13. Lily

CHAPTER 13

LILY

I’ve only tried a few sips of the wine, but I’m blaming the alcohol for what I just blurted out. Also, I’ve decided I really like wine. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being spanked since I saw it my first night at Edge.

“What word are you supposed to use if you need the scene to stop, Lily?”

“Red.”

“Good girl. You can also use yellow if you’re starting to get overwhelmed or need me to slow down a bit. Sometimes, I might ask you what color you’re at. If you say yellow, I’ll slow down, but if you say green, I’ll keep going. Okay?”

“Okay.” I snuggle deeper in his lap, resting my head on his chest. I’ve never sat on a man’s lap before, but I think I could get used to this.

“Good. Let’s go upstairs, and then we’ll talk about what we’re going to do.”

A shudder works its way through me, and I’m trembling inside with nerves. Is this really happening? Is Drake going to spank me? Have sex with me? For the first time in my life, I want to have sex. Even if I am slightly terrified.

Like the gentleman he keeps showing me he is, Drake helps me up and hands me my wine glass before he grabs his drink and leads me toward a huge spiral staircase that leads to the second landing.

The hall is so wide it almost feels like the art museum Hannah took me to a few months ago. Minus the art. With each step, my sandals sink into the plush, emerald-green carpet.

“Your house is beautiful.” It truly is magnificent. I think it would be considered a mansion, but I don’t know how to judge that. It’s bigger than any house I’ve ever seen. Everything inside screams luxury.

“Thank you. There’s a pool and hot tub out back, so if you ever want to soak or swim, you can.”

He says it like he expects me to be here more than just tonight. My nipples ache against my bra when he touches my lower back. I can’t believe I asked him to spank me. Is this really happening? Am I getting involved with a man?

Drake opens a set of double doors and ushers me into an enormous bedroom. Matching lamps on either side of the bed give the room a soft glow. Off to one side is a fireplace with a grand mantle that is taller than me. I stare at the plush couch and two chairs in a sitting area around it. “Wow.” Turning, I get my first good look at the four-poster bed. It’s big enough for at least five people.

“Make yourself comfortable. My home is your home.”

I glance back at him, the statement settling low in my belly. His home is my home. Why do I like that so much? After being with Jack, I never thought I’d be interested in a relationship, but Drake makes me want things I wasn’t expecting.

We move over to the couch and sit together, so close that we’re touching. Having him close settles something inside me. I don’t feel jittery or unsure. It’s almost as if he’s an anchor. One I didn’t know I needed.

“You said you wanted me to spank you, Lily. Are you sure that’s something you want?”

Biting my lip, I nod. “I think so. I mean, I want to try it.”

He studies me for a few seconds before he speaks. “And you understand that if I spank you, it doesn’t mean anything else has to happen?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir, while we’re in this room, Lily,” he says gently.

I straighten my shoulders. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Stand and face me.”

My clit throbs as I rise to follow his command. When I step in front of him, he widens his thighs and drops a pillow on the floor.

“Kneel.”

He holds out a hand for me to use for balance as I lower myself. I’m wobbly and uncoordinated, but he doesn’t comment. I keep my eyes downcast like I’ve seen the subs at the club do when they’re in this position.

“Eyes on mine.” His tone is velvety firm, and I immediately obey. “Unless I direct you otherwise, you may always look at me. I prefer to see your reactions. Understood?”

My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples ache. He hasn’t even touched me sexually, and I’m ready to explode. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He reaches out and runs the tip of his finger along my jawline. “Here’s what’s going to happen tonight, Lily. I’m going to strip you of all of your clothes. Then I’m going to lay you over my lap for an over-the-knee spanking. I won’t always spank you this way, but for your first time, I want to be touching you the entire time. Afterward, I’m going to wrap you up in a blanket and hold you for a bit before I tuck you into bed for the night. Do you have any questions or objections to any of that?”

My heart races. My throat is dry. But despite how nervous I am, I want this without a doubt. I want him, and I want to feel things I’ve never been allowed to feel before.

“No, Sir.”

His finger continues to move along my jaw as we stare at each other. It’s a quiet, intimate moment. I’ve learned several things since I started working at Edge. One of those things is that BDSM can be loud, rough, and structured, but it can also be soft, romantic, and informal. I think Drake might be the type of Dom who is a mix of both.

“Stand up, baby.”

Slowly, I rise and take a step back when he does, too. He towers over me. I feel so small in comparison. But I also feel safe. So extremely safe and seen. He stares down at me with a look of adoration, his brown eyes sparkling. I didn’t know it was possible to melt for another person, but he makes me feel that way.

“Turn around.”

I quickly obey, and when he brushes his fingers along my neck and sweeps my hair over one shoulder, I let out a quiet moan. Everything is sensitive and heightened.

Slowly, he lowers my zipper, then pushes my dress off my shoulders. When it falls to the floor, I let out a squeak of surprise. This is the most exposed I’ve ever been in front of anyone, and I’m still in my bra and panties.

“You’re beautiful, Lily. I can’t wait to turn your bottom bright pink and leave my handprints branded on your skin.”

My bra comes free next, and I bring my arms up to cover my breasts.

“Arms at your sides. You’re not allowed to hide yourself from me.”

Dropping my arms, I force myself to take several deep breaths in and out. I can do this. I want this. The fact that my panties are soaked is proof of that. It’s normal to be naked in front of a man you’re in a relationship with.

“What color are you at?”

“Green, Sir.” Even though I’m panicking slightly, I don’t want to slow down or stop. I want this. I need this.

He circles me, keeping one hand on my skin at all times as if it’s his way of reassuring me. I like it. His touch continues to be an anchor for me. I don’t feel as scared when we’re connected like this.

When he tucks his thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, I suck in a breath.

“Look at me,” he commands softly. “Good girl. You’re beautiful, Lily. You’re safe with me; you have the ultimate control here.”

I let out a deep exhale and nod. “Thank you for the reminder, Sir. I’m nervous. This is all new to me.”

He smiles and leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “I know, baby. You’re being such a good girl for me.”

“Can I, um, can I touch you?”

“You may. Thank you for asking. Sometimes, I won’t allow it, but right now, you can touch me if you need to.”

My heart does a little flutter as I reach out to rest my hands on his hard stomach. He’s fully dressed, and I should feel at a disadvantage, but I don’t. Not with the way he’s looking at me. He might be in charge, but he’s staring at me like I’m a goddess.

When he pushes my panties down, I bite my bottom lip. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? I shaved myself after seeing most of the women in the club were shaved, but what if he doesn’t want it that way? After doing it, I much prefer it bare, though. I stood in front of the mirror afterward, completely naked, and stared at myself for a long time, fascinated with how beautiful I felt.

“Jesus Christ. You’re going to kill me, baby. You’re so fucking perfect. So gorgeous.”

Waves of heat ripple through me, and then he reaches down and gently swipes his fingers between my legs. My knees nearly buckle when he touches my clit. He wraps an arm around me quickly before I fall, his eyes twinkling.

Then, to my utter shock, he brings his hand up to his mouth and sucks the fingers that he’d used to touch me. A low groan escapes him. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. More than anything I’ve seen at the club so far.

“You taste delicious, baby. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs as I make you scream and beg for mercy when you cream all over my mouth.”

I whimper, thankful he still has a hold of me because my legs are pretty useless right now.

Taking my hand, he pulls me closer. “Bend over my lap, sweetheart.”

He guides me, helping me into place so my upper body is supported. His legs are powerful under my tummy, and he’s holding me firmly so I feel safe and secure. I’ve never felt so exposed before. So turned on. So needy. Is this how all submissives feel when they’re about to be spanked? My skin tingles with nerves and anticipation. I want this. I might even need this.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I pause and look back at him. If I spread my legs, I’ll be even more exposed. My heart races faster. This is so erotic.

“Lily,” he says, his voice a stern warning.

As gracefully as possible, which isn’t very graceful at all, I shuffle my feet apart, my clit throbbing with the need to be touched again.

I think Drake’s touch is becoming an addiction for me. One that I don’t think I’ll ever recover from.