Lily and the Beast (Lily and the Beast #1) Page 9

  “Why does the sound of that make me nervous?”

  “You don’t trust me?”

  I couldn’t tell what kind of emotion was behind his question, it was too tightly reined in. “I… want to,” I answered honestly enough.

  “How about if I trust you first?”

  My eyebrows rose behind the blindfold. “Okay. Um, how?”

  “I’m going to remove your blindfold,” he said, his fingers lightly grasping the edge of the mask. Was I finally going to get to see him? “And I’m trusting you to keep your eyes forward. Can you do that for me?”

  Disappointment lanced through me, but it was a step in the right direction. “Yes, Aidan,” I answered without hesitation.

  “Good girl.” He tugged the mask down around my neck, and I got my first glimpse of his office, decorated in stark chrome and glass, completely at odds with the elaborate grandeur of his home. The fireplace was cold and dark, that explained the chill in the room.

  “Nice,” I commented, freezing in place as I realized I could see a partial image of him reflected in the dark window. His hair was darker than I’d thought, or maybe that was just the poor lighting coming from the desk lamp. It was long, past his shoulders, but pulled back at the temples. He seemed taller than I’d imagined, towering over me, maybe six foot four or five, his shoulders impossibly broad and well muscled.

  I was only able to see a hint of his strong cheekbone, his jaw was completely obscured with the heavy scruff of a beard. The urge to tilt my head a bit try to see what his face actually looked like was strong, but I obediently kept my head still. He wore a crisp, white, button up shirt, un-tucked at the waist and rolled up at the sleeves to reveal toned forearms, paired with blue jeans. His toes were bare.

  I waited for him to catch me staring, but Aidan didn’t seem to notice, his eyes on something else. “This isn’t what I wanted to show you,” he said, turning me by the shoulders and propelling me forward. It took everything I had in me to keep my eyes forward once that glimpse of him slid from my view. We stopped in front of a door that looked like it opened to a storage closet, or maybe a private bathroom. “Open it,” he ordered, his lips level with the top of my head.

  Inside was a dark paneled room that reminded me of the study, only instead of the couch and chairs, a huge four poster bed dominated the room. There were no blankets on the bed, only a bottom sheet and two king sized pillows, all in black. We stepped farther into the room, and the floor felt springy, like there was extra padding under my toes, but the light wasn’t good enough to see what it was made of. There was a fire in the fireplace, banked low, but enough to give the room some warmth and additional light.

  A fainting couch sat next to the fireplace, and a low, hard bench beside it. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I noticed there were metal hooks set into the ceiling over the bed and in the center of the room. A big flat screen TV was mounted to the far wall, flanked by two standing wardrobes.

  There were no mirrors at all.

  “What is this place?” I asked, thinking it was way too Spartan and small to be his bedroom, given the size of the mansion.

  Aidan led me to one of the wardrobes, his arm reaching past me to pull it open, revealing a jumble of different, colorful clothes. No, not clothes – costumes. The other one was filled with velvet lined shelves displaying all kinds of sex toys, the bottom two racks packed with DVD cases. Holy shit, it was like a porn palace.

  “This is my playroom,” he said, without shame. “It’s not as hardcore as some, but it suits my needs.”

  I stared at the rows of sexual devices in shock and awe. I couldn’t even guess what half of the stuff was for. Not only vibrators and dildos, but oddly shaped implements of rubber and glass that scared the hell out of me. Was this what he had in mind for the night?

  “This is where that trust comes into play. Close your eyes.” His voice slid over me like a caress, and I was powerless against it. As long as you keep your eyes closed, I won’t make you wear the blindfold.”

  “Okay,” I murmured, sucking in a breath as he stepped around in front of me. God, I wanted to see him in the worst way, but I knew this was a test, and I didn’t want to blow it.

  “Good girl. Let’s move over to the bed.”

  Was that it? I’d expected him to make me choose my sex toy for the night or the kind of porn he wanted to watch. Then again, I should’ve realized he’d be the one making that call, not me.

  “I have something for you.”

  I’ll bet, I wanted to say, but I held my tongue.

  Aidan thrust a small leather cuff into my hands. My fingers turned it over, feeling the heavy metal buckle on it, and the d-ring. “Do you feel how soft the leather is inside? They won’t hurt you.”

  “You’re going to tie me up?”

  “I’m going to restrain you safely,” he replied, taking the cuff out of my hands and buckling it around my wrist. I had to admit, it was stiff, but it didn’t hurt, even when I twisted my wrist back and forth. “Trust me, you’ll be much more comfortable in these than you would with my belt.”

  I wasn’t thrilled, knowing I couldn’t touch him freely, but I had to admit, a part of me was definitely turned on by the idea of being completely under his power. I mean, I’d known he had the right to do anything he wanted to me, but with my wrists lashed together, I’d really have no say in whatever he did. Beyond the safeword, of course, and that made me feel better about it.

  He knelt before me and buckled a similar pair around my ankles, and that sent another nervous flutter through me. I’d barely made my peace with having my hands strapped down and now he wanted to tie my ankles too? His hands slid up the backs of my calves as he straightened, and I found the touch soothing.

  There was a jingling sound, and I felt the cool touch of leather as he slid something up around my neck. Aidan buckled on a stiff, leather collar, about two inches tall, with a d-ring in the front. “You’ve earned this,” he said with a touch of pride in his voice.

  I don’t know why, but his words struck a chord within me. He’d gifted me with a look at the room because he wanted me to be okay with what was coming next. He wanted me to feel safe. Still, I couldn’t help but ask, “Are you gonna whip me and paddle me and stuff?” I hadn’t seen any of those things, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have them handy.

  “No. I’m not into inflicting pain, unless you need to be disciplined.”

  Thank God. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be okay with that. “Then what’s the point of all this stuff?” He hadn’t restrained me yet, and I tentatively ran my fingers over the stiff collar. Like the cuffs, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but it made me hold my head higher.

  “It’s about control, Lily.” His voice full of need, he slipped my robe off, and I held my breath, anticipating his touch, but he pulled off my bra and panties, with an almost businesslike brusqueness.

  “Do you want me to dress up in one of those outfits?” I guessed, stepping out of the panties and holding onto his shoulder to keep my balance.

  “No, I want you naked tonight, with nothing to get in the way.” His hands closed around my hips and lifted me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing. “Lay back against the bed now. No, farther up, scoot up to the pillows.”

  I did as he asked, a shiver breaking over me as my back hit the sheets. They were cool and soft as sin. He spent the next few minutes lashing my cuffs to the bed, adjusting them until I was spread eagled. There was a small amount of give so I could adjust my position, even bend my knees slightly, but I absolutely could not pull my legs shut. I’d never put myself completely in someone else’s hands before, and it was oddly freeing. I lay back with my eyes closed, trying not to grin as I felt his eyes on me, until he tugged the blindfold up over my eyes again, and I lost the urge to smile.

  “What happened to the trust?” I complained, forgetting not to show my displeasure, but he didn’t seem angry at the outburst. Instead, the bed dipped beside me as he climbed onto it.

  “Trust
has its limits, Lily. It’s time to test yours.”

  ~12~

  God, he loved the way she quivered like that, her entire body strung tight and splayed open for his viewing pleasure. The sight of her lying there, completely at his mercy, had Aidan painfully hard, and he quickly stripped out of his pants. She made a funny squeak as he climbed back onto the bed, ankles pulling tight against the cuffs, and a flicker of doubt shot through him.

  With one of his regulars, he didn’t give a fuck if she liked it or not, she was being paid to be his plaything. But Lily… Lily was different, and he wanted to make sure those lovely limbs were trembling in anticipation, not fear.

  Leaning close to her ear, he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “Remember, you have more power than you think, peaches,” he said softly, reminding her of her safeword. She gave the barest nod, and her legs relaxed, heels sliding against the sheet. “Good girl,” he praised her, lightly patting her soft belly before reaching for the long stemmed rose on the bedside table. At first he held it just over her nose, waiting to see when she noticed the heady fragrance. When he saw her nostrils flare, he brushed it against her lips, and down the curve of her chin.

  “What do you want me to do to you, Lily?” he asked, continuing the lazy touch, sliding the soft petals down the slope of her breast to swirl around the tip.

  Lily’s lips parted, shoulders pressing back against the pillow as she arched beneath the tickling touch. “I… don’t know. I thought you were… it’s all good,” she replied, a pucker of confusion appearing on her brow. It pleased him that she wanted him to take control, but for the first time, he found he really wanted to know what she craved next.

  “Is it?” he demanded, dropping the rose. “Is it all good?” Aidan grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks wide, leaving her particularly exposed and vulnerable as the head of his cock rubbed against her tightly puckered asshole. Lily predictably struggled against her bonds, a sharp gasp escaping her as her asscheeks clenched in his hands – but she didn’t say no. Interesting.

  “Tell me what you want, or I’ll have to take what I want,” he said, pressing his thumb against the tight rosebud.

  “Lick me,” she gasped, chest heaving.

  Aidan smiled, giving her ass another squeeze before letting it go. “Lick you? Just anywhere?” He shifted position, licking her shoulder without any particular art or heat.

  “Well, no, not anywhere. Lick me somewhere good.”

  “Somewhere good…” He pretended to consider, tongue darting out to sample the corner of her mouth. Big mistake. Her lips instinctively turned to him, his tongue brushing against hers and he got a taste of her. She tasted like cinnamon. Fuck, what had Fisk been feeding her? He wanted to devour that sweet mouth, but Aidan wasn’t there to kiss her, he was there to fuck her. The only place he was going to kiss her was on her hot snatch and only after she begged for it.

  “Where is somewhere good?” he prompted, moving away from the temptation of her mouth to lick the underside of her breast.

  “There is good,” she breathed. “And my, you know, my nipple.”

  Was it so hard for her to tell him what she wanted? Aidan’s tongue swirled around the rosy peak, ignoring the urge to take the entire thing into his mouth for a good, hard suck, giving her what she asked for – a lick, nothing more. She was into it though, her tits thrusting high, eager for more. “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes… no. I want more.”

  “More what?” Aidan teased, paying the same attention to the other nipple, and letting the scruff of his jaw accidentally brush across the sensitive tip when he was done.

  “Lick me, um… lower.”

  The tip of his tongue trailed lower, stopping to dip into her belly button and then continuing over the flare of her hip. She tensed again, and he switched to the broad, flat part of his tongue, lapping closer to her mound – only to veer off to the side, completely missing the direction he knew she wanted. She made a mewling sound, her hips shifting to try and nudge him in the right direction, but he turned his head to lick the inside of her thigh.

  “Lick my clit, please,” she demanded on a whimper, and he smiled against her quivering flesh.

  “Whatever the lady wants,” he rumbled, his tongue spearing out to tease the tiny pearl. He could tell he was getting her hotter, but he didn’t use any of his other tricks, only giving her exactly what she’d asked for, his tongue and nothing else.

  “No… lick me,” she demanded finally, growing bolder.

  “That’s what I’m doing.”

  “But use your whole mouth.”

  “Only my tongue can lick,” he smiled, deliberately misunderstanding her, before he took pity on her. “Do you want me to suck you?” Without waiting for permission, he sucked her clit into his mouth, tongue swirling over the swollen nub.

  “Yes, oh yes!”

  Aidan released her clit as quickly as he’d taken it. “Then you have to say it, Lily.”

  “I want you to suck me,” rushed out of her mouth.

  His lips latched onto her inner thigh, drawing sharply to raise a mark on the tender skin. “Suck you where?”

  “Suck my clit. Please, God… Aidan, suck my clit!”

  A shot of pure lust went through him at hearing that note of desperation in her voice, and Aidan let out a deep rumble of laughter as his mouth closed over her clit as requested, sucking up the delectable nub with gusto. Lily’s hips rose off the bed, pressing herself deeper into his mouth. He let her buck all she wanted, lips curving as he punished her with his tongue and lips.

  Lily writhed and moaned, pulling hard against the restraints while he nibbled and sucked. He was so hard, he had to keep his cock from touching the sheets or he might spill from that friction alone. “Is this what you wanted, Lily?” he asked, letting his raspy jaw brush over the delicate lips.

  Her head whipped to one side, chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Yes, but…”

  “But what?” God, he couldn’t keep his mouth off of her, she tasted so good.

  “I want… I need...”

  “Tell me. Tell me what you need.” His tongue dipped lower to probe her inner walls and his cock twitched with jealousy.

  “I need to come,” she whimpered.

  He lapped back up to circle her clit again in a lazy lick. “Then tell me what you need to come.” He knew it wasn’t enough, and he knew why it wasn’t enough, but he wanted to hear her say it.

  “I don’t know. Whatever you usually do, I don’t…”

  “Don’t you know? You asked me to lick and suck, and that’s what I’m doing,” he said, greedily lapping at her slit again. “Tell me what you want, Lily,” he breathed, blowing across the top of her clit. “Tell me what you need.”

  “Ah, fingers, I want your fingers inside me.”

  Good girl, he applauded her silently. He slipped two fingers inside her as ordered, feeling how wet and juicy she was. Again, his cock jerked in protest. “Is that really what you want? What I usually do, or something new?”

  “Something new? Like what?”

  “Have you ever had anything inside your ass before, Lily?”

  “No,” she gulped, unable to keep the fear out of her voice. Aidan didn’t want her afraid, he wanted her accepting, or it would hurt. From the look on her face, she was regretting letting him tie her up. That was part of the reason for putting the blindfold back on her. He intended to push her limits and he didn’t trust that she’d be able to keep her promise to keep her eyes closed.

  “Have you ever wanted to?”

  “I can’t say as I have.”

  “You don’t have to say it, you just have to lie back and enjoy it.”

  “Could we maybe do something else? I don’t think I could take you… there.”

  “You mean my cock?” She might be protesting, but he could’ve sworn her pussy clenched tighter around his fingers, and he pulled them out, bringing a glistening trail of her wetness down to the puckered hole. Lily instantly tensed
, but relaxed when he did nothing more than circle it.

  “No, you couldn’t,” he agreed. Yet. “But I wouldn’t start you off with that.”

  “What would you start me out with?”

  There it was, she was definitely interested – or if not interested, definitely intrigued. “I have just the thing.”

  ~~~

  I couldn’t help but tense as he started talking about ass play, but I had to admit, that light touch didn’t feel bad at all. Honestly, if he hadn’t stopped to talk to me about it, I might’ve let him put it in my ass to start with, my body was just screaming to feel him inside me. “If I let you, will you make me come?”

  His deep chuckle reverberated through my pussy as he took another broad lick. “Baby, I’ll make you come so hard you’ll never doubt me again.”

  “Okay,” I whispered, nervous once the permission was given, but tingling all over in anticipation at the same time. I felt the bed dip as he reached for something, and the wheeze of a plastic bottle, but instead of going right for my ass, he latched onto my pussy again with his mouth. I forgot all about the next step as his mouth devoured me, stoking me hotter and hotter until I thought I might come without any other touch.

  And then I felt him there, pressing lightly against my ass. His finger slipped around the tight muscle, slick with whatever lube he’d used, and I moaned. It felt good, dark and thrilling, especially because I knew what was coming next. But it wasn’t his finger that slipped inside me, it was something slick and smooth, narrower than his finger, but harder.

  It slid in just an inch or so as he fucked me with his tongue, stopping when I went still. And then he pushed it deeper and deeper, by a tiny fraction of an inch at a time, in rhythm to the way his tongue stroked my clit. With each pulse of his tongue, it stretched me wider, and as he sucked my clit into his mouth, he seated the widest part deep inside me.