Gilded Lily

by Allan, Pauline

  “Tony?” Adam’s voice cut through his dark thoughts.

  Tony withdrew his fingers and positioned the head of his cock at Lily’s wet entrance. He could feel the heat from her soft core melting against the head. “She’s ready,” he said and pushed his shaft inside her body.

  She mumbled something from under the mess of hair covering her face. Tony eased farther, letting the smooth walls of her sex hug his length. It was as if a hot blanket had been wrapped around his entire body. He shivered from the sensation and slowly pulled out of her body, watching as his skin glistened from her wetness.

  She easily spread to take all of him in. Tony’s face tensed as he heard the first wave of Adam’s assault on her back. The sound was a crash of lightning while his gentle fucking was the mist of rain. When she whimpered, his cock twitched, and he thrust his hips against her upturned ass. The time to be gentle was over. He had to fuck her. Now.

  He pressed his large hands into the flesh of her round hips and pinned her against the mattress. The association in her mind had to be made complete. The sensations she was feeling, when felt again, would make her think of Adam. Not him. Not this—the way he fucked her so hard—but the way his cock would feel when Adam was away. He wanted her to take it all, and when she closed her eyes and he pushed into her again, it was Adam’s hot breath she would feel on her cheek.

  There was no place for him anymore. He wondered if there ever really would be a place for him. Anywhere.

  The rush of pleasure captured his balls and tucked them tight against his body. The slickness sucking at his cock made him thrust harder. He took the emotions out of it all. This was about sex, about what Lily needed. It was always about what his sub needed. He was a good dom. Thoughtful and disciplined in his care. Wasn’t he?

  The belt came down again, and she tried to cry out amid the waterfall of hair covering her face. “Adam! Adam!”

  The sweet sound of her pleading voice sent Tony into a hard sweat as he fucked the pleas out of her, making them more intense.

  “That’s it, Lily,” Adam coaxed while wiping the flat side of the leather over the reddened welts he’d made on her skin. “That’s it. I’m here. How does that cock feel? That’s the cock you’ll have in my place.” He smacked the tip of the belt on her shoulder, making her flinch. “That’s the only cock you’ll have while I’m gone. Do you understand?”

  “Y-yes. Y-yes.”

  Sweat streaked down the center of Tony’s chest. He was trying not to come too soon. It’d been too long, felt too good. His muscular arms shook as he continued to hold her wiggling hips against the mattress.

  Adam caressed the pale skin of Lily’s back with the metal buckle. “She looks so sweet. Doesn’t she, Tony?”

  Tony gritted his teeth and pressed his hips against her round ass. “Fuck. Yes. Sweet.”

  “Are you ready to come?” Adam asked.

  “Yes,” Tony grunted and pulled back, only to thrust forward again. Lily cried out with each press of his hips as Adam gave her erotic commands. The sound of Adam’s voice telling Lily exactly what he wanted her to do with his cock was driving Tony mad. He loved the way Lily responded so readily to every word Adam spoke.

  “She’s so beautiful,” Adam said.

  Tony pulled out of Lily’s warm sheath and pumped his cock from root to tip. The gripping sensation traveled up the long shaft and wrestled through his entire body. Tilting his head back, he cried out. With one hand still resting on her hip, he stilled as the white liquid shot out, landing on her reddened flesh.

  Lily bucked her hips as Tony continued to cover her welts with his semen. As the last of the fluid dripped from the velvety head, he fell onto the mattress beside her. He watched as she writhed on the blanket, enjoying the sensation of his seed washing over her.

  “Adam, let’s get her cleaned up and ready for bed.” Tony stood up and started to walk to the bathroom. “You’re going to have to put her medicine on those marks tomorrow.” He walked onto the tiled floor in the loft’s bathroom and looked over his shoulder. “Give me just a minute.”

  Tony shut the bathroom door and gave Lily and Adam the privacy he felt they needed. Hell, he needed the space too. He started the shower and didn’t wait for the water to heat up. He stepped inside and winced as the icy stream hit his chest. The frigid sensation quickly started to warm as the steam built in the shower.

  He closed his eyes and felt the exhaustion from the last couple of weeks wash over him. His tense muscles relaxed under the water’s pressure. The click of the stall door startled him as a rush of cooler air drifted through the steam.

  He didn’t turn around when he felt little fingers trace the twitching muscles on his back. He closed his heavy eyelids, taking in each touch, imprinting the sensation on his brain for when he’d have to say good-bye. Actually, he wondered how she was able to stand after the fucking he’d given her, let alone the punishment Adam had dealt. He smiled. It was his poppet. She could take anything. She probably got up to feel the ache between her legs and shoulders. Naughty girl.

  As her fingers trailed over his back, around to explore his chest, he seized her hands in his own. “What are you doing in here? Where’s Adam?”

  “He’s fixing me something to drink,” Lily said before pressing a gentle kiss on the back of his shoulder.

  He sighed when he felt her rest her soft cheek between his shoulder blades. “Are you all right?”

  She took a moment to answer. “Thank you,” she whispered, just enough that he could hear her sweet voice through the water. “For giving me to him. I would’ve never found the courage, and I love you for that.”

  “I love you enough to know that.” He brought the palm of her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the smooth skin. “But you must know while he’s away, I’m still going to play with you in any manner that I want.” He finally turned to face her. His gaze drifted down as he held her hands. “You’re my poppet while he’s away, and I’ll fuck you in any way I please. Do you understand?”

  She excitedly nodded her head.

  “You’ll think of him and call his name while my cock is buried deep inside you.”

  “Yes, Tony. Yes!”

  A knock on the door was followed by the shadowy figure of Adam moving toward the shower. “You guys in there?”

  “Yes. Your little vixen came in here begging to be washed.” Tony opened the door, sliding past Lily to step on the plush rug. “She’s waiting for you.” Tony smiled and took the towel from the hook beside the shower.

  Adam peeled out of his clothes and stepped into the running water.

  Lily’s smile encompassed her entire face. “I was wondering if you were going to come in here,” she said as he took her waist into his arms.

  “Are you sore?”

  “A little,” she said.

  Tony watched through the open shower door as Adam trapped her sex with his palm. “A little? Tony, you fucked her hard. She’s so swollen.” He kissed her on the forehead and wiped the water from her brow. “How about we wait until tomorrow, and you can send me off properly?”

  “But I need you now.”

  “I need you too,” Adam said as he shut the door. Tony listened as Adam’s voice cut through the sound of the shower. “But I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. Let me get you cleaned up, and you can fall asleep in my arms. How does that sound?”

  “I can’t think of anything I’d want more,” Tony heard Lily say.

  He quickly scrubbed the towel over his wet hair and tossed it on the sink. Tony thought about what Lily had said: anything I’d want more. Tony thought of one thing he’d want more, but goddamn if he was able to find it. Maybe he never would. All he wanted to do now was get dressed, get the hell out of there, and find the nearest bottle of Scotch.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lily stood in front of the stove, cursing at the bubbling sauce. It had been over two weeks since she’d seen Tony, and the anxiety about how he was doing was finally getting to her. “Adam, come
look at this. Tony taught me how to make marinara with sausage, but this looks too thick.”

  From behind she heard the tap of a knife hitting the cutting board. “Let me check it out. My mom used to make a killer marinara with stuff she picked from her garden. She wasn’t Italian, but she loved to cook.”

  Lily eased back when Adam stood behind her to examine the red sauce in the pot. “See,” she said and stirred the wooden spoon around. “It isn’t holding together right.”

  Adam cradled her hand in his palm, and they stirred the sauce together. When he brought the spoon to his mouth, she hissed. The tip of his tongue darted out and tasted the sauce on the end of the spoon. The action was so benign, but somehow the sight of his pink tongue made her girly parts liquefy and her breath hitch.

  He glanced over. “What?” he asked before replacing the spoon back in the pot.

  Lily could feel her cheeks heat. “Nothing.” She let him take her hand in his own to start stirring again. “So, what do you think?”

  He pecked a kiss on her lips. Sure, at the moment she needed to tend to the mess of a sauce, but her greedy body was telling her something entirely different. She spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down so she could press her lips against his mouth. At first he eased against her, wrapping her waist in his strong embrace. She thought she’d gotten the upper hand, and she pushed her tongue against the seam of his lips, coaxing him to open for her.

  “My Lily Flower is feeling hot again?” he asked, then swatted her bottom.

  She yelped and started to jump back against the stove. Adam quickly spun her around to keep her from getting burned. “Careful, baby. Come here.”

  Lily felt every muscle in her body melt as he threaded his fingers through her long hair and massaged her scalp. As his other hand cupped her ass, she felt cradled in his hold. He was cherishing her, keeping her safe, and earning her trust. As timid as she’d felt when hugging Keith, afraid of his judgment when his hands would touch her ample curves, there was nothing but worship and love when she felt Adam’s hands slide across her backside.

  He dipped his head to press a kiss on her forehead. “I won’t let you get hurt. Ever. Do you believe me?”

  “Yes, Adam,” she whispered as she rubbed her cheek against his T-shirt-covered chest.

  He slipped his fingertip under her chin, tilting her attention up at him. “Look at me, Lily Flower. Tell me again.”

  “I believe you. I know that you’d never hurt me.”

  Adam leaned down to softly kiss her lips. The warmth of his breath eased through her mouth, making her push against the hard planes of his body. The strength simmering under his clothes vibrated through her sensitive skin. She remembered the way he’d held her hair on the mattress with his knees. The sting of each pass of the belt still radiated through her senses. It was as if the blackness of her passion could be wielded by the sound of his voice. The lick of the leather was an afterthought compared to the lush timbre of his deep voice.

  Adam ran his fingers through the loose hair framing her face. “You will submit to me, Lily. I will bring you every passion you desire, but I have only one request. You must give yourself over to me and trust that I’ll always know what’s best for you.”

  Could she do that? The heat from his hands rested on her cheeks before his fingers did. It was more than a gesture. It was the promise of everything she’d ever wanted. Pain with pleasure, balanced by trust and honesty. She had to at least tell him the truth.

  Lily rested her hands on top of Adam’s as his thumbs rubbed a gentle pattern back and forth on her reddening cheeks. “Adam,” she started, then stopped to start again. “Adam, I need what was given to me that night. I crave my pleasure in a way that lets me go. It’s one of the only freedoms where I can just be me. No judgment. No fear. I want that. No, I need it.”

  Safety. That’s what the core of her being knew when Adam cupped the back of her head and pressed it to his chest. He kissed the top of her head. “I can give you everything you need. I understand. What we shared on that bed was so precious to me. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Your trust and submission are things that will always bring me to my knees. So,” he said as he slipped his hand down to cup her ass, “did I get an A on the test?”

  Lily leaned back to feel his firm grip massage her backside. If they didn’t break this up really fast, the dinner she’d worked so hard on was going to burn. Wait. Let it go up in a fireball. This is heaven. The sensual rhythm of his massaging hand on the globe of her ass was making her belly flutter and her thoughts drift back to the way he’d snapped the belt on her shoulder. Heaven.

  “Test? Ah, yes. You passed with an A plus, plus, plus.” Lily giggled and rose on her toes to press a kiss on his lips. The harder she pushed, the more his mouth opened. She gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth. When he tilted his head one way, she naturally followed his lead. The sensation felt so right. The ultimate submission of her pleasure with unquestionable trust of the dom she’d always needed.

  “Oh, shit!” Adam pulled Lily aside as he stepped over to the stove. “This meal is going to take a nosedive if we don’t cool this off. Rain check?”

  Lily smiled, loving the way his lips tilted up in a naughty grin. “Definitely.”

  Adam went back to preparing the vegetables while Lily tended to the pots on the stove. “You said your mom liked to cook? I’d love to taste something she’s made sometime. Does she live in New York? I don’t remember Nicholas talking much about her.”

  The snap of the knife on the cutting board stopped. “She passed away when I was fourteen. Cancer.”

  Lily spun around, almost tipping the pot of boiling water to the floor. “Oh, Adam, I’m so sorry.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself as tight as she could against his back.

  He hugged her arms against his stomach. “She’s still with me. I can hear her voice sometimes. When I was overseas this last time, the platoon I was with was advancing on a village, and I heard her voice tell me not to go. It was a routine check, houses and stuff. I didn’t think much about it, but when my ears buzzed with her voice, I held back, and it was a miracle that I did. Two guys got shot up pretty bad. There was a sleeper cell of terrorists hiding in one of the houses. I got some good pictures after the scuffle, but I would’ve been injured if I’d been with the group that went into that house.”

  Lily couldn’t imagine the sight. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades. How many times had she wandered through this big empty house and heard her grandma’s voice echoing off the walls? The comforting memories were a lifeboat when her world seemed so off-kilter. “Oh, Adam. She’s your angel.”

  “I guess you could say that.” He laced their fingers together, and she felt the warm sensation of his lips pressing against the inside of her hand. “Come on. Let’s get your pasta in the water. We’re never going to eat at this rate.”

  Lily hugged Adam with her whole body and willed herself to finally let go. She turned to the stove and started carefully putting the strips of pasta into the steaming pot. “I hate that you have to go back to that horrible place again. It scares me to death.” She gave the pasta a quick stir.

  Adam took the bowl on the counter and started piling the contents for the salad inside. “This will be my last trip over there. I’ve got enough prints for my book, and it’s time for me to start working on getting that put together. I want to demonstrate the cycle of the war. I think this is going to be a really great piece to document history.”

  Lily grabbed two plates out of the cabinet. “I understand that,” she said as she carried the plates and silverware over to the kitchen table. “But I don’t want you to risk your life to get the ultimate picture. I’m scared, Adam.”

  He set the bowl of salad on the table next to the garlic bread and pulled her over into his arms. “I know, baby. I don’t want to go either, but I owe it to the guys. I want their storie
s told. I want the true side of war to be put out there for everyone to see. It’s not like in the movies or what the news splashes all over the TV. This is real. Real blood. Real lives being lost and heroes being made. I know it’s hard to understand, but I need you to be here for me. Can I trust you to be here for me when I get back?”

  Lily knew she’d wait. She’d wait an eternity if she had to. This felt right when everything else felt so unsure. Tony had his own life to manage, and she knew the stress was getting to him. He had been quiet lately. He had never been one to snuggle up in a blanket and share life stories, but at least he always had a smile for her. She’d spent the last several months in an anxious silence wondering if his next visit would be the last.

  Adam must have felt her body tense. He leaned away and smoothed his hand down the side of her hair. The comforting touch chased away the thoughts of Tony. She nuzzled her cheek in the palm of his hand. If he didn’t come back from overseas, what would she do? Her chest clenched with the realization that he’d be in extreme danger. The thought of him lying hurt somewhere, leaving her for good? She wiped her tear-soaked cheek against his fingers.

  “I’ve grown strong over the last year, Adam. I have. But I don’t know if I can handle you never coming back.”

  Adam wrapped his arms around her waist and ducked down so she could look up into his eyes. “Hey,” he said and gently ran his thumb over her damp cheek. “I’ll be back. I promise. I won’t leave you, baby. You’re my oasis in the desert. Now, no more talk about war. Let’s eat before everything gets cold.”

  Lily knew this would be her first real test. Tony’s lessons and training would come full circle as she tried to navigate through the days and nights, waiting for Adam to call or send word that he was healthy and coming home. She sat down at the table and tried to hide her shaking hands by fixing their plates.