’ll get a reward.”

Lily nodded as the tears fell down her heated cheeks. She couldn’t hold back the sobs any longer. Her body was longing, hurting for his touch, his kisses, his tender caresses. Adam sensed it. As he slid his lathered hands over her collarbone, she wiggled her hips, careful not to thrust forward. The weak smile he showed her let her know he was hurting too.

The weight of each round breast in his hands felt like heaven. He slid his hands over the generous flesh, kneading the globes until his fingertips reached the hardened tips. The slight pinch made her jump, then sigh. When she thrust her chest forward, he gave each nipple a firm slap.