Lily and the Beast 2

by Jayne, Amelia

  “Then hold on and enjoy the ride.” Aidan dropped to one knee, and for a moment, I thought he was going to take his shoes off or something, but his mouth fastened around my clit in the next second, robbing me of my breath, and my last fucking shred of sanity in the same instant. My hands sank into his hair, trying to pull him away, but he grunted against my pussy and sucked harder. I gasped at the sensation, trying my best to stay upright, but it was hard, pinned to the wall, my legs turning to jelly.

  “Don’t look at me, you know the rules,” he added, his lips tracing over my clit as he spoke. I looked away obediently, but that didn’t help the situation. Aidan seemed to realize I was having trouble, and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, surging higher on his knees to keep me pressed against the wall.

  Holy fucking Jesus it felt good! And then I heard it, the slam of the stairwell door, I couldn’t tell how many floors above. “Aidan… someone’s coming,” I hissed.

  “Not yet,” he rumbled against my wet folds, his tongue probing deep.

  “No… can’t you hear them on the stairs?” The sound echoed all around us, it was definitely more than one person coming down. “You have to stop.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled.

  “But they might reach us at any moment,” I whimpered, my head falling to one side as I tried to peek through the cracks of the landing above us.

  “Then you’d better not make a fucking sound,” he purred, inserting two fingers deep as his tongue got back to work. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the shoes on the stairs kept ringing, getting closer… closer. Two guys, chatting casually about which one of them was going to drive, and there I was being eaten out under the stairs. At least I was fully clothed. Almost as if he’d read my mind, Aidan reached up and yanked down the bodice of my dress and the lacy bra cup after it, exposing my breast to the cool air. I managed to swallow the gasp of surprise, but barely held back the moan as he expertly rolled my nipple with enough pressure to make my nerve endings sing.

  The men were on the final flight of stairs. I could see their feet, and then their legs… If they looked back, they’d catch sight of me being ravaged up against wall, my boobs thrust up into Aidan’s hand, his head bent to my pussy, tongue working busily as fingers thrust deep. That’s when he did it, he crooked his fingers against that spot… that fucking spot that he knew would do the trick while he sucked my clit between his teeth.

  My mouth fell open as I came hard, holding my breath, red faced, unable to make a sound. Again and again, he punished me with pleasure, drawing it out, giving those fingers another twitch when it started to fade, mouth working faster, torturing my swollen, oversensitive flesh to force me to cry out.

  But I didn’t do it.

  I didn’t make a sound, not even when I started to get dizzy, bright spots swirling around the edges of my vision. I didn’t make a sound until the outer door banged shut and in a fucking heartbeat, Aidan was up and thrusting into me. That’s when I buried my head against his shoulder and sucked in a long breath, letting it all out against his chest in a deep moan before I dragged in another one and repeated the process.

  It was fast and hard, the way I liked it, and I don’t think I stopped coming the entire time, not completely. I was one big, throbbing nerve, sharp delight rippling through me at every touch. Every thrust had my greedy pussy clenching around his cock as another wave of pleasure rocked through me, until I couldn’t take it any more. I clamped my pussy around his cock as hard as I could, and he let out a guttural cry, spilling into me with hot, frantic jerks.

  Our hearts pounded together as we came down, both hot and sweaty despite the chill in the air, neither one of us wanting to move apart. But eventually, my leg started to cramp up, and I eased it back to the ground. Aidan picked up on my cues and gently pulled out, making sure I was steady on my feet before he put himself back into his pants.

  “I can’t believe we did that,” I sighed, my eyes fluttering shut again as I sagged against the wall.

  “I can’t believe you went into his apartment.”

  “What?”

  “Forget the whole lying to me thing, it was just fucking stupid, putting yourself at risk like that.”

  His sharp tone cut through the haze of pleasure, and I opened my eyes. Fuck the rules, I wasn’t having this argument with my eyes closed. “I didn’t lie to you about anything. And Michael’s never behaved like this before, I had no reason to suspect he’d turn on me like that.”

  “Oh, come on, it was pretty obvious he wanted to get into your panties from the moment you met up,” Aidan scowled, turning away when I wouldn’t. “You never should’ve gone up with him in the first place. What were you thinking, Lily?”

  “Hold on – when did I become the asshole of the day?” I demanded, trying to get back into his field of vision again. “He’s the one who tried to jump me.”

  “Because you put yourself in that position. Well, it ends now. I don’t want you to ever see him again.”

  And even though I was right there with him on the whole not seeing Michael again thing, I didn’t like that tone of voice. “Wait… what were you even doing there? How did you know I’d be there? Did you follow me?”

  “Hey, I showed up here to surprise you, because I felt bad about shutting you down over the fucking Skype thing. Imagine my surprise when I get to the hotel to see you all dressed up, looking to drive your boyfriend wild while you sneak out to meet him.”

  Did he even stop to examine the words coming out of his mouth, or had he completely decided to bypass his brain today? “Okay, first of all, I’m not all that dressed up, and I definitely didn’t dress provocatively to try and get a rise out of Michael, and there was nothing sneaky about my making plans to meet him.”

  “Then you admit, you went out on a date with him.”

  “No, I met him to tell him I’d fallen for someone else.” I poked him hard on the chest. “A conversation I didn’t want to have over the phone with him.”

  “How the hell was I supposed to know that?” His face scrunched up with an emotion I didn’t recognize. It could’ve been embarrassment, or maybe he had a stomachache. I was starting to think I didn’t know him as well as I’d thought. “All I saw was you meet him in a bar, him drooling all over you and then you going up to his apartment with him.”

  “That’s when normal people come up and say – Hey, I came to see you after all ’cause I missed you, baby. Where are you going? You don’t turn into a stalker and then pretend you’re on the moral high ground.”

  “I don’t care, I don’t want you seeing him again.”

  “Is that what this is going to be like? You issuing orders and I don’t get a say in it?”

  “Yeah, pretty much. As long as you keep making stupid decisions,” he glowered and I lost my temper big time.

  “Hey! Just because I enjoy acting like the submissive in bed doesn’t mean you get to treat me like shit and walk all over my rights. Your following me around was way out of line, and I want an apology.”

  “Not a fucking chance in hell!” he thundered, forgetting to turn away from me as his temper kicked in too. “I was worried about you, and it turned out it was for the best, or you would’ve ended up raped or worse by that asshole. You owe me an apology!”

  “I’m glad you were there to stop him, but I’m not apologizing for standing up for myself. You can’t just show up here and expect to dictate where I go and what I do. You’re not my father and you’re not my boss – and even if you were, that sounds like a job I’d quit.”

  Aidan backed me up against the wall again, his voice dropping low. “I own you, signed, sealed, and delivered.”

  The intensity in his eyes sent a ripple of unease through me. “Look, I know I signed that contract that says you own me, but you get that it’s not real, right? You can’t actually own another person.”

  “You belong to me,” he insisted, and there was a plea there that I responded to. Aidan desperately needed me
to be his, but for the first time, I wasn’t sure I could give him what he wanted.

  “Aidan, my heart belongs to you, and my body whenever we’re in the bedroom. But out here, in real life, you have to treat me like a normal human being.” That didn’t sound so unreasonable to me, but his jaw tightened.

  “That’s not what you agreed to.”

  “I thought we were past this. I thought we had something more.”

  “That’s what I require. I told you, Lily, I need to control others, at all times. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to come back with me.”

  My jaw dropped, was he giving me an ultimatum? Let him own me or that was it? “Peaches then,” I said, using my safeword. “I’m at my hard limit, Aidan. If I’m not more than a contract to you… If you can’t treat me the way I deserve, then…”

  “Then what?”

  I took a deep breath. “Then this is over.”

  “Fine.”

  “Fine,” I repeated, even though inside I was crushed. Was it so easy for him to say goodbye? Maybe he never had felt real love for me at all. “Goodbye, Aidan.”

  Aidan turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the outer door with a crash.

  ~15~

  For the first time in my life, I was on my own, and I liked it.

  Well, not completely on my own. I moved in with Nurse Jillian, once she declared my father fit to survive, and we were getting along pretty well. I just couldn’t handle living with my family anymore, not unless I wanted to end up serving thirty years to life for multiple homicide. My father was still treating me like the assmunch he was, pushing his guilt off on me, and I was done paying for his mistakes. I was done with him completely. And Cassie and Darlene weren’t much better – alternately sympathetic and catty, insinuating that I didn’t know how to hold on to a man, even one contractually obligated to keep me around.

  Michael tried calling me a million times after he sobered up and recovered from the ass whooping Aidan had given him. His voicemails got increasingly frantic, so I replied by text, saying he was forgiven, but I never took any of his calls. Eventually, he stopped trying.

  I got a job waiting tables at a fancy French restaurant only one subway train away, and the tips had me living pretty comfortably with my meager expenses. I’d even enrolled in some online college classes – only part time, and it’d take me three times as long to complete my degree, but at least I was moving forward again. Keeping so busy I didn’t have much time to stop and think about him.

  And that’s a total and utter lie, because there wasn’t a time when I didn’t think about Aidan. At first, I kept thinking I’d run into him accidentally on purpose, you know? Where he’s unable to keep away from me but pretending like it’s a total coincidence? But that never happened. And then I’d see a broad pair of shoulders down the street, and run like an idiot to catch up and spin him around – only to find it was some other guy and have to explain that I was raised in a town where we didn’t understand the concept of personal space.

  After a while, it started to sink it. It was really over. Aidan wasn’t about to leave his fancy mansion to come after me, and I’d probably never see him again.

  ~~~

  “I want it all gone, every last stitch. I’m starting over completely from scratch.” Aidan gave the order, expecting to enjoy the way they scurried to follow his wishes, but the truth was – he didn’t enjoy anything anymore.

  He didn’t need her, he didn’t need anybody. His lifestyle was proof enough of that. Or at least, it had been before she’d turned it all upside down. So now he was helping it along, tearing down the old to make way for the new. The entire playroom was being gutted, down to the window treatments and the rugs. New furniture, new toys, definitely new costumes, new everything.

  “What shall I do with these, ah… items, sir?” Mrs. Fisk asked, doing her best not to look in the box of leather and frilly lace she carried.

  “I don’t fucking know. Toss them out with the trash, burn them… Hell, you can keep them for all I care, just get them out of my sight.”

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured, her face flushed at the mere suggestion that she’d keep any of it.

  The first time he’d brought another woman up to his playroom after getting back from the city, it’d been no good. Or the second. Or the third. She wasn’t pretty or delicate enough to suit him, not eager to please, too eager to please… None of them had sparked an ounce of interest, and his dick had been even less interested.

  So Aidan was bound and determined to chase the memory of Lily out of his head and his heart. He needed a clean start where there was no trace of her left.

  Finally, the room was finished. Ultra modern, like his office, painted a muted gray. All sleek lines, bold geometric patterns and hard edges. The bed was low to the ground, the squared off posts painted a flat black. The old mahogany wardrobes had been replaced by slick, built-in cabinets mounted on either side of the flat screen TV, and a new array of sex toys lay in custom inserts in the drawers below.

  And finally, Aidan agreed to see another sub – this one blonde and almost obscenely buxom, as physically different from Lily as he could find.

  “Kneel.”

  She sank to her knees without hesitation, her face completely blank beneath the blindfold. She wore a bra and panty set made of shiny, red, patent leather and nothing else, her long, blonde hair hanging straight down her back without curl or wave. Aidan didn’t know what her name was, and he didn’t care. It was back to business as usual.

  “You will not speak unless spoken to, do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say good girl, she’d done as requested and nothing more. He felt no personal satisfaction for making her do so. She was too well trained. Maybe he could get her to slip up? What the fuck was wrong with him? Shouldn’t he want her well trained?

  “Take off that bra, let me see your tits.”

  Again, no hesitation. She immediately reached back and unclasped it, her tits swinging free and perky. Maybe too perky to be real, and he reached out to grab one, giving it an experimental squeeze. Was that saline? Her lips parted, but she didn’t make a sound at being manhandled, as Lily called it. Shit, how had she crept back into his head? He let go of the tit in disgust, going to the sidebar to pour himself another scotch. At the rate he’d been going through the liquor cabinet, he’d have to send Sterling down to pick up another crate of the good stuff.

  “Get on the bed,” he ordered. “Arms behind your back, hands clasped.” She complied, not making a peep as he cuffed her wrists together.

  “Bend over, face down, ass in the air.”

  This was better, he didn’t have to look at her, he just had to fuck her. Her breathing had picked up a notch, tits swinging as she rocked in place, ever so slightly. She was turned on in anticipation of what was coming, and he hadn’t even touched her.

  “You like that, don’t you? You want me to fuck you?” His cock twitched once, starting to take interest in the situation. Fuck yeah, he was back in the game!

  “Yes, sir.”

  “How do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Anywhere you wish, sir.”

  Not quite the answer he was looking for. “How about your ass? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?”

  “Yes, sir. You can put it anywhere.”

  He grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks and spread them, exposing her moist slit and the stretched pucker of her ass. She’d definitely been used there before. Any interest his cock had shown was immediately dampened by the thought that he was only the latest in a long line of guys who’d used this one.

  In disgust, he unhooked her wrists and climbed off the bed. “Go ahead and get dressed after I leave.”

  “Did I do something wrong?” She showed the first hint of emotion as her face scrunched up in confusion.

  “Yeah, you’re not her.”

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.
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  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  What the fuck was he supposed to do, now that she’d ruined him for all other women?

  ~16~

  “Do you want to go out later? Some of us are going to catch a movie and then maybe some late night greasy food.” Jillian’s expression was hopeful, but I shook my head, just like I had the last three times she’d invited me out for something fun.

  “No, I have to work.”

  “I know, but maybe you could catch up with us afterwards?” Her enthusiasm didn’t dim, not even when I shook my head again.

  “No thanks. There’s some big private party booked for tonight, so who knows how late it’s going to run.” A private party meant a special menu and customers who were entitled and even more prissy than usual. It meant the waitstaff were expected to be extra sharp and fast, and unfortunately, it also meant way less tips with only one party to cater to. Pretty much, it was shaping up to be a sucky night on all counts.

  “Aw, Lily,” she frowned, plopping down on the couch. “When’s the last time you went out and had any fun?”

  “Ah, let me see. I think it was a Tuesday… I think the boys had just come back from the war,” I pretended to consider.

  “I’m serious.”

  “So am I, Jillian. So am I,” I said gravely, dodging her well meaning guilt trip to go get ready for work.

  There was already a flurry of activity going on when I got to the restaurant. Most of the tables had been removed from the room, and a large round table had been set up in the center. There was a profusion of candles – enough that I started to worry we’d get a visit from the fire marshal, but our maître d’, Jose Luis (who called himself Jacques to paying customers), didn’t seem to be too worried about it.

  “Hurry up, Lily. You’re cutting it kind of close,” he hissed as I punched in on the time clock.

  “Keep your shirt on, I just have to change my shoes and I’ll be ready to roll.”