7
FINN
“Our dinner should be here shortly.” Lily gives me a tentative
smile from her place at the table; her face glowing, clean, pink,
and freshly scrubbed. Beautiful.
I walk over toward her and pull out the chair next to her. Lily stiffens for a moment as I shuffle my chair closer, sitting and facing her side so my knees touch her bare thigh. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans away from me. I can sense that she’s frightened, but not necessarily of me. It’s not surprising. Anyone in her situation would be jumpy and anxious.
Tonight, I’m going to make Lily forget about everything that has happened to
her since her kidnapping. Until I am able to get her out of this fucking place, all my princess will be able to concentrate on is me and the pleasure I can and will give her. It may take more patience than I have, but I am determined to make this a night neither of us will ever want to forget.
My first step is to assess exactly how much experience or lack thereof Lily
actually has. Creating my game plan for the rest of the evening depends on first acquiring the correct data.
“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?” I ask, mimicking her pose and leaning back in my chair, giving her some semblance of space.
“Once,” she answers quietly, biting her lip and staring down at her lap, playing with the tail of my shirt. Looking up at me she continues, “I gagged so much I vomited all over him.”
Lily gives me a small devilish grin that doesn’t quite meet her muted, moss-colored, green eyes. “He didn’t like that.”
I find myself chuckling at her response. “I bet he didn’t.”
This gets me another weak smile, and I watch as she again bites her lip nervously. Reaching out, I gently thumb her lip out from between her teeth and tell her truthfully, “I want my woman to enjoy sucking my cock.” Leaning forward I whisper, “I want it to make her wet and aching for me to fuck her.”
Lily shivers at my words, and I watch as her nipples harden beneath my shirt.
I know it’s not from fear. Pulling away, I lean back and promise, “But you don’t have to learn how to do that, not tonight.”
I’m not going to pretend or lie to her about the fact that I want those perfect lips wrapped around my cock. Tonight there needs to be transparency, honesty between us—as much honesty as I am willing or able to give to her until we leave.
Lily may not realize it, but I plan on us spending a lot more time together than just tonight. There will be plenty of time for my princess to perfect that particular skill— how to please me. Tonight though isn’t about me, but all about her pleasure. About helping her forget. We are both trapped here together and although I’d much rather have her for the first time in my own bed, sometimes you just have to work with what you have.
The next step in making this night memorable and pleasurable is getting Lily
used to my touch. Getting her to relax and enjoy the pleasure I can give her is key.
Wordlessly I lean forward, placing my hand lightly on Lily’s knee. I watch as her heart rate increases, and then slowly evens out. Gradually I inch my hand up her thigh toward her cunt.
“Sir?” Lily’s voice shakes with nerves and her breathing increases. She looks up at me, grabbing my wrist with her hands, attempting to stop my progression.
Pausing for a moment, I caress the inside of her thigh with my fingertips.
Gooseflesh appears. Lily shivers involuntarily, and her panicked breathing turns into pleasure-filled panting.
Although she still holds onto my wrist, her grip loosens, and she doesn’t try
to stop my journey. The closer I get to her mound, I can feel the heat radiating out from between her firm thighs. I can’t stop my imagination from conjuring up images of the toned muscles grasping me tightly as I pound into her.
Fuck.
My cock begins to take an interest. Sucking air through my nose, I take a deep breath. And relax. This is about Lily’s pleasure, not mine —for now.
She gasps in surprise as I gently pet her bare flesh, slowly running my fingertips along her labia. Lily’s face flushes, her green eyes darken, and her hands tighten their hold as her nails dig into my skin.
Thoughts of her nails clawing my back have my cock stiffening and pressing
against my fly. Taking a deep breath, I shove those thoughts aside and focus on the task in front of me. Getting Lily used to my touch.
“Has anyone ever tasted your cunt?” I ask as I slowly spread her lips open and lightly touch her clit. She shivers, and I hear a strangled moan.
“No,” she answers breathlessly as I slide my finger down further and rim her
wet opening with a fingertip before continuing to stroke her.
Leaning forward, I wrap my free arm around the back of her chair and rest it
lightly on her shoulder. I press a light kiss on her long slender neck and ask,
“How did your cum taste earlier?”
Lily shakes her head. She’s unable or unwilling to answer. With every stroke
of my finger, her cunt gets wetter and wetter. I dip my digit slowly into her tight warmth and feel the pressure of her nails digging into my forearm increase.
