Lily and the Beast 2

by Jayne, Amelia

  “Yes, Aidan,” I replied, and was rewarded by a square of silky smooth chocolate against my tongue. Next came a ripe raspberry, held before my mouth until I noticed the scent and parted my lips. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to eat dinner,” I remarked.

  “I said I’d see to your needs,” he chuckled. “I can’t have you passing out from hunger, now can I?”

  “Thanks,” I smiled, accepting a cube of sharp cheddar next, the tangy cheese bursting against my tongue. He seemed to enjoy feeding me by hand, and I didn’t mind the game, trying to guess what would come next. A sip of wine, rare roast beef, salty ham, harsh whiskey. Something I thought was a grape turned out to be a grape tomato, which was a weird surprise, but not unpleasant. My senses were sharper with the blindfold on, and most of it wasn’t too hard to guess.

  “Have you eaten?” I ventured after a few bites.

  “Don’t worry, I know how to keep my stamina up,” he chuckled again.

  “I’ll bet you do,” I murmured, taking a deeper sip of the wine he brought to my lips. “Did you have a nice trip?”

  “No, not really. It’s good to be home.”

  He didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so I changed the subject. “Is this the kind of thing you do often? Feed your… what do you call them? Us?” I frowned, not wanting to say sex slave.

  “Subs,” he replied easily, offering another square of chocolate.

  “Because we’re submissive?”

  “Because that way I didn’t have to bother to learn their names.” He didn’t say it in a mean way, more matter-of-factly, as though that was the norm in this kind of a situation.

  “So do you? Normally feed your subs?”

  “Sometimes. Though usually it involved me eating something off of them.”

  I almost choked on the grape in my mouth. Was that what he had in mind for tonight? Somehow, I managed to swallow past the wave of longing that idea brought. “You’ve had a lot of subs in the past?”

  “Yes.”

  “How do you find them? I mean, that’s not something you can bring up on a first date, is it? Do you find them online?”

  “I have someone who screens them for me. I have certain criteria they need to meet.”

  “Like blondes only or…”

  “No, like they have to be able to play by the rules. There’s only one master here.”

  Was that a not so subtle hint that I was breaking the rules by talking? I didn’t think we were in a scene, except for the blindfold, and that seemed to be his hang up all the time, not just during sex. Licking my lips, I risked another question. “Are there other rules I don’t know about yet? You mentioned training…”

  “Oh yes. You’ll learn many more ways to please me, Lily,” he replied in his lover’s voice. “I’ll show you how.”

  “I want to. Please you, I mean.” I wanted it in the worst way, even though I could understand on a rational level how fucked up that was. No one should crave anyone else’s approval the way I needed his. But I did.

  “Show me.”

  Dinner was over.

  I knelt between his legs, more than ready to prove it. His pants were stretchy, like workout pants, and they came off in a smooth slide, his cock bobbing up, already at full attention. His t-shirt was soft, and I pushed it up, my hands sliding over the well defined abs. All of a sudden, I wanted to taste those abs, and I leaned forward, nibbling and sucking my way down, taking my cues from his breathing what he liked best.

  He seemed to enjoy my lazy exploration, reaching down to stroke my hair, or lift it out of the way, and I got the impression that he was watching me intently. And then I remembered what he really liked, and I leaned back to clasp my hands behind my back. Aidan’s moan as I took him full in my mouth reverberated through me, my senses immediately on high alert as his body hummed with pleasure.

  But in the next instant, he pulled free of my mouth, guiding me to my feet. Disappointment washed through me. Had I done something wrong? “I thought you wanted me to…”

  “I want something more.”

  More than my sucking his cock? Then why hadn’t he moved us to the bed? Confused, I let him lead me a few feet, and I heard the cabinets open on one of the wardrobes.

  “I’m going to dress you in something special for tonight,” he said, drawing a frown to my face.

  “You don’t like what I’m wearing?” It’d sure felt like he’d appreciated it when he first opened the door.

  “I’m hoping you’ll like this more. I know I will.” Aidan made short work of my negligee, slipping it from my shoulders where it fell to pool at my feet, and I tried to resist the urge to cross my arms over my bare breasts. Not that he stopped to gawk, he was already tugging my panties down over my hips and I stepped out of them, leaving me completely naked.

  He fastened an elastic band around my waist, something dangling from it that I thought might be bra straps, until he tugged it lower, settling it over my hips and I understood it was a garter belt. Next came the stockings, and I held on to his shoulders to keep my balance as he smoothed them up my calves and over my thighs, expertly clipping them to the garter.

  “Arms up, peaches,” he ordered, and I complied, gasping as he wrapped something cold and stiff around my torso. “Relax, it’s just a corset. You’ve worn them before,” he added, but this one felt different. The unmistakable scent of leather wafted up as he worked, which explained why it was so thick and heavy. The leather quickly warmed to my body temperature, but was no less stiff as he laced it into place.

  Gently, he reached into the bodice and scooped up my boobs one by one, setting them where they belonged, in tiny cups, designed to barely contain them. “Steady now,” he murmured, pulling the stays tight – much tighter than I’d laced the satiny corset he’d already given me. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt strange, and I couldn’t take a deep breath.

  “It’s really tight,” I squeaked, not wanting to complain, but hoping he’d loosen them a bit.

  “It’s okay, you’ll adjust in a minute. Feel how tiny your waist is, and how your tits burst out at the top.”

  I cupped my hands on top of my boobs, impressed by the level of cleavage I found there, smoothing lower. He was right, my waist felt impossibly small, but I didn’t particularly enjoy the flare that came out the bottom. “My ass feels a mile wide.”

  “Your ass is delectable,” he chuckled, kneeling to take a big, noisy bite, teeth scraping over my sensitive skin. He moved from one ass cheek to the other, his whiskers scratching and tickling me as he nibbled with gusto, making me laugh.

  The cuffs on my wrists came next, and I could feel the excitement thrumming through him as he buckled them on. “And now, the final piece to top it off.” He fastened the stiff leather collar around my throat.

  I felt different. Not the same at all as when I’d worn the satiny corset, but dirtier somehow.

  And I liked it.

  The leather was stiff and unyielding, and the rest of me felt softer and juicier by comparison. Speaking of juicy, I was already damp below, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I was glad he hadn’t added any panties to the outfit, they would’ve been soaked already.

  “I wish I could see what this looks like. It feels pretty wicked.” But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. There weren’t any mirrors in the room anyway.

  Aidan reached for my hand and wrapped it around his thick cock. “Feel how beautiful you are. What you do to me,” he said with a groan as I gripped him tightly.

  “Aren’t you going to dress up too?” I asked, giving his cock a long stroke, using my hands while I still could.

  “Not today, peaches. I’ve been waiting too long to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Get on your knees.”

  My lips parted, a thrill going through me as he thrust into my hand. I should’ve been disgusted that he’d reduced our time apart into wanting to subjugate and demean me, but honestly, I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my mouth either. Hastily, I got down on my knees as ordered,
which wasn’t as easy as you’d think without being able to bend normally. Before I could lean forward and open my mouth, he knelt behind me, linking my wrists together behind my back. My breasts jutted up at the motion, nipples escaping their leather prison to pucker in the cool air.

  “There you go,” he said, his voice thick with lust as reached down to pinch my nipples, making them stand even taller. “So fucking beautiful…”

  I flushed at the praise, leaning into his touch, but felt the jab of his cock brushing against my lips moments later, seeking entrance. Instead of complying right away, I licked my lips, and then circled the head with my tongue, wetting it completely before I allowed him in. I kept my lips firm, taking him slowly, so that I felt every velvety inch of him, and he had to push his way in.

  “Fuck…” he breathed, when I took him deep, my tongue swirling over the thick underside. “That’s a good girl, just like that.”

  Bound by leather and steel, on my knees while he fucked my mouth – and I’d never felt so powerful in my entire life. I was the one who made him groan like that, I was the one who made his hips buck faster and faster, his breath coming like a freight train. Every moan and sigh sent a jolt of heat straight to my pussy, and I clamped my thighs together in a matching rhythm, making my clit throb with jealousy.

  I would’ve lost my balance, but his hands in my hair kept me steady as he pumped in and out. They fisted tighter as he grew close, his cock swelling bigger, throbbing as I slowed down, drawing it out. Aidan made a noise, steeped in frustration and need as I bobbed slower and slower, desperately pumping his hips faster again, but I made my lips harder, making it more difficult, forcing him to slow down. Finally, he held my head completely still, his strength far outstripping mine, a dangerous growl in his voice.

  “Don’t ever try to fucking control me. I’ll come when I want to.”

  I licked my lips, relaxing my jaw before I turned my face up to him. “Then come.”

  ~4~

  Aidan had been looking forward to this for three fucking days. Three days of thinking about her hot little mouth and painting her face with his cum. He’d dreamt of her at night – sweet, sweet Lily and her glorious mouth. He’d violated her over and over again in his dreams, indulging every sick fantasy he’d ever dared to imagine, and still she’d begged for more. It should’ve been enough, but it wasn’t, and he’d told Armand to wrap up the rest of the negotiations without him so he could get home to her a day ahead of schedule. Her pussy had him ensnared, and she’d never even had to crack the whip.

  But that wasn’t all. Sure he missed her silky soft skin, but he also missed her voice. He missed her laugh, and the way she pressed her lips together to keep from smiling when she wasn’t supposed to. He missed the way her brow wrinkled when she was worried about something, and the way her lips parted in surprise. He missed the sharp, clean scent of her hair and the honeyed treasure that waited for him between her legs.

  When she’d asked him about his subs, he’d struggled to recall a single name, and he’d realized he couldn’t remember what any of them looked like either. They’d been a set of convenient holes, with nothing to distinguish them from another once they were blindfolded and bound the way he wanted them.

  But Lily… he could’ve been the one blindfolded and he’d have known her anywhere. Had he missed her while he was gone? Too fucking much. It scared him how close he’d allowed her to get to him. That was why he’d left strict instructions to keep her away from him when he’d gotten home. Ha. He’d barely gone four hours before he caved and sent for her.

  And now she was trying to take control. While he understood the principle of delayed gratification better than most, it wasn’t gonna cut it. Not today. He needed to fuck her hard and fast… needed to… he just needed her.

  He held her in a punishing grip. “Don’t ever try to fucking control me. I’ll come when I want to.”

  The saucy minx licked her lips, before turning her face up to him in a sultry challenge. “Then come.”

  Not needing more of an invitation than that, he shoved his cock into her mouth, loving the way she accepted him, warm and willing. He could feel her desire to please him in every lick and suck as he pumped in and out. The sight of her, encased in leather, wrists pinned together, helpless and under his complete control, touched a darkness inside him – a darkness he only let out when the sub kneeling before him was paid to take it.

  When that darkness surfaced, he never thought to check it, never giving a damn if those women were into it, or whether they were bored out of their fucking minds. They put on a good show, but they both knew it was about the money, not because they necessarily got off on his cock. It was a simple transaction, nothing more. But when Lily moaned around his cock, he knew it was for real. She didn’t have a false bone in her body. The vibration went straight to his balls, which tightened and shook as he came, shooting down the back of her throat, despite the fantasy of spraying it all over her. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered, it was just so fucking good, it almost made him weak in the knees.

  Aidan pulled out of her mouth, carefully holding to her shoulders until he was sure she had her balance. Despite the high color in her cheeks and her swollen lips, she looked pretty composed for a woman who’d just rocked his world. He was still catching his breath when she leaned back against her heels, the tip of her tongue poking out to lick the corner of her mouth.

  “I’m still hungry,” she said, the hint of a smile curving her lips.

  “So am I.”

  Aidan carried her to the bed and set her on her back, arms still pinned there. Her thighs instantly popped open, spread wide and waiting for him. “Greedy little thing,” he chuckled, patting her mound, and she squirmed under his hand, eager for more. Already hard again, his head dipped between her thighs, more than ready to repay the favor.

  He loved the way she arched up under him the instant his mouth touched her pussy. She was so wet, so ready, his tongue slid over her like silk, and he thrust two fingers inside her, smiling at the eager clench of her inner walls. While he might ordinarily like to draw out her pleasure, Aidan was determined to see how fast he could make her come. After all, this was only an appetizer, something to take the edge off before he fucked her senseless.

  His mouth was savage, attacking her clit with unrelenting pressure even as his fingers dove right for that cluster of nerves without working up to it. She’d already had plenty of foreplay by blowing him, her juicy pussy was proof enough of that. Lily was already making those sexy whimpers he liked to hear so much, as he licked and stroked and sucked.

  Her body tensed, thighs clamping around his ears, trying to slow him down, but he pushed her closer and closer with relentless skill, needing to make her come almost as much as he’d needed to erupt in her mouth. When she finally let go, her cries were like music, the sound of his name on her lips the finest melody, and he bucked against the sheet, in time to her spasms, unable to keep from wanting to thrust inside her.

  “You okay?” he asked, brushing the hair away from her face as she struggled to get her breathing in check. Lily nodded, incapable of words just yet. Unable to keep from touching her, his fingers lightly stroked her juicy pussy, smiling when he saw her muscles clench in response.

  “Please…” she breathed, chest heaving.

  “Please what?”

  “Not yet… I can’t…”

  “You can’t what?”

  “I’m still too sensitive.”

  “Maybe I like you too sensitive,” he grinned, blowing across the top of her clit. She let out a squeal, but her lips settled into a lazy smile, and she didn’t protest as he slipped a finger into her again, slowly stoking that need. By the time he got to her clit, she was all worked up again, he could tell, and he flipped her over, setting her on her knees with her face resting against the pillow.

  Goddamn, what a sight she was, her ass up in the air, wrists still bound behind her back. Ripe and ready for the taking. Hopping off the bed to ge
t a couple of things, he was kneeling behind her in an instant, his cock jutting up in anticipation. Aidan dipped a thick finger into her wet folds, circling down to her clit and back up again to swirl over the crack of her ass.

  “Do you want something in your ass again?” he asked, probing lightly at the tight rosebud. He expected her to clench her asscheeks tight, but she held very still.

  “Yes, Aidan,” she admitted in a small voice that made his cock jump. “But I want it to be you.”

  His mouth went dry. Was she saying what he thought she was? He probed a little deeper, and she didn’t protest. “You want my finger?”

  “I want your cock.” His cock leapt at her words, eagerly volunteering for the job, and he gripped it tightly, stroking it up and down the crack of her ass, trying to gauge how ready she was by seeing if she’d flinch. Instead, she thrust her hips back, eager to meet him. Fuuuuck. He gave his cock another squeeze. “It’ll hurt.”

  “I want it to.”

  Was she serious? As much as he wanted to smear some lube on his cock and work his way into her tight hole, he knew he wouldn’t be able to go slow, and he didn’t want to hurt her, even if she asked him to – because this was something he wanted to do with her again and again. He knew she was worked up, desperate to experience everything, and he wanted to give it to her, but not when he couldn’t control himself.

  “I think for now, we’d better start with something smaller, or you won’t be walking for a week. And I definitely want to be able to fuck you at least twice more tonight,” he said with a promise.

  “Yes, Aidan,” she replied obediently, and it made him want to bury himself inside her all the more. But he exercised restraint, not wanting to scare her away. Instead, he smeared the cooling lube all over the slender vibe, taking the time to work it slowly into the tight hole, all the while his cock twitched in envy. Lily let out a moan when it first slipped in, and then went very still until the last inch settled in deep and she moaned again. Fuck, it was almost enough to make him come against the sheets.