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‘All right. Let’s see.’ He slid the popsicle down my stomach, over my shaved mons, slipped just the tip between the lips of my pussy, then began slowly circling my clit, which cowered at the iciness. Christ, it was cold. ‘Let me have another taste, Lily.’
As Dorian ate me out, I heard him giggle under the sheets, something I’d never have expected from my cantankerous master. Not one of his low chuckles, derisive snorts or hollow laughs. A goofy, high-school-boy, doofus giggle.
And it was delightful. I reached down and stroked his hair with one hand and his cheek with the other. I touched his dimple I had grown so fond of, and he responded by burying his face further against my slick pussy, slurping at my juices and the popsicle he was playing with, whatever its colour was, I couldn’t remember. For the next several minutes we were lost in a sticky, slippery rainbow of ice and heat, salty and sweet.
For the record, the tip of a cherry popsicle prodding against one’s asshole, followed with a gentle pinky prod, is rather lovely.
After I came, my not-boyfriend pulled himself up to face me, tossing back the tent of white sheet. He touched my temple, another act of tenderness which struck me as entirely out of character. Mr Holder was full of surprises that night.
‘Well?’ he whispered.
I nodded, though unsure what I was assenting to, as the darkness made his face nearly inscrutable. Did you come, Lily? Are you falling in love with me, Lily? Do you want me to leave you alone? Do you want to stay with me for ever and always?
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Like Dorian ever would have said any of that. He would never miss the moment I came, had no doubt in his power to make it happen in seconds – or hours, depending on how much he wanted to torture me – and was far too arrogant to think a woman would feel the need to fake it for him. He knew damned well that I was falling in love with him, perhaps had already fallen altogether. He knew I wanted him to leave me alone, but only because I wanted him to call me his, for ever and always. I had no delusions that would ever happen, and was fully prepared to have my heart broken. Dorian Holder was as addictive as any drug, and I had no willpower wherever he was concerned. Will, yes. Power, no.
‘You tasty little thing’ is what Dorian said, licking his lips, before parting mine with his chilly tongue. Then he pulled away, reluctant, and asked, ‘Should we take the rest of the box to the shower?’
As I was still catching my breath and shivering, it took me a minute to stammer the words ‘Y-yes. Things are getting a little out of control.’
‘You don’t know the meaning of “out of control”, Lily,’ he replied, then pointed down. ‘Now we’re going to the shower, we’ll get clean, we’ll get dirty and, most importantly, I want you to wrap that freezing, beautiful mouth around my cock while hot water runs over both of us. Then I’ll try to fuck you up the ass, and you’ll tell me I can’t.’
‘Am I that predictable?’
‘There’s clean sheets in the linen closet. Strip my bed. Make my bed. I like the sheets tight enough that you can bounce a quarter off them. Then you may join me in the shower.’ Dorian picked up his watch from the bedside table, and squinted. ‘You have five minutes to follow my instructions.’
He grabbed the rest of the popsicles and left the room, with a slight bounce to his step. Meanwhile, I wished for a dead cockroach to put on his side of the bed, like Maggie Gyllenhaal did to James Spader in Secretary. I wanted him to punish me harder, upping the mind-control games, ordering me around even more, fanning the flames of my desire, which grew ever more powerful each time I surrendered to him. There’s more to life, more to kink, than begging, nipple clips, and butt-smacking. I wondered just how far he would go.
And how far I would let him. That remained to be seen.
Fuckin’ A, I hate cleaning.
Thank God for contour deep sheets.
Especially when they’re 1,000-thread-count Egyptian cotton.
Dorian’s phone rang, startling me. BEATRICE, I read on the screen. Lord knew what possessed me, but I picked up the phone.
You see, I had a few questions to ask.
CHAPTER 7 (#ulink_71edf961-db85-5916-869d-b364bde2673b)
Hit the Wall (#ulink_71edf961-db85-5916-869d-b364bde2673b)
‘Lily?’ Beatrice’s lilting voice sounded surprised, but not entirely displeased to hear my ‘Hello’. She clicked her tongue. ‘So my big bro’s letting you answer his phone now? This is unprecedented.’
‘Not really. He’s in the shower,’ I half-whispered, all conspiratorial, though Dorian surely couldn’t hear me over the din of rushing water. Keep it brief, Lily, you’ve only got a couple minutes left before getting your just desserts from Mr Holder.
‘Spare me the details. This is already TMI.’ She had reverted to her usual curt tone, which was almost a relief. Really didn’t need to pal up to his post-adolescent half-sister.
Well, maybe a bit. I needed a favour.
‘Right. Quick question: can you send me the names of whatever companies you thought I might be a good match for? And the contacts? And tweak my letter of recommendation?’
‘Those are three questions.’
My response was silence. The Holder power plays were getting old.
She broke the silence after about fifteen seconds, and sighed. ‘You still there, Lily?’
‘Still here. Waiting for your answer.’
‘Well. You came to this even sooner than I thought you would, Lily.’ There was a pregnant pause, before she added, ‘Good for you.’
‘Yeah, well … Ya know.’
‘Yes, I’ll absolutely do some digging, and shoot you a note in the afternoon. Say goodnight to Dor for me. Unless you don’t want him to know you’ve been using his phone. Since you two are having private time—’ I could almost hear her shuddering.
‘Uhm, right. I guess we’re sort of between private times.’
‘Gross, Dewitt. Then I’ll just give him a shout tomorrow. We’ve got more family drama blowing in our general direction and he’ll need a head’s up.’
I digested this. ‘Will I need a head’s up?’
‘Don’t flatter yourself. Goodnight, Lily.’
Just as I was hanging up, a deep, dark voice startled me.
‘What. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing?’
I rolled off the half-made bed landed on my feet, and took in the full image of my Master. He was naked, dripping wet, muscles tensed as though ready for a fight.
‘I was just—’
‘Put that down, now.’ He pointed at me. ‘That’s an order, Lily.’
‘Or what?’ I asked, my heart pounding with a thrill of fear and excitement.
Dorian grabbed me and slapped my wrist, knocking the phone to the floor. He shoved me face-first against the wall, pinning my arms over my head. The plaster was cool against my cheek and belly. I arched my hips back, ready for his penetration, hoping he would make it hurt this time. Unlikely, since my cunt was already getting so wet that even his porn-star-sized dong pounding hard and fast with no foreplay would give me nothing but the sweetest—
He shoved three fingers into my pussy, ignoring my clitoris altogether and ramming them straight against my G-spot. Shrieking, I gushed all over his hand, so much girl-cum that it ran like piss down my legs. Without warning, he crammed the same three fingers up my asshole, which was still puckered tightly from the cold teasing of a popsicle. My shriek of pleasure morphed into one of utter torment as he roughly penetrated and stretched my not entirely virginal rosebud with his long, deft digits. Despite my initial terror and pain, it was opening to him. ‘Say the word,’ he growled into my ear.
I shook my head, or shook it as much as I could when pinned up against a wall from behind.
‘Very well.’ A squishing sound as he lubed his cock with my juice.
Oh, hell. Ow. Ow.
Holy Mary, Mother in Heaven.
My poor bum. My poor, poor, violated … Bang bang bang. With each one of his unforgiving thrusts, my pelvis slammed against the wall, and the repeated thudding against my mons brought about a heavy thrum from the pounding pressure on my clit, and when I came this time it felt as though I were leaving my body, my groans of pleasure and shrieks of pain so foreign, before I returned to semi-awareness as Dorian cried out his own release, the rush of wet heat as he came in the tightness of my ass driving me over the top yet again.
‘Never –’ he rasped, letting me go. ‘Never, ever use my phone again. Don’t even touch it. You only got the tip of the iceberg, Dewitt. Next time you defy me, expect my full ten inches up your tight little ass. No lube.’
Yikes. His entire cock wasn’t even in me?
I turned my head and looked at him over my shoulder. The corner of his mouth lifted, and that dimple flashed.
Just for a moment.
Apparently I had found my cockroach.
CHAPTER 8 (#ulink_c76f5fba-fce8-5233-9cd0-387908089733)
Morning Glory (#ulink_c76f5fba-fce8-5233-9cd0-387908089733)
The next morning, Dorian nudged me awake. ‘Lily?’
‘Go away,’ I said. ‘I’m not ready to be awake yet.’
Good lord. The idea of moving seemed sheer madness. Every part of my body ached.
‘I’m going to work,’ he informed me, voice brusque, ‘and am hoping you’ll join me for lunch and an afternoon orientation session. It’s time for us to think about getting you back into the office. Acclimate you to the new environment. Things have changed considerably over the past few days.’
Tell me about it.
‘OK. Can you just give me a wake-up call at nine-ish?’ I asked. ‘I’ve got my dance lesson at ten, and can be at Apollyon by noon. Will that work?’
‘Excellent.’
I opened one eye and marvelled at the gorgeous man-creature towering over the bed. As much as I adored Dorian, something about ‘Mr Holder’ always thrilled me to the core.
My boss.
Today he sported a charcoal-coloured Brooks Brothers number, grey shirt and the gold tie of which I’d grown quite fond. His hair was tousled adorably, and he had just the slightest shadow of scruff. It looked to me like he might’ve overslept as well. We had, after all, worn each other out the night before. To say the least.
Oh, right. I never finished that story.
Here’s how the rest of our ‘date’ went down: so, after Master Dorian had fucked the living hell out of me and done what I can only describe as ‘ripping me a new one,’ he quickly shifted from post-scene elated into his full-on sweetest Dorian Being Concerned mode, ready to spoil his submissive little waif.
‘Lily?’ He lifted my chin. ‘You can look at me now.’
Rather than wait for him to ask if I was all right, I reached out to rest a hand against his chest, and felt his heartbeat, fast and furious.
We shared relieved smiles and he said, ‘Allow me to worship you, now, Ms Dewitt.’
Yes.
Dorian drew me close, caressed my skin, stroked my hair. ‘Just one moment, love. Time to clean up my dirty girl.’
Wait. Did he just call me ‘love’? Oh, Lily, shut your lizard brain off for a few minutes, would you?
I forced myself to return to the moment, empty my head, to just be …
I lay on my belly while Dorian gave me a gentle, cool sponge bath (remember, I still was all sticky-popsicled up) and turned on a fan so the gentle breeze would cool and dry my stinging flesh. Everything that could smart smarted. Then there was a soft, soothing, light texture, rushing over my skin.
‘What is that?’ I mumbled. ‘It feels like fur.’
‘Feather duster. Ostrich. Am I being gentle enough?’
‘Perfect. It’s so … nice.’ I pictured crawling around his apartment in a French maid’s costume, using the very same duster, and decided I would have to make that happen. ‘Don’t stop, Dorian. Please.’
‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’ There was a note of amusement in his voice. ‘What kind of master doesn’t clean up his poor little sub after he went and got her so very, very dirty?’
So, yeah, that was how the rest of our evening went.
* * *
‘Hey. Sleeping Beauty. Trying to say goodbye here.’
‘Oh … OK.’ I pulled myself up and shook my head around, trying to clear my thoughts and become reoriented. ‘Gotta say, look even hotter than usual this morning.’
‘Knock it off.’ He ran a hand through his hair, bashful.
‘Just say thank you.’ I grinned. ‘You need to learn to accept compliments.’
‘Don’t tell me what I “need” to do.’ He paused. ‘All right. Thank you, Lily. Will that work?’
‘You’re most welcome, Mr Holder.’
‘I’ll ring you at nine, then?’
‘Please do.’
Dorian brushed his lips against mine and asked, ‘What did you and Beezus talk about last night?’
‘Nothing,’ I said, which was kind of true.
He must’ve checked his call history.
‘Good. Let’s keep it that way.’ He tugged at his necktie.
‘Or what? You’ll tan my hide?’
‘Don’t tempt me.’ He placed his index finger to his lips, then leaned over and touched mine. I tried to nip his finger, but he pulled away too quickly. ‘Be quiet, Lily. Go back to sleep.’
‘I’ll try.’
