Untaming Lily Wilde

by Olivia Fox

  Lily drew her hands across the hard ripples of Seb’s stomach. “Why are you telling me this?” She asked, too distracted to care about his tailor.

  He grabbed either side of her collar and pulled, ripping the buttons from her top, sending them haphazard about the room, clinking against the enamel tiles. “Because,” he said, “I keep wanting to tear your clothes off.” He bent down to kiss the most sensitive, softest part of her neck, running his lips from just below her jaw line up to her ear. His warm breath set her nerve endings on fire, as he unhooked her bra and slipped it from her shoulders. His hands trailed down to the top button of her pinstriped work trousers. Quick as a flash, Lily’s hands shot down to stop his.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “They’re my only pair.”

  He laughed, carefully unbuttoning her fly. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll leave some of your wardrobe in tact.”

  As Lily’s clothes fell about her heals, she pulled Seb’s belt free of his trousers. This time, he stopped her.

  “I almost forgot”, he said. “I got you a present.” He retrieved a shiny black carrier bag from his jacket pocket and instructed Lily to turn around - ‘no peeking’ - while he got it ready.

  Lily was familiar enough with the packaging at Thrills to know that black bags generally mean sex shop, but though she tried to sneak a look in the over-sink mirror, the glass was too steamed up for her to make sense of the pink blob she was seeing.

  “OK, turn round,” he said, placing something in his back pocket. He passed Lily a pink, plastic egg with a small loop of string attached to its base.

  “A love egg?” She asked, turning it over, looking for an ‘on’ button. There was none. She shook it. Nothing. “So what do I do with it? You know - besides sticking it up there?”

  Seb pulled a small pink remote control from his pocket. “You don’t do anything. That’s my job.” He pressed a button and the egg started vibrating in her hand. He pressed another and the vibrations doubled in frequency. “And guess what -” he said.

  “What?”

  “It just so happens to be waterproof.” He took her hand, with the egg clutched inside, and pushed it down into her knickers. “Take your time. Get yourself wet first.”

  Lily didn’t need much build up; the evening had been a roller coaster ride of tantalizing notions, and her juices were well and truly flowing. He held her face in his hands, stroking back her hair, and kissed her passionately, his tongue caressing her mouth as she pushed the quivering egg up inside her. She nearly collapsed to her knees through the power of it, but Seb held her steady, his hard cock bulging through his trousers, pressing into her belly. He dipped the power to a low buzz.

  “Think you can manage to climb in the tub?” he laughed. He shuffled out of his trousers and offered her his hand, steadying her as she climbed into the bath, then climbing in too, sitting behind her and scissoring her body with his legs. He pulled her against him, laying her head on her chest, his hard cock nestled against the small of her back.

  Confined within the tub, and restrained by Seb’s enveloping body, she allowed herself to melt against his chest. Her hair floated, semi-submerged around her shoulders, and steam rose about her, as her muscles kissed tension goodbye. And then the real fun began.

  Straight away, as Seb amped up the power, Lily’s nipples responded, pricking into little mini-erections, breaking through the surface of the water. Her muscles clenched with a new kind of tension, as he slid his free hand around to stroke her breasts, circling his thumb around each tingling nipple in turn. The vibrations were too much. Totally overpowering. A relentless rush of pure sensation. His hand slid down below the surface, stroking against her belly, then trailing down further, toying with the lips to her vulva as she groaned, signaling the closeness of her climax… and the bastard dipped the power.

  “More,” she begged him.

  “More?” He said. “Like this?” He upped the power to MAX.

  Lily stifled a groan, but his fingers felt her thighs tighten, racing towards their finish line, and again he switched the current down to zilch.

  “You’re an evil, evil human being,” she panted.

  Lily's own hands reached instinctively between her legs, searching for her release.

  "No you don't." Seb held his arm tight across her body, pinning her arms in place. "All in good time," he said, "First we're going to talk."

  "About what?!" Man was he enjoying this.

  "About what you're going to do for me once we're done."

  She fought through the fog of lust clouding her thoughts. "Urgh. I'm going to whoop your butt for starters."

  "You can try," he said with a smile, clearly finding this hilarious.

  "Then I guess - if you apologize for your unbelievable meanness - I might be persuaded to kiss you - someplace...”

  "You'll have to do better than that. I want some creativity."

  "Your cock. I'll kiss your dick. OK?!" She groaned, "Providing you grovel."

  He sighed. "Try again."

  "Oh, Christ - fine - no grovelling. Whatever. Just a… mind-melting… jizz-balling… come-fest of a blow job. Lips, tongue, hands... youthful enthusiasm... What else could you possibly ask for?"

  She could feel the spasm of an ill-suppressed laugh rippling against her back. He loosened his hold on her arms and, finally, he let the vibrations fly full whack. The effect was immediate. Her toes pressed firm against the bath edge. Her thighs shuddered in anticipation, and BAM! Her vagina was kneading that egg like a stress-ball in a fist; squeezing, dilating, contracting around it in a frenzy of wet heat, which built, built, built, until the final waves thrashed through her in total muscle-spasming glory. Her fingers rubbed at her clit; her butt and thighs clenched around her hand as a smaller, secondary orgasm echoed the first, hammering out it’s pulse across the surface of her sex.

  She held her limbs braced, riding out every last thrum of pleasure until a light shiver of completion turned her muscles to blancmange, and she sank back into Seb’s hold.

  "Jizz-balling, huh?"

  Lily smiled, sighed, then carefully de-egged. "I was thinking under pressure."

  As the fog of orgasm cleared, the questions which had been rattling around her head since dinner, began to resurface. There was so much she didn’t know about Seb and Ana. It was hard to know where to start. She lay her head against Seb’s chest and hoped she wasn’t about to irritate him; reminding herself, yet again, that he wasn’t Tom, and wasn’t necessarily going to get pissy every time the conversation got tricky.

  “So what will happen to Ana if you go your separate ways?” She asked. The more she warmed to Ana, the more concerned she grew about the marriage predicament.

  Seb tilted her head to one side to kiss her ear. “There's no if. She doesn't know yet, but I'm filing for divorce. I just hope I can bring her round to the idea before the wheels are properly in motion.”

  Lily stiffened. Bring her round? That sounded like no mean task. “But what about her money?”

  He sighed, stroking his hands across her belly. “She doesn't need her family's money. She’s a big girl now; she makes plenty through the business.” Lily craned her neck to look at him, her concerned expression urging him on. “She just doesn’t want to lose her safety net. But even if the worst happens and the business goes belly-up, I’ll make sure she’s well provided for. I’ll be her safety net. I absolutely mean that. I’m having my lawyer - my other lawyer - draft something up to that effect.”

  Better, she thought. Much better. Seb could clearly be a sadistic fuck in the sac, but that was just playtime. She’d also felt his warmth, his affection, his sincerity - but these days, post-Tom, she was loathe to trust her feelings, for fear of tumbling back down the same dismal rabbit hole. She’d needed reassurance that he wasn’t just out for himself; though she’d barely been conscious of the need. And, as a tension she’d hardly known was present unwound itself, she found herself breathing more evenly, thinking with more
clarity. “So, when are you going to tell her?”

  He went back to kissing her, his unsated cock still throbbing against her back, finally pulling back to answer her. “I’ll talk to her once I’m back from New York. It’ll give my lawyer enough time to finalize the details, and sugar-coat my offer. I think she’ll go for it. She wasn't always so single-minded about this lifestyle. Before we got married she used to have girlfriends - you know - monogamously- not ten at a time. Then Ana's brothers came to London for a couple of months just after we graduated. They got suspicious about her and this girl, Elena, she'd been seeing at the time; started relaying rumours to her parents and she needed to prove them wrong, so -”

  Lily sat up right, finishing his sentence, “-so instead of telling them to go fuck themselves, she dumped her girlfriend, got married, and set up the world's kinkiest B&B?!” Her breathing came sharper and faster now, but it was straight forward disbelief which set the pace.

  “You know you've got such a way with words. Ever thought about writing for a living?” he said, “But - yeah - that’s it, in a nutshell.”

  He pulled himself upright also and, with prune-wrinkled toes, tugged at the plug. He helped Lily out as the water began its laboured decline. And, wrapped in her favourite fluffy towel, she rejoiced in the vision that was Seb Harper, toned, naked, and dripping wet, climbing out of her bath tub.

  “You got a spare towel?” he asked.

  Lily bit her bottom lip and frowned, pretending to look around the tiny bathroom. “Let me see - there’s got to be one here somewhere,” she said. “Nope, can’t think where it could be. Ah well. Guess you’d better share this one.” She opened up the towel, inviting in Seb’s full-frontal gorgeousness.

  He clutched her waist, sinking his erection into the soft flesh of her belly as she cocooned him in her towel. He bent a little to reach her lips with his and, as his tongue slid against hers, the urge to give him that blowjob swelled unbearably. She pulled back, trailing her kisses down his torso, sliding her hands down over his taut buttocks as she knelt in front of him.

  She looked up at him; his lips were still parted, his eyes dilated in anticipation, his fingers threaded into her hair. She began softly; cradling and kissing his balls, breathing in their soft fleshy warmth, then working her lips slowly, slowly to the base of his erection. A slow build up was what she needed; a little time to quell her performance anxiety - she doubted her efforts would match the expectations of Lord Sexpert, but fuck it. She wanted to taste him, wanted the deep salty flow of his come in her throat, and she wanted it here, right now, buck naked in her bathroom. She grasped his cock in her hand and angled it down, arching her back, and rubbing his wetness against her hardening nipples.

  His breath came jagged, his fingers gripped a little tighter. “Suck it.”

  She smiled up at him, the smile of a woman who knows that she’s now in control, and she kissed the taut helmet of his cock; then she circled her tongue around its tip, taking her sweet time, watching him all the while. His eyelids drooped; his head lolled back a touch, as he groaned in frustration. But then, as she drew her tongue in lavish strokes along the entire length of his cock, the corners of his mouth tweaked into a smile, and his groans bore a more gratified over-tone. She finally drew his cock into her mouth, and sucked just lightly at first, then gradually stronger. His fingers forked through her hair, as a raw guttural sound emanated from his throat.

  Lily had a few tricks up her sleeve - the advantage of a long term blowjob-obsessed boyfriend being that she’d really honed her skills (at least the skills he’d most enjoyed) - but Seb’s cock felt different in her mouth; fuller, more insistent, and she relished this difference, a stark reminder not to just go through the motions as she’d learned to with Tom.

  With his fingers massaging her scalp, begging her to up the action, she toyed with him. She built up a rhythm; five slow bobbing sucks followed by one fast. Then building the intensity. Four slow, two fast. Three slow, three fast… Once she reached five fast urgent sucks she started over, upping his anticipation, as he watched open-mouthed. Then breaking the rhythm, following her own raw intuition, she brought her lips back down to the base of his shaft, taking him sideways in her mouth like a corn of cob, and held him lightly between her teeth, nibbling in a gentle tugging motion along his length.

  “Christ, Lily -” he groaned.

  She pulled back, “Good or bad?”

  “Don’t stop.”

  Oh. Good then, she decided. She repeated her little love nips back down to the base of his cock. Then swooped her tongue back up to the tip, before taking him back into her mouth. She began working her rhythm again, bobbing her lips around his cock like it were an ice-pop, and staring up at him with wide devilish eyes. This time Seb’s hands, now tangled in her hair, began to echo the pattern, urgently pulling her onto him. Slowing her pace, she raised an eyebrow. He got the message, untangling his fingers and interlocking them behind his head. And, in answer to his obedience, she upped the speed, building the rhythm up to five fast, one slow, then repeating that combination as his breathing juddered, and his groans grew ever more bestial. Then with one last wild groan, his cock pumped, pressing against the soft walls of her mouth, as his come spurted copious and fast down her ready throat. It was too light to cause her to gag, yet strong enough that she swallowed automatically, swaying her tongue against the underside of his cock as the last salty streams flowed.

  He fell to his knees then, took her head in his hands once more, and kissed her. His tongue swooped inside her mouth and was eagerly met by hers. He seemed to savour the taste of his own come inside her, kissing for a heavenly eternity, before finally breaking off, leaning his forehead against hers and laughing.

  “What’s funny?”

  He kissed her lightly again, then wrapped the towel back around her shoulders. “You must be freezing,” he said, “And nothing’s funny - not really - you’re just full of surprises, that’s all.”

  “Do I pass, then?” she said.

  “Jesus,” he laughed. “This may surprise you, but I wasn’t testing you on your technique. It’s you I enjoy fucking - not your repertoire of moves.” Seb found his feet, pulled himself to standing, then helped Lily up too. He began pulling on his clothes while Lily wrapped herself in her dressing gown.

  She checked the time on the hall clock, on her way to the kitchen. He’d be wanting to leave in a couple of hours. It was no time at all, and then he’d be gone for four long weeks. She switched on the kettle as Seb nipped out for a smoke; caffeine, tobacco… Lily supposed everyone had their vices. And she was going to miss his. Mad as it seemed, she’d grown strangely addicted to that cinnamon-tobacco smell of Seb’s. She wanted to bathe in it, to have it cloud her thoughts - or, more honestly - her judgment. When Seb talked about her little mission, it seemed almost normal; a little risqué, but perfectly acceptable. Without him, things could feel very different indeed.

  Friday 11th Feb

  Dear Diary,

  So that's it, no more Seb til March. How am I supposed to do all this kinky stuff without my love-egg-wielding, sexaholic boyfriend? And yes, you heard me.. BOYFRIEND! He says it so, hell, I may as well say it too - though, in truth, it does feel like the wrong word, given our *ahem* unusual circumstances.

  After possibly the steamiest bath of my life, and a reasonably acceptable (my words not his) blowjob, we crawled into bed for hours and talked. Talked about his family, about mine, about how he met Grayson half way up a mountain in Northern California, oh and (not unrelated) about climbing. This guy knows an ungodly amount about climbing and, well this may be the lust talking, but it wasn't even dull - for the most part. At the very least, climbing (and fucking) seem to be doing wonders for his physique. *Sigh*... This is going to be the longest February ever.

  Before he left, I got a text from Ana. She sure doesn’t waste any time. ‘Come and play tomorrow, 7/8ish?’ …My first response was blind panic. Panic mixed with guilt. It would feel like a betrayal somehow,
doing anything intimate with Ana, knowing that she and Seb have all this divorce stuff to hammer out. I said this to Seb. His response: ‘Lily, do you really think she wants to fuck you just to do you or me a favour?! Forget about what’s going on with me and her. She wants to fuck you because you’re hot - so if you want to go, you go.’ He also reiterated that, without understanding the terms, this divorce would seem like a massive deal to her, but that soon as he’s able to iron out the financial details, she’ll no doubt jump at his offer. Let’s hope so. Still, it’s now 12.45, I’m sitting in bed with my phone sitting dutifully beside me, and I still haven’t given Ana my answer. But I’m kidding myself; biding my time before I go ahead and write what I’m bound to write. Hell, I like Ana. I’m kind of petrified of her - sure - but I don’t want to turn her down, and if Seb’s right about the divorce thing, then that’s not really even a factor. Is it? Urgh.

  Lily x

  14

  As Lily heaved her bag onto Seb's bed, she strained to recall the tenuous logic which had brought her to this decision. She cursed Seb’s ability to sway her thoughts and, above all else, she cursed his timing. Here she was, in his room, about to get down and dirty with a woman, and where was he? Thousands of miles away, across the Atlantic, that’s where. Yep, his timing sucked. If he were here, perhaps she’d feel a tad less petrified. She was starting to freak about exactly how far she would be expected to go with Ana, and - to be blunt - the thought of going 'down there' just didn't appeal. She'd broached the issue with Seb. Since his arrival in Manhattan that afternoon, he and Lily had emailed, to and fro, a few times. He’d told her to just go right ahead and let Ana know from the outset what she was and wasn't OK with. "Believe me, she's pretty hard to faze," he'd said. Still, Lily really couldn't see how she could go about saying this stuff without causing offense.

  She pulled her hair into a pony tail and grabbed her wash bag. She always seemed to feel better after a shower, and she intended to spend an indulgent hour in Seb's en-suit bathroom, primping and preening Cayley-style, before meeting with Ana. Ana, however, had other ideas. Lily must have been in the room for all of three minutes before hearing a light knock on the door.