17. Lily

CHAPTER 17

LILY

Sleeping in Drake’s arms is my new favorite thing. It’s soothing. Instead of waking up in a panic, thinking of all the things I need to get done today, I’m relaxed and comfortable. Except for the hard rod pressing into my back.

I shift, wanting to get a better feel of it. He’s been holding back, but there’s nothing I want more right now than to feel all of him. I want to know what it’s like to have enjoyable sex. Drake will make sure it feels good for me. He’ll make sure I want it and that I’m ready. That’s what he does. He puts my needs before his own.

“If you don’t stop squirming against my cock, I’m going to come before I even get inside you.” His voice is raspy from sleep, deeper than usual.

“Drake,” I murmur as I reach back and slide my hand between us, rubbing it against him. “Please. I need you. I need the memories of my past to be replaced by dreams of you.”

He lets out a low growl and pulls away from me. My heart stops as embarrassment creeps over me from his rejection. Then, he grabs my hip, rolling me onto my back before he moves over me, hovering with his hips between my legs.

We stare at each other, our breathing in sync. My nipples ache for his touch. He’s so big. His broad shoulders and muscular arms surround me like a cage, but it’s the safest confinement I’ve ever felt.

“Are you hurting this morning?” he asks as he dips his head down and runs his nose over the curve of my neck. His breath tickles my skin.

“No. Actually, I’m feeling pretty good this morning. My ankles are still a bit stiff, but other than that, I’m not in pain.”

His lips brush my collarbone, sending a sizzle of electricity through me straight down to my clit.

How did I never know it could be this good?

“If you start hurting at all, you’re to tell me right away. Understood?”

There’s no room for argument in his tone. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He quickly works the T-shirt he gave me last night up and over my head. My nipples pebble as soon as the cool air touches them.

“Reach back and grab the headboard.”

Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my arms and grip the solid wood frame.

“You’re going to keep your hands there the entire time until I give you permission to let go. If you let go before I say, I’m going to tie your wrists together and restrain you. Understood?”

I nod hard, desperate for him to keep touching me. “Yes. Please, Sir.”

He lifts his head and looks at me, an evil glint in his eyes. “So needy. My girl needs to come, doesn’t she? Maybe we’ll just spend all day in bed, and I’ll make you come over and over again.”

Oh, God. I’ve died and gone to heaven. I don’t know how this is my life. Here I am with pink painted nails, highlights in my hair, and a gorgeous man draped over me, promising orgasms.

When he captures my mouth with his, I whimper and wrap my legs around his waist, trying to get as much friction as possible. I’ve never felt such a need. It’s all-consuming.

It makes me feel so naughty. In a good way.

The best way possible.

“So fucking beautiful, Lily. One of these nights, I’m going to drape you over a spanking bench and redden your ass before I fuck you hard and deep. Maybe I’ll even do it on the second floor so everyone can see me claim you. There’ll be no question as to who you belong to.”

The furniture in his suite flashes in my mind, followed by the second floor of the club. What would that be like? To be watched while Drake spanks me. My clit throbs at the thought.

“You like that idea. We’ll explore those thoughts later, baby. Just know that whatever you desire, I’m going to give you. Everything, Lily.”

He starts working his way down my body, kissing, licking, nipping at my sensitive flesh. When he gets to one of my nipples, he circles his tongue around it and then blows. I moan and arch, my hands trembling from how hard I’m gripping the headboard.

Then he latches on and sucks, and I see stars. “Oh, fuck!”

A chuckle rumbles up from his chest, and he grins at me. “Such a filthy mouth.”

Grinning, I nod and let out a low, purring moan when he starts sucking on the other nipple. The room spins, and I pant, but I want more. So much more.

He moves lower and lower until he reaches the hem of my panties. “Lift your hips for me, baby.”

Anything. Whatever he asks from me right now, I’ll do it so that I can feel his mouth on me again. I don’t know what happened to the modest woman I was, but she’s gone. Thank goodness . Because of this man, I feel like I’m becoming my true self for the first time in my life. And my true self loves sex.

I feel so exposed as he lowers my panties down my body, leaving me naked. As his gaze roams from my chest and then lower, he licks his lips, making me whimper.

I stare down at him as he lowers his mouth to my clit, his tongue dipping out of his mouth to tease it. He keeps his gaze on mine the entire time. Then, he opens his mouth and sucks on the delicate nub, and I come unglued. My hands fly to his hair as I throw my head back.

Almost immediately, the pleasure is gone. When my eyes fly open, a protest ready to come out, I realize what I’ve done. Shoot . My hands. I let go of the headboard.

“I’m sorry!”

Drake smirks. “Oh, baby. You’re so naughty, disobeying me. Now, I’m going to have to restrain you.”

He climbs off the bed, his erection pressed against his pajama pants. I want to grab it. When I reach out a hand to do just that, he snatches my wrist , his eyes glittering.

“What color are you at, Lily?”

“Green, Sir.”

As soon as the words come out, he wraps a soft cuff around the wrist he’s holding, then secures it to the end of a rope that he pulled out from the corner of his bed. When he lets go of my arm, I tug on it. Drake winks at me when I bite my bottom lip. He walks around the bed to do the same thing on the other side.

“Color, baby?” he asks when he’s done.

“Green, Sir.”

He climbs back onto the bed and kneels between my legs. “Open wide for me so I can see your pretty pussy.”

I’ve never been this aroused. As I draw my knees up and open them, I’m trembling.

“Wider, Lily.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and obey him. His voice alone makes me do as I’m told. I’m pretty sure he could command me to do just about anything, and I would do it. I want to please him. I want to see the look in his eyes that’s currently nailing me to the bed.

Reverence. Awe. He trails his fingers up my inner thighs, taking his time, causing my arousal to return slowly. I need more, but I purse my lips and say nothing.

I want to watch him pleasure me. It’s making me hornier by the second. My heart pounds as his gaze roams over me, pausing when he reaches the spot that needs the most attention.

Drake slides his fingers closer to my folds and gently parts them, exposing me to the air in the room. I’m so wet that it’s trailing toward my bottom.

He stares at me, and I get more aroused. When I can’t take it another second, I arch my chest off the bed and tip my head back, a soft moan escaping my lips.

The effort causes my arms to pull tightly on the ropes, reminding me that I’m bound for him. I can’t touch him. He can do anything to me, and I can’t stop him. I’ve given him my power. It’s freeing. I know he would never abuse it, which makes me quiver.

When he finally strokes my folds, I cry out.

“My girl is so needy…” he murmurs.

I mewl as a shiver makes my entire body convulses. “Please…”

“Soon, baby. Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. I want to growl at him. He’s torturing me, and he knows it.

Finally, he drags a finger through my folds from the bottom to the top, flicking my clit at the end.

I grab onto the rope above my cuffs, brace my heels, and lift my hips clear off the bed, trying to get more contact with his finger.

He pulls his hand away and shakes his head. “I decide when you get pleasure, baby. Don’t rush me.”

I moan as I try to relax against the mattress. He’s so intense. I’m not just falling in love with him. I’m all-in. So deep it’s scary.

He dips his finger a tiny fraction into my pussy and removes it, surprising me when he brings my arousal to my nipple and circles the hard bud with my wetness.

He’s mesmerized, and so am I. I didn’t know people could feel this kind of passion and need. I hope this is real and it never ends. Could I be so lucky?

Drake repeats his action, dipping into my pussy and then painting my other nipple. The tips are hard and tight. My breasts ache as he leans over me, settling his hands on either side of my chest. He’s not touching me anywhere.

He meets my gaze. “I’m going to suckle these pretty nipples and then eat your pussy until you scream. While you’re limp, sated, and unable to catch your breath, I will thrust into you.”

I whimper. “Please, Sir.”

He gives me a sexy, pleased smile. “Good girl.” And then, he lowers his lips to my breast and draws my nipple into his mouth. He’s still not touching me anywhere else. It’s so frustrating. My pussy is throbbing.

I try not to move as he switches back and forth, licking and sucking my nipples until they’re deliciously sore. Only then does he finally kiss a path down my body until he reaches my clit.

He flicks the swollen nub with his tongue before nuzzling my folds. He emits a low moan that vibrates against me. “So soft,” he murmurs. “You’ve been shaving this pretty pussy every day, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter almost inaudibly.

He licks down one lip and up the other. “From now on, I’ll shave you myself, understood?”

My breath catches at the suggestion. The idea both freaks me out and drives my arousal to the edge.

Could I let him shave me? It might be easier than doing so myself, but it’s so intimate…

Drake rises up a few inches and gives my pussy a little swat.

I cry out. It didn’t hurt so much as shock me. I can’t breathe. My pussy is pulsing. I’m going to come. He doesn’t even need to touch me again.

He meets my gaze and lifts a brow as if waiting for something.

I can’t think. Did he ask me a question? What was the last thing he said?

Luckily, he takes pity on me as he taps my clit. “Who shaves this pussy from now on, Lily?”

Ohh. Holy hell, he’s intense. “You do, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He thrusts a finger into me at the same time, he lowers his mouth to my clit.

I come so hard and fast that my vision swims. He’s relentless, too, licking and sucking while he continues to thrust his finger in and out of me. Instead of growing sensitive from the overstimulation, I find myself craving more. I’m climbing back to the edge, needing to come again already.

I whimper and thrash around when he suddenly stops touching me. “No. Oh, God. Please, Sir.” My eyes are wide, watching him lean over toward the nightstand.

He chuckles as he comes back between my legs on his knees, holding up a condom. “Patience, baby. I’m just grabbing protection.” He rips into the foil pack and rolls the barrier down his impressive length while I watch with rapt attention.

He’s huge. Much larger than my ex-husband was. He’s going to stretch me, and I can’t wait. I lift my hips again, silently begging for more. I wish I had my hands so I could explore his body, but I kind of like being restrained, too. It allows me to slide into my head and just feel .

Feel everything.

I have no responsibility here but to enjoy what he offers me.

Drake lowers his body over mine, supporting the bulk of his weight on his elbows as he brings his lips to mine. “You’re mine, baby,” he murmurs against my lips.

I’m his. I want that so badly. “Yes,” I breathe out.

He angles his head and kisses me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine. Having never experienced kissing before Drake, I find myself lured into the passion, heat, and desire. It’s like a drug. Everything about sex is exhilarating.

When he nudges my entrance with his shaft, I wrap my legs around his waist and try to pull him in deeper.

He breaks the kiss, cups my head with both hands, and holds my gaze. “You’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered. I’m going to thrust all the way in. It’s going to stretch. You’re very tight.”

I smile. “You’re much larger than…” I don’t finish that sentence. I don’t need to. I swallow and continue, “Do it.”

He doesn’t look away as he thrusts forward.

I cry out and suck in a breath. The stretch is more than I expected. It doesn’t hurt. It feels amazing. I’m just stunned.

Drake kisses all over my face. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Mmm. Very okay.” I buck against him. “Please. Do it again.”

He reaches up and unfastens one of my wrists before switching to the other. I’m only free for a moment because he threads our fingers together and holds my hands above my head.

He kisses me once more before easing partly out of me and thrusting back in.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. Nothing has ever felt this good in my life. I’m so damn glad I escaped hell and found Drake. What if I’d lived my life not knowing about true love and passion?

I arch my head back when he eases in and out. He picks up the pace as his lips come to my neck. “You feel so good, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m not going to last. I want you to come again before I do. Can you do that, Lily? Can you come around my cock?”

I don’t know if I can, but his dirty words make it seem possible. And then, he pushes in deeper and grinds the base of his erection against my clit. “Now, baby. Come.”

My orgasm consumes me. I don’t know how it’s possible that this man could order me to come, but he did, and my pussy milks his shaft so hard, it almost hurts.

Seconds later, while I’m still pulsing around him, he cries out his own pleasure, twitching forward over and over as he finds his release.

We’re both panting as he lowers his forehead to set it against mine. He’s grinning. “Mine.”

“Yours.” There is no doubt. I’m his, and he is mine. My heart is still racing. I’m invigorated. “When can we do that again?”

He chuckles. “Baby, let me catch my breath.”

“But we can, right?” I’m curious, but I’m nowhere near done.

“Yes, Lily. We can do it as many times as you want. I just need a few minutes to recover.”

I release a satisfied sigh. I’m smiling broadly. I can’t stop. I never want to stop smiling.

Sex is my new favorite pastime.