Untaming Lily Wilde (31 page)

“Isn’t she just.” Christoph’s tone was unreadable. He ran a finger down my spine. “On your side,” he instructed.

Grayson wriggled out from under me, allowing Christoph to push me down flat on my front before rolling us both sideways. We lay there, heads on pillows, Christoph behind me, with Grayson lying to my left, watching me with his trademark lazy smile, but now also with a hint of admiration - like I’d bitten him for the kink-factor, rather than to save him rendering my vagina permanently out of action.

Christoph’s hands reached round to knead my flesh, caressing my breasts and flicking his fingertips over my nipples before trailing his fingers down to my clit, triggering fresh waves of heat. It was like he’d tripped a switch. Sparks flew. Oh Viagra. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Or maybe it was just the wrongness of the set-up that had me on fire. My breathing faltered, jagged and noisy as hell. My butt pushed back against Christoph. I was on the verge… so on the verge…

“Don’t be greedy, Lily. You’ll come when I tell you to,” he ordered, and I’m thinking ‘sure - well good luck with that, but coming on demand might be a tall order’… all the same, I tried to obey. I tried not to focus on his genius fingers. Tried to ignore the orgasm, protesting violently inside me. That is, until Grayson, with the devil in his eyes, lent in to kiss my lips again; parting them, pushing his tongue against mine. He was trying to get me into trouble. It was working. At this rate, I wouldn’t last much longer.

But Christoph was speeding up, pushing harder, his fingers flicking my dripping clit more vigorously as he drew closer to his own climax. And then he came; he pushed deep into me and held there, pumping away inside that oh-so-naughty passage while I drew back from Grayson, gasping. Christoph didn’t utter a sound the whole time. No groans, no moans, no anything. Silent, controlled authority.

After a few seconds, his fingers pulled away from my clit, and he pulled out; not too fast, but fast enough to make me grunt like Maria Sharapova.

He stroked a hand down the length of my spine. A bare hint of comfort, of affection, before switching back to his colder self. “Go and get showered if you want. I’ll discipline you for assaulting our guest after.”

My face must have illustrated the utter astonishment inside. What was he talking about? The ear nip?!

“I told you to kiss him, not chew him, Lily,” he said, confirming my suspicions. “Now, be quick. I hate to be kept waiting.”

I jumped to my feet too fast, wobbled back onto the bed as a head-rush momentarily blackened my world, then decided to whip off my stockings and shoes before making my dash for the shower. I closed the door behind me, not knowing if this was ‘allowed’ but wanting some privacy all the same. I switched on the shower and turned up the heat. What’s with men and luke-warm showers? Tom had been just the same as Seb in this respect. Though thankfully that’s only thing they have in common as far as I know. Then, ducking my head to avoid drenching my hair, I scrubbed myself, inhaling the deep cinnamon of Seb’s shower-gel, before clambering out and wrapping myself in his navy blue towel. The whole process can’t have taken more than five minutes, yet when I returned to the bedroom, Christoph was sitting, unmasked, on Seb’s desk chair, and Grayson was nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t help but stare at his face, though I knew I’d pay for it later. Without the mask his eyes seemed bigger; eyes so dark they pulled me in like black holes, augmented by thick, defined eyebrows. His skin, the colour of milky tea, was perfectly even in tone across a face which might have been calved from soap-stone for all it’s symmetrical, angular perfection.

He raised an eyebrow, challenging my audacity, and I lowered my gaze, unsure where to look, how to stand, what the hell I was meant to do with myself.

“Come,” he said. An ambiguous instruction under the circumstances. He sighed, reading my uncertainty. “Come here.” I walked over to him, folding my arms awkwardly across my front, as Grayson re-entered the room with an armful of butt-whacking weaponry.

“So, what are you in the mood for?” he asked Christoph.

“Oh, I’m feeling magnanimous. Something light, I think. The paddle will do.”

Grayson’s eyes flashed momentarily at me as if to say ‘knew it!’ as he handed Christoph the very paddle we’d played with yesterday. At least I knew I could cope with that one.

Christoph pulled my arms and towel down in one easy movement then advised me to lie across his lap if I wanted his so called ‘magnanimity’ to continue. He helped me climb into position while I fought against the temptation to shrivel up and die of humiliation. He stroked my butt, almost lovingly - most likely loving the idea of what he was about to do to it - as Grayson handed over the weapon of choice. Grayson then crossed the room to sit the bed, leaning back relaxed and ready to enjoy the spectacle. My pubic bone lay flush to Christoph’s right thigh. My clit lightly throbbed as a warm tingle of anticipation rushed through me. Was this still the Viagra taking effect or was I really getting into this submission thing? I’m not even going to try to answer that, but I will admit this much: that first whack of the paddle against my hide stung like an angry jellyfish - and I didn’t mind.

God knows how many whacks later, I was floating almost out of my body in a state of divine unreality. Pain radiated from my butt but heavenly things were happening to my sex. I spasmed with each jolt of the paddle, causing my clit to graze his thigh with just the merest whisper of contact, and that alone was enough to fire me up ready for what promised to be a super-nova of an orgasm. I was weak with lust. Euphoric with it. So close to that final explosion of feeling. And then he stopped.

He pulled me up. Weak, barely able to stand, I stared into the middle distance, unable to hide the panting desire flowing from every pore of my disbelieving body. “You look exhausted, Lily. Perhaps we should call it an evening,” he told me, already brushing himself down and turning toward the door. “I’ll be in touch.”

Just like that! No, finishing the job. No, thanks for the good time. Just ‘I’ll be in touch’… I wrapped the towel back around me as Grayson picked himself off the bed.

“Always leave the Sub wanting more. First rule of Dominance,” he informed me with a wink. He brushed his fingers against my cheek and kissed my forehead. “Coming downstairs?” he asked.

We’d been in Seb’s room for maybe an hour, and no doubt the party was only just getting into full swing but I was more than ready to call it a night. I shook my head.

“Thought not. OK, sweetness. You rest up. You did great by the way,” he told me, and in an instant he was gone too.

I climbed into bed, head still spinning, body still shuddering on the verge of orgasm. Within a minute I… how to put this?… reached my end point (!) and before I knew what had hit me, was waking up to sunlight and the smell of freshly ground coffee. I’d slept for ten solid hours.

OK. That’s quite enough about my risque antics for the time being. Except to add that Christoph did indeed get in touch. I didn’t see him in person. He’d left before I got up. But he’d asked Grayson to pass on a message.

Grayson hurried me into the office as soon as he clapped eyes on me at the base of the stairs, and excitedly pulled a file from the shelves. His eyes sparkled with something other than raw amusement as he said the words I’ll never forget: ‘Christoph wants to force himself on you.’

What the fuck?! And what’s more, for reasons too uncomfortable to go into, I actually found myself considering his offer. Craziness. What’s wrong with me?!

Yours urgently-in-need-of-lobotomy,

Lily x

21

Lily put down her pen and slumped onto the couch.
Her couch.
It had been a fruit-loopy whirlwind of a day, and she was glad to be back in her own space. Back on solid ground, where her thoughts felt more like her own. She snapped off another piece of chocolate, cursing herself for only buying the one bar. Her period had started the moment she’d walked through her front door, and she’d immediately turned about tail to get stocked up on chocolate and tampons; physically exhausted, but grateful her body had had the decency not to bring on Aunt Flo yesterday evening.

She reread her last few sentences. Forced sex.
He wants to force himself on me. Jesus.
It was a crazy notion, one she’d never entertain, surely, except - well - a little bit of her was entertaining it. That ‘little bit’ was also trying to come to terms with the most shocking part of the masquerade - something Lily couldn’t even bring herself to write about, it was that ridiculous. Ridiculous and somehow very, very painful.

She and Grayson had been in the office while Grayson did his best to explain how Christoph’s proposal was actual quite run-of-the-mill. Lily hadn’t bought into it for a second, but she pretended to listen all the same, allowing herself some time to recover from the shock of this mad-cap suggestion.

“OK, so I’m not saying it’s something all that many of our clients request, but it’s hardly unheard of either,” he’d said, flicking through his file until he’d found the section he was after. “Here we go. There’s a bunch of consent forms here. See for yourself.” He stood next to Lily then, so she could see the document, though he covered the signatory’s name with one hand. “You probably don’t know her, but just in case,” he’d explained. Lily couldn’t have cared less who the client was. She’d already spotted a different name on the document. And suddenly she no longer knew which way was up and which way down.

Grayson caught on a little too late. “Shit. Sorry - bad example. Here, I’ll find another. Just a minute…” he started flicking the pages but the damage was done. She sat down, her head swimming. Drowning more like. One sentence had done that. Just a few little words which were now tacked to her heart with drawing pins:
‘The client requests that Sebastian Harper take the role of aggressor.’

“Oh, God… Lily, it’s really not such a big deal. Honest to God, it’s not. You want a drink? You’re white as a ghost.”

She shook her head. It made no sense. Seb was so vehemently against Lily getting involved in rape role-play. Not that she’d have considered it for a second anyway. Was it a case of ‘do as I say, not as I do’? Could he really have done that?
Did he… enjoy it?

Grayson gently closed the folder and rested it on the desk before wrapping an arm round Lily’s shoulders. “That’s why Ana was so pissed with him at dinner - you know - about the whole the ‘forced sex’ issue,” he sighed, holding her tight. “But I am sorry, Lily. I know you think highly of him.”

Lily’s eyes glazed with tears but she fought them back, feeling suddenly childish. Grayson kept going, though nothing he could’ve said was going to make Lily feel any better. “But - you know - other than being an extreme hypocrite, he’s not done anything wrong. He only role-played with women who specifically wanted to act out that fantasy. And the feedback was amazing. I mean - wow - happy customers! And…” Grayson trailed off, realizing a little too late that Lily really didn’t want to hear this stuff. “Are you OK?”

No, she thought, her thoughts melting into a swirling chaos.
Not OK at all.
“I don’t know.” Lily chewed on her bottom lip, staring absently into the middle distance.

“Don’t be mad at him. He thinks he’s protecting you, I guess.”

“I guess.” It didn’t sound like her voice. The words were disjointed, too croaky.

“Well, look - I’ve told Christoph you’ll need time to think it through, so no pressure - none at all. I just wanted you to have all the facts so you can make your own decision.”

Grayson’s words barely penetrated the wall of doubt stacking high between Lily and her supposed lover. Do I even know you at all, Seb Harper? She thought.
Is this what you’re into?

“Lily? Did you hear me, honey? I said do you want to get back to me in a day or so?”

She turned to look at him. “I know my answer.”

Grayson shrugged. “Sure. I understand. I mean Seb was pretty clear on this - of course you wouldn’t want to rock the boat by going against him, and…”

“It’s not about Seb,” she interrupted, meaning every word. “I wouldn’t enjoy it. I don’t want it.”

He nodded. The sparkle in his eyes had been well and truly snuffed out. Lily even found herself feeling a little guilty; but there was no point dragging things out. She knew how she felt, and she knew how she’d feel tomorrow, and the day after that.

Just as Lily was about to make her excuses, Ana walked in. She clocked Lily’s shell-shocked expression in an instant. “Lily, are you alright? What’s happened?”

“She knows about Seb.” He pointed at the folder, and Ana’s face eventually morphed from confusion to understanding.

“Oh.”

“Oh, indeed,” he said. “I’m such an idiot.”

Lily’s shock was beginning to mingle with embarrassed. She felt foolish getting so upset. Anyone who stepped foot in Hatherly was expected to be open to just about anything and everything, and here she was, feeling like her heart was about to break. It was ludicrous. “I’m fine. Really.”

Ana shook her head. “You’re not fine. Lily and I need some girl only time. Come with me - we’ll go somewhere private.” Lily didn’t have the energy to refuse.

Ana led Lily down the corridor. For a mad moment, Lily thought they were headed for the dungeon, but they veered off into the Gym, settling opposite each other on two adjacent weight benches.