Tiger Lily: Part One

by Amélie S. Duncan

My eyes filled as my heart pounded in my chest. I met his piercing, dark gaze in his gorgeous face. His desire for me was there. However, as I came down and he released his grip on me, my shame at giving in so quickly so soon after his offer engulfed me.

  I closed my eyes and muttered, “You must think badly of me.…”

  “For letting me give you what we both want?” He nuzzled my neck as he slipped his hands from under my skirt. “There’s nothing wrong with getting and receiving pleasure.”

  A tremor went through me as he lifted his fingers, coated in my arousal, to his mouth.

  He ran his tongue over them and sucked. “Just a taste, and I want more.” His eyes flashed at me.

  My face burned as I stood there, unable to answer or move in this moment.

  He squatted down in front of me and pulled my panties down my legs, and off.

  I waited for him to hand them back, but instead….

  He lifted his chin as if challenging me to ask for them back and placed them in his pocket.

  “Why would you want to keep them? I mean….” I stared at him in disbelief.

  Jonas gave a wicked grin. “You find that odd after I just finger fucked you and licked your wetness off my hands?” He gave me the same stare back.

  My skin felt like it was on fire. “I…‌Okay.”

  Jonas laughed outright. “Oh, Lily, I delight in the more I learn about you.”

  Chapter 8

  I was happy that I didn’t have to speak again during the ride back to the hotel. Jonas received a call and talked on the phone the whole way there, occasionally moving to rest his hands a little higher on my thigh. Truthfully, I couldn’t blame Jonas for the sexual tension that had settled between us. After I practically begged him to touch me, he seemed assured he had found his new companion. He not only made the offer, but found out pretty quickly he could order me to do as he wished when he touched me.

  It was a vulnerability that exposed and shamed me. Declan had learned it too, and took advantage of it until I repulsed him by gaining weight. I still wasn’t as thin as I was when I first met him, but Jonas’s facial expression seemed genuine and the bulge in his pants left me with no doubt he was turned on by me. What I found puzzling was that he hadn’t sought pleasure for himself.

  “We’re here,” Jonas announced, breaking my thoughts. His hand took mine to help me out of the car. He had David carry my bags and I meekly followed them back up to Jonas’s suite.

  Once we were alone again in the room, he immediately headed for his desk and opened the top of his laptop, pressing the on button.

  “You can hang up your clothes in the closet or the bedroom through the far door,” Jonas said as he moved over to his desk.

  Choosing to put my things in the hall closet, I turned around and found Jonas was now wearing a pair of glasses. I ogled. Wow. He’s a sexy Clark Kent.

  A smile played at the corner of his lips. “You alright?”

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding emphatically. That earned me a grin from Jonas. He didn’t seem to mind my gawking at him. No smugness, just pure confidence on his face. No doubt comfortable with getting this reaction from people all the time. After all, he was, indeed, scorching hot.

  I fidgeted. “Um. Would you mind if I take a bath in that huge tub?” I asked.

  “No. Make yourself at home,” Jonas replied.

  I turned, then looked back and bit my lip. Were we having sex later? I wondered in shock that my mind had readily accepted the possibility. “I usually wear a tank and shorts to bed, just so you know.”

  A smile played on his lips. “You can wear them tonight.”

  What I’d wear beyond tonight hung in the air. I couldn’t blame him for the change in his expectation of me as I myself had the same expectation. The thought of being naked in bed with him had my body humming again. I squirmed.

  “You need me again, Lily?” Jonas folded his arms.

  Yes. “No. I’ll just go relax in the bath,” I said absently as I sucked in air. Why did I say that? I scolded myself and turned away. What am I doing?

  “Don’t touch yourself,” Jonas called out behind me.

  I stopped and turned my head back, as heat flooded my body. I stared at him, his shoulders rising and falling with his breath.

  “If you need to come again, you bring yourself to me,” he said in a low tone that I felt right down to my core.

  I glanced at him and asked, “Why didn’t you?”

  He lifted a brow. “Why didn’t I what?”

  My skin burned. “I could have…‌You could have,” I stammered.

  Jonas smiled broadly. “Why didn’t I have sex with you back there? I wanted to see your response to my touch. And it pleased me.”

  “Oh,” I said the only thing that came to mind and turned toward the bathroom.

  “Oh, Lily,” Jonas called out, “you won’t have to wonder long.”

  I quickly turned back and went inside the bathroom. Closing the door and pressing myself against it. I may have nodded to him. I didn’t know, but what I was sure of; his words aroused me. I felt the pang of desire coiling within me. I was aching with need again, and he had offered to help me. So why was I in here?

  The answer was there as slipped off my clothing. Jonas gave me the touch I craved, but on his terms. After all, he presented the offer, and stimulated me to orgasm in my bedroom. Sure, I didn’t have to show him my body, but he still had me show him something, and admit to him what I desired. In truth, Jonas was already controlling me sexually. Did that bother me? No. I wasn’t aggressive and never initiated sex with Declan, though I never turned it down either.

  Stripping off my clothes, I glanced down at my body. My heart constricted as I recalled the first time Declan had showed me how to create the mood lighting that made me “look better.” It wasn’t long after that when he added viewing porn as a “warm up.” Oh how I wished I looked better. I washed my face and brushed my teeth while I waited for the tub to fill for my bath. In the vanity, I found lavender body salts which I added to the water. I then shut off the nozzle and sunk in the warm, scented water and relaxed. The soothing aroma calmed my jittery nerves.

  After a while, I heard Beethoven’s Pathetique waft through the bathroom door. I imagined my father playing it on our upright in our house on Franklin Street, always after my mother and I begged him, wading through his sighs and critiques of his own playing. My heart swelled as it progressed to the second movement. She would wrap her arms around him and kiss his cheek, then pull me into a hug and kiss. I tried to breathe as sobs erupted in me, struck by the realization that I would never experience that again. What was this? I felt cracked open.

  “Lily.” Jonas knocked on the door.

  I wiped my eyes and swallowed hard. “One moment.” I pulled the curtain in place and stuck my head out the side. “Okay.”

  Jonas stood in the doorway, looking devastatingly handsome. His dark hair was finger-parted across his forehead, his lean, muscular frame on display, along with a hint of smooth chest hair along the Vee of his T-shirt. His brows lowered. “Are you crying?” He stepped inside.

  I waved a hand around the curtain, then wiped my eyes and managed a weak smile. “I’m fine. I. I love this sonata and it always makes me weep in its beauty. If sorrow had a voice, it would be Adagio Cantabile, it’s…‌perfect.”

  Jonas stepped further inside and leaned against the vanity. “Don’t be afraid to share your thoughts. I so enjoy them.”

  I eyed the lights. Though not as bright as my bedroom, they were still enough to make my heartbeat accelerate. I looked down at the absent bubbles as I tried to focus on what Jonas was telling me.

  “Beethoven wrote this when he was twenty-seven for Venetian Prince Karl von Lichnowsky, who was a patron of Mozart as well. If you are moved by Adagio Cantabile, what do you think of Mozart’s Sonata K? Are you familiar with Jan Ladislav Dussek Sonata in C minor?”

  “Yes, I’m familiar with Dussek. I did play the violin for a while when I wa
s younger, but it wasn’t in me,” I said.

  “I played the guitar in my youth, partly as a defiance, and because I wanted to be Jimmy Page. But borrowing your words, it wasn’t in me.”

  His gaze was salacious when he met mine again. “I should leave you to your soak,” he said quietly, but instead advanced to stand near the bathtub. “But I don’t think you want me to.”

  “Jonas,” I said huskily, my voice giving away the desire I had for him. The heat of his stare made it hard for me to breathe. I didn’t. I wanted a hug, a caress. I wanted more. He walked over and stopped next to the tub, the curtain the only thing between us.

  I drew my legs up and held them. My eyes darted to the lights and raced with all my insecurities about what Jonas would see if he pulled the curtain, the last barrier.

  He touched the curtain. “Let me see all of you, Lily.”

  I closed my eyes. He wasn’t repulsed in the bedroom, I told myself. “Oh…‌okay,” I stammered.

  Jonas slowly eased the curtain back and sat down on the edge of the tub. Reaching over, he lightly tugged away my hands. I let them drop down, revealing my breasts.

  My face burned as I forced my eyes to meet his and was met with a lustful stare I felt down to my toes. My heartbeat sped up and the pulsing throb between my thighs had already made up my mind for me as I took his hands and gingerly stood up.

  He drew in a sharp breath. “Oh, Lily,” he said hoarsely

  Before my mind could break the charge between us, Jonas bent down and crushed his lips to mine. He wrapped his arms around me, molding our bodies together. I could feel his erection pushing hard through his pants‌—‌the only thing between us. When we parted, our breath was coming in heavy gasps. I blushed in my nudity and the soaked front of his clothing, but Jonas didn’t seem to mind.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said with conviction. Then he reached his hand for mine and I clasped it as I stepped out of the tub.

  Jonas handed me a towel and I turned away from him and started to dry off. I felt another towel brush against the top of my shoulders, moving down my back. Jonas was helping me, and though I found this unusually intimate, I didn’t try or want to stop him.

  My breathing was short as his towel slipped down my backside, where he halted. A moan escaped my lips as he replaced the towel with his bare fingers, sliding over my buttocks.

  “Your skin is so smooth, so soft.” His tone was barely a whisper. He moved the towel down the back of my thigh and legs, at the same time using his hands, creating a trail of goose bumps along my naked flesh. I dried my front, but the whole time, I was tuned to Jonas as his fingers moved over me. Even after I was dry, I was wet and ready; wanting, needing, whatever he would do to me.

  Jonas didn’t stop me as I cinched the towel at my waist, but took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. Though my mind was already running ahead, our pace was slow, as if he was waiting for me to tell him to stop what we were about to do together. I felt as if I was barely holding my head above water with him.

  We didn’t stop walking until we entered the bedroom. I stood in awe of the sleigh bed in front of me, of the gorgeous ivory embroidered duvet and pillow set that contrasted the ornately carved dark oak frame.

  Jonas seized my lips possessively. “I’ll be right back.” He then walked out and left me burning in the room, staring after him.

  I sat down on the bed and fussed at myself. I lacked all decorum, going as far as allowing myself to stand naked before a man like Jonas Crane. Still, he found me beautiful.

  But was I ready?

  Chapter 9

  The sound of the door opening sent my heart pounding. Jonas entered the room, naked, revealing his incredibly toned lean muscular body and washboard abs. He had a smooth expanse of hair on his chest that trailed down his body. He was bold and breathtaking.

  My gaze dropped lower to the impressive girth and length of his engorged cock. The sight sent a sensual flush through me. I felt my nipples hardening as they swelled and wetness between my thighs. I trembled on his approach.

  “Nervous?” Jonas asked. His brows rose as he sat down next to me and pulled me against his side.

  I nodded. “I want this. Believe me, I do. I just want you to be…‌I don’t know.”

  A small smile appeared on his lips. He reached out his hand and stroked the side of my face. “Lily, don’t worry. I’m already pleased. In fact, I’m honored.”

  I covered my warm face. “That’s not exactly what I mean.”

  He pulled my hands away and lifted my chin up to him, studying my face. “I know what you meant. One thing you will find is that I prefer to take over.”

  I sighed long. I was relieved he understood what I wanted from him. “So, what now?”

  Jonas gave me one of his wicked smiles. “Now? Sex isn’t a commentary, Lily.”

  He leaned over and kissed my mouth. His lips moved over my face, and down my neck and collarbone. I returned his kiss with desperation, as all my needs crashed over me. I reached my hand between his legs and delicately trailed my fingertips around the smooth hardness of his bulging erection. He groaned and covered my hand with his and eased it away.

  “Relax. We’ll get there.” He moved me to my feet before him and tugged off my towel, tossing it on the floor. I flushed as his eyes roamed over my body, igniting everywhere they fell. His hand trailed between my breasts and slowly down to my mound.

  “Don’t hide yourself from me again,” he said in a low, authoritative tone. “You’re beautiful and sexy.” He reached out and pulled the covers back. “Lie down.” I climbed in the bed and rested on my back. He swept away my hair, which was covering my breasts, and looked down at me. He took a deep, cleansing breath and reached for my hand.

  “Keep your eyes on me, and breathe.”

  I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath and exhaled. He took me through it a few more times, until our breathing synced.

  Jonas settled next to me on the bed and started to kiss me again. He then moved down and began to massage me, starting with my legs. As he moved his large hands up to my thighs, I felt wetter, hotter. I quivered as my body swelled, wanting his hands to touch higher.

  “Breathe.” He moved to my hips. All the time, his eyes were fixed on me, studying my responses to his touch. He moved past my belly to my shoulders.

  I whimpered, “Jonas, please.”

  “Soon,” he whispered. I ached, but fought my frustration and tried to stay focused on him. The sight of Jonas’s hands covering my breasts, the feel of his hands kneading them, made my breathing shallow and my pulse quicken. I arched against him. More.

  “Deep breath.” I breathed as he pinched my nipples, scraping them with his teeth then gently nipping. I moaned, arching up and moving my hands through his hair. He let out a groan as he suckled and massaged them with soft licks of his tongue. He then eased my legs wide apart and settled between them. I was so turned on; I could feel my arousal on my thighs.

  Did he feel it? His eyes stayed connected to mine. His hand slowly caressed down my breasts and over my stomach, followed by his lips. He kissed and ran his tongue over my belly button and a shiver went through me. He parted my legs wider and moved further down. My body hummed and the throbbing pleasure between my thighs became almost unbearable. “Jonas.”

  “Bend your knees and open your legs,” he commanded, the tone of his voice just above a whisper. My pulse was in my throat as I timidly moved into the position he wanted me in. I was so exposed to him.

  His hot gaze swept over me. He gently rubbed my thigh as though to soothe me.

  “You’re glistening, beautiful.”

  I held my breath, wanting him to touch me there. But Jonas only lowered his head and stared. My breathing became ragged as I tried to remain still. He pressed his hands on my thighs and leaned over and inhaled, “Mmm…‌I’m savoring this.”

  I closed my eyes as he moved down further, his shoulder against my thighs poised for oral sex. Something I’d tried twi
ce, but had never felt overly comfortable with.

  “I can’t come that way,” I whispered.

  “Look at me,” Jonas said, calling me back to him. The look he gave was challenging and I suppressed the annoyance inside from spreading to my face. It was just a lot of pressure added to our first sexual experience together.

  “I want you to relax and feel.” He ran his fingers through my soaked labia and circled my clit. A shiver went through my body as hunger darkened his face. He bent down slowly and replaced his fingers with his tongue. I jerked as the sensation pulsed through me. His tongue was hot against me, and his sensual soft licking had me arching up to his mouth.

  “Mmm,” he hummed. He breathed me in and I shuddered, struggling to take in air. I looked down at him and his eyes were steady on me as he slid his tongue inside, in and out, then back up to circle my clit. I felt my orgasm start to build within me, but the newness held me back, along with my own thoughts, and I lost it. I was sure Jonas would give up, but he kept at it, licking slowly upwards, upwards, until my orgasm was building again. I stroked the silky strands of his hair.

  “Jonas, it feels. So…‌God. Thank you, but‌—‌”

  Growling, he started sucking ever so gently on my clit, and my mind left as though he’d flipped a switch.

  Gripping my thighs and steadying me, he pushed in his finger and crooked it inside me as his tongue pressed and sucked me relentlessly.

  “Jonas,” I yelled out as the orgasm wracked my body. I gripped his head tight, allowing the vibrations to pulse through me, moving and pressing myself against his mouth as orgasms exploded over me, breaking me apart, and I thought it was the end. But Jonas was unyielding in his attention and his mouth stayed on me.

  Gripping my ass as he buried his face deeper licking and sucking me. I cried out and moved to end it, as the sensitivity was more than I could bear. I couldn’t get away though, as wave after wave of climaxes vibrated through my body, jerking me against him. He pushed me for more than I ever had before, and held me to him until everything shredded inside me, leaving me empty, floating in utter bliss. It was only then that he willingly let me go.