Gilded Lily

by Allan, Pauline

  Lily looked down. Tony had unfastened his jeans and was stroking his long shaft in his palm. She physically felt the loss of contact. The emotions scattering through her senses left her wanting and needing more. Fresh tears began to flow over her cheeks as he slid his hand up and over the head of the engorged cock.

  Lily held her breath as she relished the sheer beauty of it. The way the clear nectar gathered at the tip, only to be smeared over the bulging head. She did miss being filled with the warmth of a man. He was making her grieve and plead.

  “See, poppet, those toys are not cocks. This is a cock.”

  She nodded, never removing her gaze from it, enthralled, mesmerized by the sensual sight. “Yes.” Her gaze rose and fell with his hand. He spun her around again.

  The whip snapped, leaving another welt across the middle of her back. The blackness engulfed her as the warm breeze greeted her belly again. This time she felt every rustle of the wind, every turn of the air. It hugged her back and shoulders, caressing her buttocks and tickling her fresh marks. The sensation of her hot welts was heightened by the mere movement of the slight wind. She needed to come.

  She felt the heat from Tony’s warm cock as he spread her backside and nestled the thick shaft in the sensitive crevice. She rocked her hips against him, making him moan. She winced, then melted with the sharp sensation of his teeth biting into the flesh on the side of her neck. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, offering herself to him.

  His shirt stung her marks as he pushed closer. She pushed back as far as her arms would allow, making her shoulders burn. Her hands had grown numb ages ago. He wrapped his arm around her waist, trailing his finger down her belly and over the moist curls below. Desperation opened her thighs to him. As he nibbled on her ear, she shuddered. The handle of the whip entered her yet again.

  “Take it all in, poppet,” Tony encouraged as he pressed against her backside. Her moans grew louder. She trusted him, knew he could sense her reaching her release. He untied her hands and let her fall onto the soft grass below. With the whip still hanging from her sex, she remained on her hands and knees.

  Her labored breathing came in jagged waves. She kept her eyes closed, taking in all he was giving. With her back and shoulders burning, throbbing, he tapped the handle, driving the firm rod in even farther. She opened her eyes to see the large oak before her. She looked to her wrists, red and raw. Her arms began to shake and her legs tremble.

  Another slap of the handle.

  She held her breath as her orgasm began to teeter on the verge. One more slap and she wouldn’t be able to hold on. Tony kept a firm grip on the whip as he drove the thrusts into her.

  He pounded his naked cock against the inflamed welts lacing her backside. She soon came in a burst of light. Her body grew rigid before it tipped over the edge and writhed with an explosion of pleasure. He rode her to the last twitch of her satisfied body.

  Tony withdrew the whip from her dripping sex and replaced it with three fingers. His touch was gentle, loving as he slid his long fingers in and out to smear her cum over the swollen lips surrounding her channel.

  Her body melted with the soft sensation of his lips pressed against the back of her ear. “There, poppet. Now you’ve been properly punished.”

  ADAM LOOKED AROUND the large living room, inspecting the many boxes he’d accumulated over the past several days. He dropped on the leather couch and propped his feet on the cushioned coffee table. The photo album he’d found in the closet was one he recognized. The familiar book had been tucked on the shelf in his father’s study back home.

  He wiped the dust from the dark blue cover. His heart ached as he turned the pages, looking at the pictures of him and Nick, unfolding their childhood history. Nick had always liked to swim. There were several pictures of the summers at the lake house. Adam stopped on a photo of himself. Tall and skinny, standing on the pier, teaching Nick how to dive. He gently fingered the edge of the faded photo.

  Finally, after days of hounding, their father had agreed to let the boys camp by the lake. Adam had been so proud he’d been able to start the fire. He’d earned his fire safety badge the summer before. Nick, forgoing the scouting club, had chosen to go to science camp instead.

  He laughed as he turned the page to find Nick’s prom picture from his senior year in high school. Adam’s was posted on the next page. Adam had worn a black suit while Nick had chosen a bright red dinner jacket and faded jeans. What a pair. How could two brothers be so different, yet so close?

  Adam closed the album and rested his head on the back of the couch. His thoughts drifted from Nick to Lily. He grinned as he recalled how nervous she’d been when he tugged on the back of her dress. He liked the wild, uneasy look veiling her eyes. She’d been set off-balance, and he found the way she’d scampered over to Tony so damn cute. But who was this guy, and why was Lily so drawn to him? Nick hadn’t mentioned a Tony in any of his letters.

  Nick had written that Lily was single. Adam figured Nick and Lily had some kind of friends-with-benefits thing going on, but he’d never planned on some other guy mixed in the equation. And what in the hell was up with the red marks on her back? Did Tony have something to do with it? If he’d hurt her, there would be hell to pay. Adam would make sure of that.

  Lily…

  He slipped farther down on the couch and rubbed his chest. He couldn’t recall ever having such an immediate, electric reaction to a woman before. Sure, there had been others, but none like Lily. He had just met her and had to know more. He realized Nick’s letters, full of stories of lazy afternoons and peaceful nights, had been hiding something.

  Adam’s gut recoiled as he thought about his contract for Afghanistan. His flight would leave in September, and he’d land his ass right in the middle of the shit again. He’d never felt such dread to leave on assignment. Until now.

  He turned his head. The soft leather cradled his cheek as he watched the sun’s rays dip behind the tree line. Thoughts of Nick lingered in the back of his mind. He was too tired to lift his head. Too tired to think about what could have been for him and his brother: the words left unspoken, the laughs left unheard. He was too exhausted to cry. Vaguely able to tell the difference between the sounds of the birds chirping outside the screen door or the clock ticking on the wall, all his senses were starting to meld together as sleep finally came to claim him.

  Adam jerked upright. A sense of panic took him as he looked around the room. He rubbed his eyes, trying to focus. His neck felt tight and his stomach nauseated. The sound of gunshots rang in his ears. The stench of burning flesh festered in his nose. He shook his head.

  A silver film shimmered in the darkness. Flares? No. Moonlight? Yes, moonlight. The glow filtered through the windows, making shadows dance on the walls. He was at Nick’s. A sigh of relief. He leaned back against the sofa.

  A new panic gripped him. What time was it? He shot up and turned on the lamp. He looked at his watch. Seven forty-five. Damn, just enough time.

  The hot water running over his tired shoulders felt good as he relinquished his thoughts to the steam. He remembered Tony’s gentle coaxing of Lily to let him come over. Wait. He slapped his palm against the tile. Now he recalled one of Nick’s letters had spoken briefly of a Tony, but never as Lily’s companion. There was a mention of him being Lily’s friend. Adam lathered the coconut-scented shampoo through his hair and smiled. He’s just a friend.

  As the water rained over his head, he swiped the suds from his face. The memory of Ellen, his fiancée, on the day before he left for Iraq pierced his thoughts. She had looked so pretty—pure—standing in the terminal. But Adam knew at that moment he didn’t want pretty or pure. He wanted dirty and sexy. She’d promised to make all the arrangements with her mother. They’d have the wedding when he returned.

  “We’ll have everything ready when you get back,” Ellen had said as she and her mother both waved good-bye.

  Adam rinsed the shampoo from his hair. He flinched with the memory,
recalling the sight of her when he’d returned and the hurt he’d caused. He hadn’t been ready for that step. He figured he probably hadn’t been ready for it when he boarded the plane but hadn’t been strong enough to say it.

  Taking the soap from the dish, he examined his hands. The scars had healed well. The doctor in the makeshift emergency room had been Iraqi. Adam rubbed the soap between his palms, remembering the pain when they removed the glass, piece by piece, from the mangled flesh. So fucking lucky. He could still use his hands.

  Shaking his head to release the thought, he rubbed his lathered hands over his chest and down his lean torso, feeling every ridge that laced his tight stomach, and even farther down until the tips of his fingers rubbed the rough curls at the base of his dick. He smirked. He wasn’t the same skinny kid anymore. Adam cupped his heavy scrotum and massaged the soap over his half-stiffened cock.

  God, did Lily think about him as much as he did about her? He stroked the hard shaft, letting his fantasy continue until he spilled cum all over the shower floor. Adam laughed. When was the last time he’d come that fast and that fucking hard? Never! Goddamn, his need was insatiable. Ellen had always joked about him going blind. Finally, one night she screamed at him to get off her and go to the bathroom to finish.

  He’d never initiated sex with her again.

  Six weeks later he was in the middle of mortar blasts and gunfire.

  Sex was the one element of his relationship with his ex that had always suffocated him. He was too rough. Too bossy. Too needy. Before he’d left her standing in her apartment for the last time, she’d scorned him for his unrealistic desires. He looked down at his penis. Yep, still hard. He furrowed his brow. Maybe she was right. There isn’t a respectable woman out there who’d put up with me.

  Well, maybe one. At least he could hope, dream about her being able to take him. Hell, she took the pain; from the look of her back, she could withstand damn near anything. Adam leaned into the water, put his palm against the warm tile, and tipped his head under the steady stream. Yeah, she could take it. Somehow he knew she was up for whatever he could dish out. He leaned back and wiped the droplets from his face. He remembered seeing a woman’s back laced with red lines when he went to one of the clubs. The guy standing behind the sub was wielding a thin cane. Again and again he’d slap the cane against her back as the woman held on to the bar suspended above her head.

  Is that how Lily got her marks? Had her arms been numb from being suspended above her head? Adam felt his cock twitch. He cupped his balls and spread his legs. Lily, on all fours, with her ass up in the air. Yeah, that was what he wanted to see. That round ass upturned for him to do whatever he pleased. He slid his hand higher and cradled the stiff shaft in his palm. God, he had to come again. Would she want a crowd to watch? Would she sway her lush hips in invitation for the riding crop he gripped?

  Adam stroked harder. The image of Lily’s red ass where he’d bent her over his knee to spank her slammed into his thoughts, and he came again.

  “Fuck. Fuck,” he murmured as he milked the last of the white liquid from the end of his cock. He laughed and grabbed the shampoo from the wire rack hanging behind the showerhead. “Lily, you’re going to drive me insane.”

  TONY WATCHED LILY walk down the hall, tying the terry-cloth sash on her bathrobe. When she entered the spacious kitchen, he stood behind the center island, trying to hide the raging hard-on he’d been sporting since dinner.

  “Adam will be here soon,” Tony said as he tipped a small glass jar in her direction. He twisted the metal cap and dipped his fingers into the salve. “Are you excited to see him again? Come here. Let’s get this on you. I have a feeling you’re going to be sore for a while.”

  Lily sighed and whispered, “I am excited to see him again.” She untied the sash, letting the robe fall into a pile around her feet.

  “Did you enjoy the shower?” He was pleased when she nodded. “Good. Now lean over the counter for me.”

  She complied and stretched her torso over the smooth wooden countertop. Tony wedged his lean waist against her backside, pressing his groin against the round globes. Careful not to grind his cock too hard, he lightly circled his hips. Lily’s soft moan made his cock weep. God, he wanted to fuck tonight. It was going to take more concentration than ever to keep his dick in his pants and his hands to himself.

  The first swipe of ointment across her reddened skin made her startle. With trembling fingers, he massaged the slick lotion into the marks he’d made. She never liked this part of her treatment, but she’d learned how important it was to take care of herself.

  Tony felt her body relax against the counter as he worked the ointment into the tender skin below her shoulder. “I’m happy to hear that. I want you to be happy to see him. Your happiness means a lot to me. You know that, don’t you?”

  She rested her cheek on her folded forearms. “Yes, I do.”

  “Good,” he said and applied firm, smooth pressure as he massaged between her shoulder blades. With both hands he carefully kneaded the inflamed flesh. The skin had grown ruddy and swollen. He swiped his palm over the smooth areas on her back. His cock twitched. She rolled her hips again, and he fisted the back of her hair. A smart tug, and she whimpered.

  “Stop it,” he said through clenched teeth. “Don’t do that again.”

  She winced when he slapped her on the ass. He couldn’t help but smile as he helped her stand up. She turned around and her fawn-like eyes examined him before looking down at the floor. “I may be your trainer and protector,” he said as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “but you’re so hard to resist sometimes.”

  “Tony, you’re so sweet to me,” she murmured before lifting on tiptoe to gently press her lips to his cheek. He closed his eyes, imprinting the feeling into his brain.

  She leaned down to pick up the crumpled robe and pull it over her shoulders. “Don’t forget we have to get the plans together for the Voodoo Ball.” She slid past him and took a glass from the cabinet. “We have to get the invitations out by next week.” She poured a glass of orange juice and sipped it as she stared out the French doors. “It won’t be the same without him here.”

  Tony walked up beside her and watched as the moon hung just above the tree line.

  “But Adam will be here,” she said. “That’ll be interesting,”

  “How so?” he asked.

  “He’s a bit forward,” she shyly commented. “I mean, not in a bad way. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something keeping him guarded. Don’t you think?”

  “I think he seems all right.” He turned to her. “You seemed a bit guarded in the beginning too, if I remember right.”

  “Yeah, but that was different,” she said and pressed her hand against the glass pane. “I had needs and desires. I wonder if he even knew that Nicholas slept with men.” She huffed. “He’d probably disown him.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that. Some men need a little of the right approach.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her around. “You like to watch two cocks fucking,” he teased, letting her thigh nestle between his legs to feel the erection slumbering against his zipper.

  A blush crept over her face, revealing the hidden truth. She slapped him on the chest. “Stop teasing me.”

  “Teasing?” He turned her around and pressed her against the door, grinding his cock against her ass, leaning his nose against the nape of her neck to smell the scent of her honeysuckle shower gel. He inhaled deeply, forcing his brain to keep this scent in his memory forever. “Oh, poppet, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  BY THE TIME Adam stepped from the end of the path, it was nine thirty. Tony was standing on the veranda with a cloud of smoke billowing from the cigar he was already working on. Adam walked across the lawn, taking his time to steady his uneasy breaths. Where was she? Would she be glad to see him?

  When Adam reached the back porch, Tony walked over to the steps and extended his hand. Adam gave it a firm shake
. “Have a seat,” Tony offered.

  Adam sat down in one of the large wicker chairs.

  “Do you like Scotch or would you rather have a beer?” Tony asked.

  “I’d take a Scotch.”

  Tony poured the amber liquid into a short-stemmed glass. He handed it over to Adam along with a fat, rolled cigar. “Here, my good man. Let me get that.” Tony snipped the end of the Cuban before handing Adam the lighter.

  Adam leaned back into the chair and puffed on the earthy tobacco. “So how in the hell did you get these?” He tipped the end of his cigar in Tony’s direction. “Wait, maybe I don’t want to know.”

  Smoke drifted from between Tony’s lips as he said, “I have my ways. Trust me. It was easy. I have a patient who owed me a couple of favors. Besides, I like to have things I have to work for, forbidden things. I enjoy owning things.”

  “I have a feeling you have a lot of people who owe you favors.” Adam laughed and leaned back into the chair. “This place is beautiful.”

  Tony nodded. “Yes, it is. It has quite a history too.” He took a languid puff from the Montecristo. “Local stories tell of abominations done on this land. Men and women worked to death. It’s horrible to think such atrocities happened here. But there were other things that took place on this property too. Lurid things.”

  Adam nursed the Scotch. “Really? What kind of lurid things?”

  Tony glanced over to Adam and gave him a rogue’s smile. “Parties, voodoo, affairs of the heart. The usual.”

  Adam’s lips curled into a mocking grin. “I see. All kinds of unsavory activity.”

  “Tell me, how long were you in Iraq?” Tony asked abruptly, catching Adam off guard. “Lily told me you’d been there taking pictures.”

  With a twinge, Adam took down the last of the Scotch. “I was there for a little over a year.”

  “Must’ve been hard to see all of that.”

  “That’s why I watched it behind a lens,” Adam said before taking another puff from the cigar. “Made it seem less real, I guess.”