My hand on her shoulder moves down to cup her perfectly proportioned breast. Lily’s heartbeat quickens. I brush my thumb against her swollen nipple and her cunt twitches around my fingers.
“I bet you taste sweet and spicy,” I tell her, continuing to slowly fuck her with my finger as I tease her clit with my thumb. Taking my time.
Lily makes no effort to stop my ministrations. I feel a shiver of pleasure run through her as her body responds instinctively to my touch. The scent of her arousal fills my senses, becoming stronger with every inward thrust, fogging my mind with need.
Pulling my finger out, I push two back in as I stretch her open further. At
first, she groans and clutches my arm tighter. I tease her clit with my thumb, and she rewards me with a low moan of pleasure. I pinch her aroused nipple through the starched dress shirt she’s wearing before moving my hand up her breast and onto her shoulder again. Then I begin to slowly massage the back of her neck.
Lily’s body soon loosens, relaxing under my touch.
I halt my inward thrust when I reach her barrier, debating whether it would
be less painful if I broke through it now or waited. Giving her any pain at this stage could ruin what little trust she has in me, so I pull back and continue to tease her with shallow strokes.
Her breathing has increased along with the tempo of my touch. I lean forward, shifting in my seat as I attempt to alleviate my painfully aroused cock, which hardens more with every uncontrollable moan Lily attempts to suppress.
“Sir,” she cries out, fisting the front of my t-shirt as her hips instinctively move against my hand. Lily’s eyes flair in surprise, and she struggles to fight the pleasure that is overtaking her. The pleasure I’m forcing on her.
“Come for me, Princess,” I command softly into her ear, nipping and sucking
on the lobe. “Enjoy what I can give you.”
Lily finally lets herself find release on my fingers, squeezing them tightly as she soaks them with her juices. I watch her face flush with pleasure as she soundlessly comes undone. My cock twitches angrily, but I ignore my own needs.
I don’t stop moving within her or stroking her clit until the final tremors of her pleasure are released. She drops her forehead onto my shoulder and becomes weightless against my chest. I take this as a sign that she is slowly coming to trust me and the pleasure I can give her.
With my free hand, I fist her hair and direct her mouth to mine. I need to taste her. Slowly, I tease her lips with my own, stroking them with my tongue.
Soon Lily is leaning into the kiss and responding on her own.
Fuck.
Having forgotten my fingers were still inside her snug cunt, she gasps, breaking the kiss when I begin slowly sliding them again through her wetness, reawakening the needful feeling within her. She groans as I pull out my fingers
and taste the salty sweetness for myself. Lily’s eyes are glassy with desire as she watches me suck my digits dry, tasting her juices for the first time.
“Fuck. I was right, Princess, you’ve got the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”
Lily’s eyes flare with passion at my words, changing into sparkling emeralds. “I look forward to spreading you out and feasting on you later.”
Still clutching my shirt, she squirms in her chair, and I know she’s aching for me to finger her again, but I won’t. The next time I bring her to climax, I want her to be begging me.
Releasing my hold on her hair, I run my hand along her back, feeling her muscles relax under my touch. Unconsciously, she leans into my chest. Her breathing is still slightly labored and her nipples are hard points against my shirt.
With my free hand, I cup one breast, feeling the soft, warm weight in my palm.
Perfect.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door, signaling that our dinner has arrived.
Watching Lily jump at the sound has me burning with anger. Whoever instigated her kidnapping and knowingly put her through this hell will fucking pay.
I stand up, but before walking toward the door, I tuck a strand of her silky smooth hazelnut-colored hair behind her ear, stroking her cheek gently. Lily visibly relaxes against my touch. Progress.
Pulling open the door, I grab the cart from the waiter and, not wanting to let him inside, pull it into the room. There is no way I’m letting anyone from the house near my princess again, let alone see her dressed in only my shirt.
“I hope you’re hungry.” I wheel the cart of covered dishes toward the table.
“Starving.” Lily jumps up and eagerly comes over to inspect what I’ve ordered. I glimpse the first real smile on her face as I pull the metal dome covers off the dishes and reveal the hamburgers and mountains of golden French fries.
“I’m not a huge fan of the cuisine here.”
“Meat and potatoes girl are you?” I grin at her. “Seems like we have something in common.”
8
LILY
“Sit,” the man softly commands. “I’ll serve you.”
Hugging myself, I walk toward him. Grateful once again for
the shirt— the shield—he’s given me to wear. Not that the flimsy fabric has stopped him from touching me or making my traitorous body respond
to his surprisingly gentle caresses. The way he acted earlier, when he first entered the bedroom with his growly commands and scowl, I assumed— wrongly
—that this man would be grabby, rough, and forceful. He is none of these things.
