Gilded Cage

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  She narrowed her eyes. Brandon was trying to fool himself. She wasn’t buying it one bit.

  Lillian turned off the faucet and stepped out from the shower, feeling refreshed. She grabbed a towel and dried her body. Her clothes were piled up on the edge of the sink, but she had no intention of putting them back on. She had hatched a devious plan during her long shower. Lillian wanted him. Her knight in shining armour. Now or never.

  She wasn’t doing it because she felt obligated to pay for his service with her body. Or because she’d developed some kind of attachment to her rescuer like Brandon had told her while they were eating. Lillian wanted him because she liked him. Anyway, ‘like’ was such an understatement. She’d had a big crush on him to begin with. And besides, Lillian was curious. About sex. About the joy of giving her body to a man she liked.

  Now or never.

  Brandon was sleeping on the sofa when she came out from the bathroom. Half his legs were dangling from the armrest and his head was propped up with his jacket. It couldn’t be comfortable sleeping like that. The sofa was too small for his tall frame. Yet he refused to sleep in the bed. Talk about a man of his word.

  “Brandon?”

  His eyes remained closed as he acknowledged her with a grunt that sounded like, “What?”

  Lillian squeezed her way between the sofa and the coffee table, and settled herself next to him. He opened up his eyes as she hugged him and curled into him like a contented cat.

  “Lillian.”

  “Yes?” she purred, snuggling closer.

  His warmth felt comforting. His scent too. A good male scent, unlike Stanford with his nauseating cigarette stench.

  Brandon sat up abruptly, sending her tumbling to the floor. “I’m sorry,” he told her, helping her sit on the coffee table. He drew a sharp inhalation when he found her only wrapped in a towel.

  “Is this your way of saying you don’t like me?”

  “It’s not…”

  “I do this because I like you. Not because I feel obligated because you saved me.” Lillian laughed nervously. “I have a confession. I had a big crush on you ever since I saw you on the terrace. I thought you’re the hottest guy alive.”

  He snorted.

  “You don’t think you’re hot?”

  He snorted again.

  “Well, you know what your problem is? You think too much. Can we, for once, just go with the flow and see where it takes us? If you don’t want me because you don’t like me, that’s fine. I won’t bother you anymore. I thought about the kiss we had. That must mean something…”

  “God.” Brandon looked torn as if he was battling his own personal demon. Silence stretched between them until he finally spoke. “You’re tempting me, Lillian.”

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  “Very bad thing.”

  “Well.” Now or never. She fisted his collar and slowly pulled him towards her. “Who said I’m a good girl in the first place?”

  “Rapunzel is supposed to be a good girl.”

  “Rapunzel?”

  “You remind me of Rapunzel. Long blonde hair.” Brandon brushed her wet braids with the tip of his fingers. “Lonesome in the tall tower imprisoned by a cruel witch.”

  “Until one day her prince comes to set her free.”

  “Prince, huh?”

  “You’re my prince. My hero.” Lillian decided to take the initiative. She didn’t know much about seducing a man since Brandon was the first person she’d ever been helplessly enamoured with. But one thing she knew, she wanted him as badly as she needed her next breath. She pulled him closer and brushed her lips on his. God. Breath caught in her throat. His lips felt so warm. So soft. The light brush had jolted a high octane of lust within her, searing her being with fire. Suddenly, the ache between her thighs intensified. She moistened. Was it normal for a virgin like her to have such wanton feelings like this? Hell, she didn’t care. All she wanted now was him. Very, very badly.

  Lillian sighed and kissed him. Gently. A flash of fear flared across her mind that he might reject her. She waited for any sign to show he’d push her away and tell her to stop, but he didn’t, his intense eyes drowned her in pure heat. A low moan escaped his throat. He kissed her back. A nibble, really, but that was all the confirmation she needed. She knew it. He wanted her, too, despite the invisible walls he had put between them, despite the way he called her kid and treated her like one, despite the ten thousand reasons he’d lectured her on why she shouldn’t want him as her lover. God. It felt like a dream come true.

  Her heart leapt when Brandon slipped a hand on the back of her head and deepened his kiss. He did want her and she hadn’t completely made a fool of herself. Her nipples hardened. Pussy clenched.

  “Lillian.” He breathed out between the kisses.

  The strained silky rasp of his voice made her spine tingle and her skin prick with untainted lust.

  He broke the kiss and caressed her face lovingly. “No matter what your father might have said to you, those words weren’t true. You’re beautiful. Perfect in every way. Too perfect, in fact.”

  Her heart swelled from his praise. Her head bubbled with headiness, she felt drunk. Lillian crushed her mouth on his and kissed him greedily. He groaned and mauled her back. He nibbled her bottom lip. Upper lip. His tongue plunged into her mouth, sweeping over her palate, over her teeth, plundering what she had to offer. Her breath laboured when he nibbled the side of her jaw. Electric shivers coursed down her spine. The way he licked her…Lillian shivered. Morsels of delights exploded beneath her skin. She felt so hot. So needy…was it normal to have such a wanton feeling like this?

  His hot breath seared her skin. Her toes curled in pleasure when he grazed and kissed her neck. She gripped his shoulders. The sensation. Unbelievably wicked. She panted as Brandon slowly licked the hollow of her throat, down to her shoulder blade and paused just before her cleavage. He swallowed hard, his eyes shifted up, demanding of her.

  “You really want this?” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust.

  “Yes.” The sound of her own voice surprised her. She was growling like a starving beast. Hungry. In dire need of him. “So, my prince, do you want me?”

  “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.”

  “Really?”

  Brandon grunted. He swept her off the coffee table and deposited her in his lap. “God.” He yanked her towel down, exposing her naked body.

  Her heartbeat turned erratic. Being naked in front of him was different. She shivered with anticipation. Anticipation of being caressed. Fondled. Loved.

  “There’s no turning back once I take you. Don’t think I’ll be able to let you go if you’re mine.”

  She curled her arms around his shoulders. “Don’t want to. I want to be with you. Forever.”

  “Forever is a long time, Lillian.”

  “I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

  He groaned. “Tempting, so tempting…”

  Lillian kissed him again. “Touch me.”

  And he did. His rough hands—battle-honed soldier’s hands—swept over her naked skin with the tenderness of an experienced lover.

  He undid her braids, letting her hair fall all over her. He seemed fascinated by her long tresses. Brandon fisted a handful of her strands and inhaled the scent of her hair. He touched and kissed every inch of skin he could get his hands on to. He worshipped her, loved her.

  Lillian trembled in his presence. Brandon was different, and being with him made her feel safe, cherished, protected and pleasured.

  “So, perfect,” he rasped, his hands tightening around her breasts.

  Her breath hitched. The pleasure, she was amazed. Unbelievable.

  His palms enveloped her flesh in a perfect fit as if that part of her body was made just for that very purpose, for his pleasure. He kneaded her breasts, gently at first, then he seemed as if he couldn’t stop himself from showing her how much power he had over her.

  She loved it. She loved everything tha
t he did to her.

  “Good?”

  Lillian nodded.

  Brandon found her nipples and rolled the hard nubs with his fingers. “Like it?”

  Lillian wanted to melt in an instant. “Oh.” She squirmed. Deep drawing pleasure thrummed from her nipples straight to her centre, making her pussy even wetter with desire.

  “Lillian, you’re so sweet. I want to nibble every inch of you.” As if inspired by his words, Brandon leaned over and took one nipple into his mouth.

  “Brandon!”

  Her heart pounded in her throat. Lillian instinctively clawed at his shoulders and writhed. The pleasure. So wickedly good. God. He sucked her hard, trapping her nipple between his tongue and the roof his mouth. She quivered, feeling as if the last strand of her sanity was dangling from a thin thread. His mouth felt so hot. She was burning up when the tip of his tongue circled the peak of her nipple. He continued to suck her as if his life depended on it.

  “Bran…”

  He popped her nipple out of his mouth and took her unmolested one.

  “…don!” Her scream evaporated in her throat. Her spine kinked as she arched back in pleasure. She shut her eyes, and still she could see the kaleidoscope of pleasure painted before her. So wondrously sinful. How could this be possible? Did sex always feel this good? What else didn’t she know?

  She had to discover everything.

  He released her nipple and buried his face in her cleavage, filling his lungs with her scent as if he couldn’t get enough of everything she had to offer. “Sweet Lillian.” Brandon groped her thighs. One of his hands slipped on her pussy. He groaned with delight to find her very wet. “Straddle me, babe. I want to see you…”

  Babe. She liked the way he called her, “Babe.” Intimate. Seductive. Passionate as if he acknowledged she was his lover. Giddy, Lillian did what he asked. She wedged her legs beside his thighs and settled in his lap. Her bare sex pressed against his groin. Lillian could feel him, his bulging erection. Hard and unsated. Even the thick fabric of his jeans couldn’t hide the fact that he was as excited as she was. Did all men always feel this hard when they got aroused? Lillian was curious. She groped him and squeezed his erection.

  Goodness. His cock twitched.

  “Fuck,” he panted. “What are you trying to do? Make me come faster?”

  “You don’t want that?”

  Brandon laughed. “With you…no. Hell no. I want to savour every moment with you, make tonight last forever.”

  His words made her shiver. God, she felt the same way. It was her wedding night after all, and she was glad she had ended up with him, the man of her dream.

  He grabbed her hands and placed them on his shoulders. “Be still, my heart. I want to show you something.”

  Ooh. “What’s that?”

  “Close your eyes.”

  She didn’t want to because she hated to miss anything, but the tone in his voice dictated he didn’t like being disobeyed. Lillian closed her eyes. Her breathing was sparse. She couldn’t contain the excitement she was feeling.

  Deprived from her sight, her other senses sharpened. She noticed the way he breathed, laboured as if he was restraining himself from ravishing her, of which she didn’t mind at all. And the sounds he made, low rasps of desire, feral, as if she was one true delight he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into, which also, she didn’t mind considering how treacherous his mouth was when he sucked and marked her nipples.

  Brandon drew a sharp inhalation as he ran his hands from her thighs to her pussy. “Your skin’s so soft. I love it.” One of his arms curled around her waist, securing her while the other cupped her wet mound. “Blonde,” he remarked.

  A heartbeat later, it registered into her brain that Brandon was talking about her pubis.

  “You’re so unreal, babe…”

  Lillian went all bubbly inside. “Bran…”

  “Be still.” He stroked her curls, feeling her wet seam. His thumb found her clitoris and rubbed her with such tenderness, it invoked all kinds of aches within her.

  Her pussy clenched. A drop of sexual moisture seeped from her entrance. She squirmed. What he did felt so good, she felt some kind of frustration, something unfamiliar, an urgent need to take her higher where the final completion would set her free. “Brandon.”

  “Sssh. Tell me how good this feels.”

  Brandon captured her clit with his thumb and forefinger, rolling it like he had with her nipples.

  She fidgeted. “I-I…” The pleasant aches intensified. The erratic beat of her heart turned into a wild tribal dance. Heat rising. Molten ecstasy surged through her at a dizzying speed. Incinerating her alive. Burning. How could this possible? The pleasure was so…

  “Good?”

  “I…” Lillian opened up her eyes, slurring like a drunk.

  “I know what will make you feel even better.” He plucked her clit and slid a finger along her pussy lips.

  “Oh my…” She stiffened.

  Brandon’s finger touched her entrance, the source of her frustrating aches. He circled her with the tip of his finger, as if he was afraid he would break something precious.

  “Babe.” Brandon pulled her body closer.

  Her belly grazed his. Her naked breasts pressed against his clothed chest. But the hand in her pussy stayed, finger tickling, teasing. Waiting.

  Waiting for what? Frustration ambushed her unsuspected. She wanted this. To be touched. To be fucked. By him. Lillian forced a word that sounded like a whimper. “Please…”

  Something in his eyes sparked then blazed. “You sure?”

  “Damn sure. Please…”

  Brandon swallowed hard. His Adam’s Apple bobbed. He pushed his finger into her cunt until his palm pressed against her vulva. Lillian swallowed a lungful of air. Brandon released one. Her pussy clenched instinctively around his finger. Her muscles tightened as if they protested the intrusion.

  He rubbed her. Gently. Lillian swooned. It felt so intimate being touched in there, in her innermost secret that no one had ever touched before. His rough finger ground against the tight walls of her pussy, slick with her cream. His thumb found her clit again. He stimulated her in tandem.

  Lillian quivered like a fish out of water. It was a thousand-fold of pleasure. Sinfully good. Wickedly good. And all that good couldn’t be described through words. She had to experience it firsthand to understand. The pleasure stretched higher…and higher. Her pussy quivered. Her body tensed. She clawed his shoulders, sinking her nails into his tee.

  “Lillian.” Brandon parted his lips slightly. “Kiss me…”

  He didn’t have to tell her twice. Lillian mashed her lips on his, kissing him with hunger. Brandon mauled her in return, pushing his tongue into her mouth, claiming her as his with a sudden ferocity. He drank her. She devoured him back. Ravenously. He finger fucked her faster and faster and suddenly it hit her, a force so brutal, so damnably nerve-wrecking, it swept her to Neverland.

  Lillian tore her mouth from him and yelled. “Brandon!” She gasped. Panted. Writhed. Fireworks exploded before her eyes. Her body shook. Her pussy spasmed and gushed juice. Waves of red-hot pleasure consumed her whole. She shivered. The ecstasy felt so exquisite and addicting.

  What was that? Wide-eyed, Lillian tried to recognise the remarkable phenomena that had just happened to her. Was that…an orgasm?

  “You mean, you’ve never had one before?” Brandon looked surprised.

  Her face burned. She didn’t think she’d voiced her question out loud.

  “Oh babe.” He kissed her lips. “I should show you more things, then. Let’s get you to bed.” Brandon pulled his finger out and licked it dry.

  Lillian was mesmerised by it. Do men like tasting a woman’s juice?

  “Delicious,” he told her. “I want some more.”

  “Wait…” Lillian squirmed. “My turn.”

  He turned his head to one side.

  She groped his hard cock. “I want to see you.”

  Ra
punzel wanted to see him? Well…Brandon spread his arms aside. “I’m all yours, babe.”

  “All mine?” She turned frisky. A mischievous grin blossomed.

  “All yours.”

  Her eyes shone as she lifted his tee. He found her child-like curiosity very amusing. Lillian unwrapped him as if he was the one toy she’d always wanted for Christmas. Brandon pulled his tee over his head. Lillian’s pretty lips formed a big ‘O’ when he was shirtless. She seemed fascinated with the sight of the tattoos on his right arm. His ink-master friend had tattooed a phoenix rising from the ashes the day he’d become a black op. Then, underneath it, was a bleeding heart when Charlene filed for divorce. Corny, indeed, but at that time, he felt as if his world had crumbled to pieces when the only woman he’d loved had gotten fed up with his job and him never being around for her. Lillian’s eyes strayed to his belly where he had a seven-inch scar across his abs, a parting gift from a Lebanese spy he had killed three years ago. Brandon half-expected she would ask where he’d gotten that scar from. She didn’t.

  Her big doe eyes slid up, met his and held his gaze. “You’re a beautiful man, Brandon-chan.”

  He never considered himself good looking. Nevertheless, the praise delighted him. She lowered her head and kissed him on the lips. Jesus. He couldn’t remember the last time he had kissed someone this sweet. His cock throbbed under his pants, protesting. His balls swelled against the teeth of the zipper to the point it hurt. Brandon grabbed her naked ass and squeezed her.

  She moaned and ground her pussy on his cock.

  God. That alone made his erection even harder. He didn’t know how long he could last before he surrendered to his primal instinct and ravished her. “Babe…”

  Lillian answered him with a soft, kittenish purr. She continued kissing the side of his jaw, down to his neck, and stopped just before his pectorals. “Your nipples.” She plucked the hard nubs. “Are they as sensitive as a woman’s?”