Lily and the Beast 2 (13 page)

“I like the way you think,” I smiled back. 

“Besides, if your father’s not here, how can I inform him of my intentions?”

My brows stretched to the sky.  “You seriously plan on telling my father what you have planned for me tonight?  That’s a good way to give him another heart attack.”

“No, not what I have planned for you in my bed tonight, I mean my intentions.”

“Which are?”

Aidan took a deep breath, and then pushed away from the table, going down on one knee.  Holy crapballs, was he going to propose?  Pure shock rolled through me, starting at the top of my head, taking a nervous detour to my stomach and ending up at my toes, which bunched in my shoes.  He was willing to take this trying thing a whole hell of a lot farther than I’d thought! 

Before I could recover enough to smile, Darlene let out a shocked gasp from across the room.  “Holy shit, is he proposing?”

Aidan’s face automatically shifted, turning away so they couldn’t see much of his scarred face.  “I was trying to,” he grumbled, picking up my hand, and I gave him a sympathetic smile. 

“Shit, to think I gave him to you,” Cassie sulked, her calculating eyes taking in the expensive cut of the suit, and his powerful build. 

“You go, girl.  Get that man!” Darlene hooted, more that a little pleased to see Cassie pout.

“Would you shut the fuck up so I can propose then?” Aidan snapped, flashing them a shot of his scowl.

“You’re the one who wanted to invite them,” I shrugged, giving his hand a squeeze. 

“Oh my God… did you see that scar?” Cassie hissed, no longer jealous as she recoiled from his show of temper. 

Aidan grit his teeth, but managed not to snap at them again, fixing me with a tight smile as he took another deep breath.  I had to hand it to him, I would’ve hit her over the head with a wine bottle by now if she’d ruined my proposal. 

“Lily, you know I’m not good at this shit, but I’m trying,” he said with a pained smile, shifting uncomfortably on his knee.  “When you were gone, I found out I need something more than control in my life.  What I need is you.  I love you, Lily, and I need you by my side.  Will you be mine for always?” 

I was blown away by the tender words and his hope mingled with fear as I held his heart in my hands.  But had he really thought this through?  “Are you sure about this, Aidan?  Marriage is… forever.” 

“About six carats sure,” he said, holding up the princess cut engagement ring.  It was stunning, and bigger than any engagement ring had a right to be, but somehow it seemed to fit his over the top style of doing things. 

“Lily, you’re not gonna do it, are you?” Darlene wanted to know and my father chimed in.   

“Lily, we should discuss this.”

“How can you marry someone with such a hideous scar?” Cassie hissed, but I didn’t care.  All I cared about was the love in his eyes as he slipped the ring onto my finger. 

“What scar?”

“Do you have the blindfold on?  I’m not coming in without it.”

“Yes, I’ve got the stupid thing on.  Come on in,” Aidan called back, and I pushed the playroom door open a tiny crack to see if he was telling the truth.  Yep, he lay back on the bed, completely naked, except for the simple black blindfold, his golden hair and skin a stark contrast to the black sheets.  I couldn’t help but smile as I tiptoed into the room, seeing him waiting for me, his obvious impatience corralled for the moment. 

“Are you ready for me?  Any last minute itches or anything you need to take care of?” I asked, but he gave a brief shake of the head.  His cock was already at half mast.  Despite his grumbling words, Aidan was definitely into this.  I buckled the cuffs on his wrists, they barely fit on the widest notch, and then tightened them so he could hardly move his powerful arms at all.  Next came the ankles, which I gave a bit more slack, and I have to say, it was definitely a turn-on to see him lying there, naked and helpless, completely under my power. 

His hands tested the straps, and he decided they were satisfactory.  “Okay, you’ve got me tied up, now take the blindfold off.”

“No way, you know the superstition.  You’re not supposed to see the bride the day of the wedding and it’s already after midnight.”  I picked up the long plume of a peacock feather, one of the newer additions to the playroom, and brushed it across the flat of his nipple. 

Aidan sucked in a breath, his cock twitching, but his voice was still full of complaint as he spoke again.  “What do you think is going to happen exactly?  That I’ll see you and change my mind?”

“You’d better not,” I frowned, deliberately brushing the feather across the flare of his hip bone, where I knew he was ticklish.   

“I’m not the least bit superstitious.  Hey, watch it.”  His abdomen clenched at the tickling touch, the muscles bunching and contracting.  I could watch that all day, it was like living art, but I relented. 

“You could try to relax, you know.  You’re supposed to be enjoying this.”

“Let me see you and I’ll enjoy this,” he muttered.

“Nope, not tonight.”  Tonight
I
was the one in control.  An experiment I was surprised he’d agreed to, but Aidan was trying, as promised.  Unfortunately, it looked like his resolve was already starting to crumble. 

“I’ve changed my mind.  Let’s not do this until tomorrow night.  It’ll be that much sweeter for having waited.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?” I asked sweetly, dragging the feather across the top of his cock, and it leapt up in reaction.  “Little Aidan looks like he disagrees.”

The straps groaned as Aidan pulled against them, his jaw clenched tight.  “There’s nothing little about my cock, and if you let me go, I’ll prove it to you.”

“Ah, ah, ah, you’d better stop complaining or I’ll have to gag you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”  The color drained from his face and I had to stifle a laugh.  The man could dish it out, but he sure couldn’t take it.  I took pity on him though.  I wasn’t trying to be mean, just get him to experience something new.  I’d never force him to do something he really wasn’t into, just like he’d never push me past my limits either. 

“On second thought, I like to hear your dirty talk.”  I tossed the feather aside, my hands skimming over the tops of his thickly muscled thighs.  “And if there’s any proving to be done, it’ll be me doing it.  You’re under my control for tonight, so lie back and enjoy it.”  To remind him why he’d agreed to allow me such control, my mouth closed over his cock, sucking him the way I knew he liked it, and I was rewarded with his deep groan of pleasure. 

“Yep, that’s what I like to hear,” I grinned, relaxing my throat to take him deeper.   This was the kind of control I liked, knowing I had the power to make him buck and moan like that. 

I let the pleasure build, alternating between taking him fast and deep, with slow little licks, eating his every response up like the sweetest candy.  I’d gotten really good at telling when Aidan got close, and I took him there again and again, bringing him to the brink and then letting it ebb away. 

Aidan’s hands fisted the sheet, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he felt his release slip away again.  “Lily… have mercy,” he blurted out, licking his lips.  Now
he
knew what it was like to be tortured with pleasure. 

“Am I hurting you?” I asked, letting a touch of sarcasm filter into my tone.

“Yes.”

“I am not!”  Nothing in his responses told me he was in pain. 

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he growled.  “That constitutes a type of pain.  I am so gonna punish you when I get these damn cuffs off.”

“Promises, promises,” I grinned, plunging him deep into my mouth again, drawing him closer, closer… and then I let go of his cock with an audible pop.  “Hmm, you know, I don’t think I’m in the mood to suck your cock any more.”

“I’m marrying a sadist.”  His head fell back against the pillow.  “When the fuck did this happen?  I was never this cruel to you.”

“Oh no?  I seem to remember things a little differently.  Just be glad I didn’t start with a vibrator on your cock.  Or would you rather have that?”

“Fuck that, I want to come in your hot little mouth,” he growled, his mouth hard, shoulders straining as he struggled against the bonds. 

I crawled up his body to kiss his lips, loving the way they softened and opened to me in an instant.  “I do like it when you talk dirty.”

“Then let me go and I’ll fuck you with my tongue.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?  I’d get you all hot and wet and ready for me, my tongue sliding over your clit for a nibble before I fucked your hole again.  Or are you ready for something more?”

“Something more?” I panted, my pussy aching with need from the sound of his voice alone.  I couldn’t help it, he sure knew how to make the most of his words. 

“How about I finally fuck you in the ass tonight?”

“Technically you already have,” I pointed out, remembering some of our play with his wide array of sex toys.

“Not with my cock.”

I admit it, the idea made me squirm in a good way, the thought of him doing such a darkly forbidden thing to me the sign of ultimate surrender in my mind.  But that wasn’t what we’d agreed to for the scene.  “No, I’m saving that for our wedding night.”

“How traditional of you,” he said sourly.  “Well then, how about I make you come on the end of my tongue, and then pump your pussy full of cock while you’re still quivering and moaning.  You like it when I do that, don’t you?”

Oh yeah, he had a way with words.  It had me sopping wet, and I slid lower, grazing the tip of his throbbing cock with my pussy lips.  “You know I like it,” I smiled, rubbing against him.  “Can you feel how much I like it?  How wet I am for you?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, his hips thrusting, but I angled him so that he rubbed against my clit, completely missing his mark.  “Come on, Lily.  I’m ready, you’re so ready.  Untie me and let me fuck you the way you know you want me to.”

“Who says I want you to fuck me?”

“Your dripping pussy?”

“Maybe
I
want to fuck
you
this time?”  He went still.  “Oh, you like that idea, do you?  I’ll have to remember that for next time.”  I lined myself up with the top of his cock again, watching the eager strain on his face.  “Where do you want to be right now, Aidan?”

“I want to be inside you.”

“Where inside me?” I asked, taking in just the head. 

“Anywhere, fuck… I don’t care, just inside you.” 

I sank down to the hilt, and Aidan turned his head and swore against the pillow.  He had it right, I felt so deliciously full of his cock,
fuuuck
seemed like the only appropriate response.  His hips bucked up, greedy for more, and I raked my fingernails against his chest in warning.  “Hold still, don’t move unless I tell you to.”  To my utter surprise, he did it, but his fingers clawed at the sheet in restraint.  “We never did come up with a safeword for you.”

“I don’t need one, not as long as I’m inside you.”

“Oh really?  Then I could do anything to you as long as you’re inside me?”  I leaned back, my fingers trailing behind to stroke the sensitive strip of skin under his balls on my way to his ass.  I expected him to flinch, to jam his legs closer together, or some kind of protest, instead his ass clenched just enough to thrust his cock deeper into me. 

“Just fuck me, Lily.  Please.”

A thrill went through me – was this what he felt being in control?  No wonder he loved it so much!  “Oh, I like hearing you say that word,” I smiled.  “I think it deserves something.”  I pushed myself up until barely the tip remained inside of me and then slammed down around his cock again with a glorious slap of skin.  Aidan groaned, but didn’t buck this time.  I tried it again, going slower this time, and changing the angle of descent.  His breath came faster, hands grasping the straps that bound the cuffs to the bed.  Leaning forward, I teased his lips with my nipple, and his mouth popped open, sucking greedily.  I arched at the lovely torture of his tongue and teeth, and the rasp of his beard against my sensitive flesh, grinding against him faster, harder. 

“God, Lily.  I want to see you.”

“It’s not about what you want this time, Aidan.  This time I’m in control.  And I think part of you likes it.”  He didn’t say anything, and I kissed him deep, slowing my hips to a deliberate grind which made him moan against my mouth.  I sucked on his bottom lip, biting it hard as I pulled away, stretching it before I let it go and pushed myself upright.  “Tell me you like it,” I urged, circling my hips over his cock as I squeezed it from within. 

“Fuck yeah, I like it.  But I’d like it even more if you went faster.”

“Like this?” I smiled, slamming against him once, twice, three times until his chin thrust up at the sky and his breathing turned ragged, and then slowed down again, drawing out the delicious friction between us. 

“What happened to you liking it fast and hard?” he complained through gritted teeth.

“I’m starting to grow an appreciation for a good, old fashioned, slow, comfortable screw.”  

“I’m starting to grow an appreciation for giving you a good, hard, spanking when I get my hands free,” he growled and I went completely still.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, mistress.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

“I’ll call you anything you fucking want as long as you don’t stop moving again.”

“Alright then, call me mistress,” I demanded, moving again, taking him deep and then arching away as I rose higher. 

“You are the mistress of my heart.”

The touch of poetry surprised me.  “I liked the sound of that too.  Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in this miserable world.  I want to pump into you again and again until you come apart.  I want to feel you tremble and shudder above me when you come.  And when you do, I want to hear my name on those sweet, sweet lips.” 

I started to move faster, enslaved by his words and the exquisite friction between us.  “Tell me that you need me,” I demanded, feeling my release spiraling closer with every thrust.

“I need you, Lily.  So fucking much.”  His poetry deserted him as his breath came faster and harder, but I didn’t care, the raw need in his voice sparking something deep within me. 

“Tell me that I own you, Aidan.  Tell me that you’re mine.”

“Ah fuck, you know you own me, Lily, body and soul.  I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.”

  I let out a cry as my body danced closer to the edge, so close I could almost taste it, and then a sudden creak broke my rhythm as Aidan gave a mighty roar, the narrow bedposts cracking as he broke free of his bonds.  I stared at him in utter shock as he pulled off the blindfold and flipped me under him.

“And now, I’m gonna make you scream my name.”  He slid into me with a primal grunt, pressing me down against the soft mattress.  I’d barely begun to recover from the surprise at finding the tables turned, when he overwhelmed me with sensation, driving into me again and again, punishing me for my teasing, slow screw with single minded intensity – to fuck me into oblivion. 

It was good, so fucking good, I didn’t last long.  Aidan was in total control, and I surrendered myself to it, utterly.  In that surrender, I found my explosive release, screaming his name so loud, I was sure it’d have the servants come running, and I didn’t give a damn.  I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to.  I lost my fucking mind as the waves of pleasure ripped through me, each one stronger than the last.  And still he pounded into me, shattering my last shred of self control until I forgot how to breathe, forgot how to talk, forgot everything but how to feel. 

Aidan came then, and I lay back, watching his glorious face through half-lidded eyes – the way his eyes squinted tightly shut, the beads of sweat gathering by his hair, that little lip curl that meant he was so tightly focused, he couldn’t speak.  He thrust again slowly, lazily, and it sent another delicious shudder through me.  His brilliant blue eyes opened, lingering on my face, as if memorizing every last detail.