Lily and the Beast 2 (4 page)

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 get 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. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praised her, reaching down to stroke her clit in reward.  “Are you ready for me?”  Lily nodded, but he needed to hear it.  “Say it.”

“Yes, Aidan.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to take me,” she panted, hips pressing back toward him, but he didn’t enter her yet. 

“You want me to fuck you from behind?” he teased with his words and the head of his cock, easing the tip in and then out. 

“Yes,” she moaned.  “I want you to slam into me hard.  Please… please fuck me, Aidan.”

His balls clenched, a wave of desire rolling through him, but Aidan didn’t give in to what they both wanted.  Not yet.  “Did you miss me while I was gone?”

“Yes.  Yes, I missed you so bad.”

“Why?”

“Because I do… I did.”  That deserved a reward and he stroked her clit.  “I… fuck, please…” she begged, hips thrusting back, but he pinched the tiny nub, holding her still.  

“Why did you miss me, Lily?  Was it because you missed my cock?”

“Yes, I missed your cock.  I missed you…” Her voice was muffled against the pillow and she turned to one side, sucking in a ragged breath as he stroked her clit.  “Because I’m yours.  I’m yours, Aidan.  Please, please fuck me,” she begged, and he slammed all the way in with one hard stroke, their moans of pleasure mingling in the air.   

Aidan didn’t realize how much he needed to hear her say that until it slipped out, unbidden, and his chest tightened with sweet agony.  He fucked her hard and fast, the way he knew she liked it, slowing when he started to get too close, and then speeding up again when he couldn’t stand it any longer.  Lily couldn’t do much from her position, but her hips thrust back at him just enough to let him know how much she wanted this too. 

He was getting close with almost every stroke now, whether he slowed down or not, and Aidan decided to push her limits again.  Letting go of her hip, her turned on the vibe in her ass, and she bucked back against him, a strangled cry escaping as her pussy clenched all around him. 

“It’s so… God, I can’t… it’s too much, I…”

“Just let it go, baby,” he soothed, thrusting deep inside her.  “Come for me, you know you want to.  Let it go.”

She arched back against him, her breaths coming in mewling pants as her face pressed into the pillow and then she screamed, her pussy clenching as she came hard.  It was enough to send Aidan over the edge and he came while she was still spasming around him, letting out a deep growl of satisfaction as her body went still.  He gave another few thrusts, unable to help himself when she felt so fucking good, and then pulled out, carefully turning off the vibe before he slipped it out of her. 

“There’s my good girl,” he smiled, giving her ass an appreciative stroke, but she didn’t respond.  “Lily?”  Rolling her to the side, he was stunned to find her unconscious and pale, much too pale for what they’d just experienced.  “Shit!”  With shaking fingers, he worked to unhitch the cuffs at her wrist, scared to death that he’d pushed her too far.  She’d tried to warn him that it was too much, and what had he done?  Kept rutting into her like a fucking animal. 

“Lily?” He tried again, patting her cheek, but she was so still, so pale… was she still breathing?  The corset… he had to get the damn thing off of her, but the knots were too tight, or his fingers too clumsy.  
Get it off her now!
  Grabbing a jackknife from the drawer in the bedside table, he slipped it between her body and the silky cords, forcing himself to go slow to keep from cutting her tender skin as he sliced through the stays.  The corset fell away, and he guided her onto her back, propping a pillow under her feet. 
She was so goddamn still…

Aidan pulled the blindfold free, stroking her cheek to try and jostle her back to consciousness, but she didn’t respond at all.  Leaning close, he could feel the soft flutter of her breath against his cheek, but it felt much too shallow, much too slow.  She had to be alright, she just had to.  He couldn’t lose her.  Not now.  He pumped her legs a couple of times, trying to get the blood flowing properly before propping them up on the pillows, and that’s when he noticed how inflamed her wrists were. 

Unbuckling them as quickly as he could manage, he was appalled to see how red and swollen her wrists were from struggling against the cuffs.  The leather had always seemed soft to him, but her tender flesh had been quick to rub raw. 
Fuck, what had he done to her? 
He was nothing more than a monster.   

Lily gave a soft moan, and his gaze flicked back to her face, desperate for some sign that she was coming out of it.  Her eyelids fluttered open, her soft, doe eyes unfocused and confused. 

Aidan gently rubbed her wrist, leaning over her, his dark blonde hair nearly touching her breasts as he checked her pupils.  “Lily, are you okay?  Can you hear me?”

Her brows dipped closer together as she blinked, her free hand going up to her forehead.  “What happened?”

“You passed out.  How do you feel?  Does it hurt anywhere?  Are you dizzy?  Should I call a doctor?”

Lily started to shake her head but stopped, her eyes widening in shock and horror as she stared at him.  And that’s when he remembered… she could
see
him.  In all the panic over her wellbeing, he’d forgotten what that really meant.  “Don’t look at me,” he scowled, turning the ruined side of his face away.