Lily and the Billionaire: The Complete Collection (12 page)

Later; much later, she fumbled her way into her flat, tottering slightly in her now quite painful boots. Without even bothering to take them off, she lay flat on her back on her bed, feet hanging from the end.

'What a night!' she thought. A great many confusing emotions were vying for her attention as she replayed the evening's events in her mind. Dinner had been absolutely fantastic; probably some of the best food she had ever eaten; and Edwin's conversation had been intriguing to say the least. No, more like mesmerising, she thought, recalling those hypnotic green eyes and shivering happily at the effect they had on her. So what exactly had made her act so cold at the end, leaving him on a street just outside the restaurant? Frowning, she attempted to pinpoint this. She knew it had felt like the right decision at the time, but now, thinking back, she wasn't so sure (this feeling was more difficult to define).

Whenever they were together; wherever they went, Edwin inspired a natural ease in her which was like nothing she'd ever felt before.  His presence seemed to create an atmosphere of magic around everything they did, like constant hum of excitement, in which anything was possible. So why didn't she feel comfortable enough to open up to him?

Partly she worried that it was only
because
of his wealth that he was able to project this feeling. 

Surely it's not necessary to be rich to live a magical life…

Money had always made her feel a bit uncomfortable, because it seemed so unfair that some people are able to live a good quality life while others can't. 

Their food had arrived that night while Edwin was in the toilet. Lily was gazing out of the window again at some tied-up yachts she had noticed on the water below. The waitress, a plump, middle-aged woman with messy hair and an air of confused busyness, noticed this and commented, "Nice aren't they? Mr Waterman has quite a collection."

"What?" Lily started, confused.

"Those pretty boats. They all belong to Mr Waterman. He's got more I'm sure in other locations. Of course, he lets other people ride in them too…"

She smiled jovially as she finished placing their meals on the table. The aromas emanating from them were intensely pleasing, and Lily had to close her eyes and breathe in, savouring the sensation.

"Smells fantastic!" she heard Edwin comment as he retook his seat opposite her. "Here they only use the best ingredients; organic where they can get them, and always local and fresh…"

From there had begun a sensuous verbal exploration of what constituted high-quality food, punctuated by a delectable mix of tastes; and she had never got round to finding out more about the boats.

But for Edwin to have so much - is it right that any person's hands should hold so much… power? 

She experienced a flash of Eugene spanking her, for some reason. Shaking her head as she finally began to pull off her boots, she continued considering Edwin. 

'Despite him being in command of a great deal of wealth he doesn't act like he's above everyone else', she admitted.

Of course, Edwin clearly respected her as a person.  He also seemed genuinely supportive of her artistic ambitions.  It was like he knew how to ask those questions which would touch her most deeply. 
Stirring some of her most profound, and almost forgotten, dreams. She remembered one comment which had touched her deeply. Edwin had asked "Are you doing what feels right to you to be happy?"

It seemed such a simple question, but no-one had ever asked her anything like it before. She did not know how to answer; yet she could feel his words penetrating into her very centre; opening parts of her which she had half-thought were lost.

Somehow, though, something inside her was still resisting him. He had insisted on paying the bill, and she felt an old twinge of fear of becoming simply some kind of trophy, to be paid for but not respected. They had left the homely little restaurant in silence, and Lily, looking up into Edwin's golden-skinned face as they exited to the street, felt a yearning to reach him; but a distance between them that now seemed insurmountable.

She had made her excuses and said goodbye; telling herself she was doing what made her happy. Yet as she was turning to walk away Edwin made one last comment to her:

"I don't expect anything from you, Lily. But you are free to expect as much as you want from yourself…"

She drifted fitfully to sleep with these words ringing in her head.

*******

The next few days at work seemed different from usual. Lily still felt very confused by her interactions with Edwin, but for some reason, everything that she did was getting easier and easier. She found herself sliding through her tasks at the bar with an abnormal levity, and could not shake the feelings awoken inside her that night by Edwin; that many different little parts of her were slowly opening up. It was an intriguing feeling and she sensed herself changing as she actually spoke quite happily with some of the customers; not her usual tactic. With one regular, a large shaven-headed businessman whom she had previously instinctively marked down as some kind of 'city
wanker', she found herself sharing her frustrations over the London public transport system, and to her surprise he instantly remarked,

"If you don't want to get public transport anymore, I've got an old bike you could have."

"Oh…Really?" asked Lily, not entirely convinced. "But what about getting home from work? Isn't it dangerous to cycle late at night?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," assured the guy, whose name, she vaguely recalled, was probably Fred, "I've got loads of old bits of fluorescent clothing lying around at home. I'll bring them in for you too. And the bike has a light", he added, smiling.

"Hmm", pondered Lily, somewhat taken in. She remembered how liberating it had seemed for Eugene to be zipping around the city, not having to worry about paying to go anywhere.

"But how much do you want for it?" she asked.

"It's just sitting in my house not being used by anyone right now", said Fred. "Tell you what, you can just give me a tenner for it. It works perfectly, I'm pretty sure".

“Well…"

“How about I bring it in for you in the next few days and you can take a look at it?" Fred had suggested, and a few days and the exchange of half of her evening's tips later she found herself instead of waiting again for the night bus at the end of her shift, proudly, if slightly nervously, making her way home through her own power. It had all fallen into place so easily. 'And it's even really fun!' she thought as she zoomed along a road where normally the bus had an achingly dull number of stops. The next day was her day off, and she resolved to take the bike out exploring.

She checked her social media networks again to see if there was something as interesting as that exhibition which she could cycle to. She found a post about a free interactive cinema somewhere by Shoreditch. She wasn't quite sure what 'interactive' could mean in this sense but found it sufficiently enticing. Packing a bottle of water and her new fluorescent kit, she set off to see the show; only realising about halfway through the journey that she had forgotten to check a map. But she knew roughly where the place was; sitting up and breathing deeply, she felt confident that she would find it.

The ride took a lot longer than anticipated and Lily was sweating and sore-legged by the time she found the right address. She locked the bike up with the D-lock (another gift from Fred) and staggered towards the entrance; only to be greeted by a crowd of people coming the other way.

“Is this the free cinema show?" she asked a smiling blonde lady as she approached the group.

“Oh! Yes, it was, love - but I'm afraid you've missed it", explained the lady.

Lily's heart sank. She had come all this way, only to miss the very thing she set out to do!

"So much for expecting things from myself", she grumbled. Now what was she going to do? She badly needed to sit down before she could think about cycling again.

"Good evening, madame," said a familiar voice behind her. She turned to find a broad grin flashing at her from beneath a formidable moustache.

"Eugene!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"Well I was just on my way home to relax", he smiled, looking her sweaty body up and down, "but things don't have to be
too
relaxed, if your plans were to coincide with mine…"

He had been very impressed with her control of the bike as they made the short journey through the packed streets to his place. This made her feel much better about missing the show, and she was breathing deeply again as she felt her confidence increase minute by minute. This feeling continued through their companionable sharing of a snack and was still filling her with a glow as they sat together on the bed, eyes flashing lustfully at each other.

"I really enjoyed our experience the other night", Eugene was saying. "Especially seeing such different sides to you. Why don't we explore more…?"

She looked deeply into his chocolatey eyes, wondering what treats he had planned now.

"It was nice surrendering all control for a bit", she admitted in a soft murmur.

"Ah! Yes," agreed Eugene, softly caressing her thighs and moving his hands up her body; stroking every part of exposed skin he could find with delight. Her chest was still sticky from the bike ride and he moved his hands slowly inside her top, sliding them around on her slippery boobs.

"You can let go completely, Lily", he said, putting his hand behind her back and pushing her down onto the bed,

"I'll take care of all of your - needs".

"Ooh, well, ok then," agreed Lily, sinking back onto the bed. She was surprised by how good it felt to relax into Eugene, feeling his manly power. He unstuck her top from her chest and whipped it off, then grinned down at her wickedly.

"You have so much to give, Lily," he smiled, rubbing her all over, making her moan and shiver as she squirmed around on the bed, allowing him access to all of her body. Delighted, he continued to peel off her sweat-imbued clothes, going on, "and I want it
all!
"

Soon she was wriggling uninhibited by her garments and he continued rubbing her, draping his fingers up and down her thighs; finding her sweaty pussy and adding to its moistness. He was still fully-clothed and she was struck by how potent the effect of this was. It felt almost naughty; a clear imbalance of some kind. His powerful fingers inside her told her that it was an imbalance she could get into enjoying.

He bent and licked her smoothly, guiding his tongue up over her clitoris and along her belly, bringing his head up to face her; eyes shining.

"Lily, I'm going to tie you up again", he said; instantly moistening her further.

"Do it", she murmured, rubbing her naked pussy seductively on the growing bulge in his jeans.

Giggling happily, Eugene reached into the drawer and pulled out the handcuffs, securing her firmly to his head post. She resisted much less than previously; her body remembering the pleasure she had got from the last time she had been attached like this.

"Ooh, Eugene, I've been a naughty girl!" she said. "What are you going to do with me?"

He was rubbing himself all over her; still fully clothed. He bit her ear and stuck his tongue inside, whispering, "I'm going to tie you up some more…"

Standing, he left her on the bed for a moment, on fire with curiosity. He came back clutching a long silk scarf, and grabbing her by the hair he looped it around her face. As her vision began to be obscured, she hesitated, and shook her head, attempting to dislodge him.

"I don't know if I want to not be able to see", she explained. Eugene paused for a second, the scarf draping over her eyes, only half-blinding her for now.

“Oh but I think your character wants it," he whispered enticingly to her. "I think you will really enjoy the sensuality of this particular game". Seductively, he pulled the scarf from her face, trailing it over her body and stroking her with the lustrous fabric. She sighed, closing her eyes to feel the silkiness on her skin.

"I suppose so", she murmured, giving in. She could feel the new openings inside her loosening more and more, pulling her forwards towards…she wasn't sure yet towards what.

Eugene danced the scarf across her face again, tying it tightly so that she could not see at all. Now he began licking her all over, rolling his tongue in electric movements along her whole body; drinking in her sweat enthusiastically. Her sense of feeling was heightened by the scarf and she gasped in pleasure, thrusting herself towards him, or where she sensed that he was. His tongue was sliding sweetly inside her, causing her to convulse as he entered her pussy. All thoughts of resistance were melting away now and she revolved herself around on his mouth, moaning deliciously.

Now she could hear a strange sound; a kind of 'hiss' and a metallic shaking.

"What are you doing?" she asked, and then - "ah!" as she felt something cold and viscous spreading over her thighs.

"You just look so delicious lying there", explained Eugene, "I thought I'd add some extra sweetness…"

She felt his tongue again; warm on the cool substance, sending hot and cold shivers up and down her spine.

He slurped enthusiastically; pushing his tongue again inside her pussy and humming in pleasure, causing her to cry "
Mmmmm", as well.

It was fabulously thrilling to be licked in such a mysterious way; and the thrill was intensifying as he continued to push his tongue further inside her. Then she gasped again as she felt a cool creamy squirt jetting right inside her, and Eugene's hot tongue eagerly lapping it.

"It's cream!" she guessed, licking her lips: unhealthy as it was, eating whipped cream was definitely one of her guilty pleasures.

"Oh yeah baby," she heard Eugene from inside her, "and it's not the only thing round here that's gonna cream!"

She giggled, turned on and amused by his manner. He was so open and funny; she was enjoying playing with him very much. Still, though, there seemed to be something missing; as if they were not playing with their full selves. 'I suppose that's the point of acting as a character though', she thought, and then, 'wow!' as Eugene gyrated his tongue in a particularly titillating motion inside her pussy.

"Oh, Lily, I want you to taste this," he cried, grabbing her free hand and pushing it into the cream. She brought it up to her mouth eagerly and licked in delight.

“Now, play with yourself”, he commanded, and she eagerly brought her hand down to her entrance, rubbing the cream all around, and sticking her fingers inside, then gathering the cream and bringing it to her lips, sucking blissfully.

“Wow, what a treat!” she enthused.

“I’ve got more for you,” she heard him growl, and felt something rigid and creamy rubbing her lips. She parted them hungrily, and felt his warm, throbbing penis smothered in the cool, indulgent cream sliding into her mouth. She engulfed him with vigour, feeling his penis in a new way; contrasted with the cream and her covered sight. It was delicious.

She was still playing with herself while slurping all over his dick; her fingers questing as he rocked backwards and forwards inside her mouth. She felt like she could almost intuit his every move, and was following him closely. She could feel a profound awakening beginning inside her, as all of the little openings slowly grew larger and larger.

Suddenly he whisked his cock from her mouth and she felt his smooth slipping-in; squeezing him tight with her pussy, moaning as he plunged into her, fucking her passionately as she bucked about under him on the bed.

Her sensitivity to him felt heightened by her blindfold to a frenzied point; every thrust sent her shuddering and she felt him penetrating almost to her soul.

Almost, but not quite...as she relaxed onto him, guiding him into her most sensitive places, she began to realise what it was that was yawning open inside her; about to engulf her. Eugene was fucking her with mounting vigour and she reciprocated, as she felt herself letting go completely: of any prejudices; of judgement; of the need to control what is going on. Eugene was grunting in passion; harder and harder they writhed together, and Lily felt the openings inside her increase as she saw clearly through her covered eyes: Eugene was fucking her fantastically, but she was opening for one man and one man alone: Edwin Waterman.

Screaming in blissful realisation, she came frantically, holding another man, not Eugene, inside her.