Page 14 of His to Cherish
“Okay.”
God, I love that she doesn’t argue. Is it possible that she might actually be into this? I can’t let myself get my hopes up, but fuck, she’s acting so damn submissive right now that I can hardly contain myself.
“You stay right by me the entire time. You do everything I tell you. Don’t talk to anyone else.” I’m tempted to tell her not to even make eye contact with anyone else, but I don’t want to push too far, too fast. “Can you handle that?”
“Yes, Ollie.”
The idea that she might be calling me something besides Ollie soon has my blood pounding in my veins. I tighten my hand on hers and lead her past the steel door.
I’m debating where to take her first as we step into the dimly lit back hallway. Should I start her off slow or give her something shocking right off the bat? Part of me knows the better option is to scare her away from this. Lilly is too sweet, too innocent, to be corrupted by a sick bastard like me. Maybe if she sees something that freaks her out, she’ll go running.
Fuck that. I know it’s what I should want. Know it’s probably what’s best. But I can’t bring myself to hope that she’ll change her mind. Not now.
In the end, I don’t have to make a decision about what to see first. There’s a small crowd gathered about halfway down the hall. Men and women, couples and groups, are standing in front of a set of floor-to-ceiling glass windows, watching something. And from the direction of Lilly’s gaze, she’s caught sight of them. And she’s curious.
I can’t fight off the smirk that takes over my face.Curious, sweetheart? Let Daddy show you.
“Come on.”
I can practically feel Lilly’s nerves—and excitement—grow as we walk toward the windows. Being much taller than her, I get a glimpse through the glass before she does, and my smirk grows. Perfect.
“Remember the rules,” I tell her, pulling her body around in front of me so her back is to my chest. I allow myself a moment to breathe in the scent of her. Sugar cookies. God, how many times have I felt my mouth water over this scent?
“I remember,” she whispers, and I position us so she can see through the glass. I feel it the moment she registers what she’s seeing—her shoulders rise as she sucks in a breath.
“Those are nipple clamps,” I whisper, fighting off a laugh when a shiver runs through her body. “I’ve not tried them myself, but I hear they’re quite intense.”
“Holy shit,” she mutters. But she doesn’t flinch, and she doesn’t look away. Instead, her eyes remain locked on the threesome in front of us. The woman’s hands are bound behind her back with a thick length of rope. The man behind her is using that rope for leverage as he bends her forward and fucks the hell out of her from behind, not two feet from the glass. We can see all of her displayed for us—her naked body, her heaving tits, the clamps clinging to her red and swollen nipples. Her hair is a mess around her shoulders, her makeup smudged all over her face.
And there are welts. Red raised flesh over her breasts, her belly, up and down her thighs. There’s no doubt where they came from—in fact, the second man in the room is standing next to the couple, administering more blows with the flogger over her ass and back while the other man fucks her.
“Can she see us?” Lilly whispers, staring at the woman through the glass. In spite of the beating and the torture of the clamps—or, more likely, because of them—the woman’s face radiates ecstasy. Her eyes are hazy, unfocused, but every once in a while, she’ll stare through the glass and seem to lock eyes with one of her admirers.
“I’m not sure,” I whisper into Lilly’s ear. “Some of these rooms have two-way glass.” I tighten my arms around her waist, leaning in even closer to whisper in her ear. Fuck, she smells good. “What do you think? Would she enjoy it more if she could see us?” Lilly is quiet for a moment, watching. “Would you enjoy it more, Lilly? If that was you in there, do you think you’d like to be able to see your audience while they watch you get fucked?”
She gasps in a breath, her body going rigid under my arms. Did I push too far? I’ve never used that kind of language with her, never been half so dirty. If this freaks her out?—
“I think I would,” she whispers, and my heart stops. “I think I might like to know someone is watching.” She takes in a shuddering breath. “Or maybe it wouldn’t matter. Maybe the thrill of not knowing who was on the other side would be even hotter.”
“Fuck, Lilly,” I growl into her ear. I can’t help but grind my hard dick into the curve of her ass, groaning at the contact. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine my girl thinking such naughty thoughts.
“I think you need a spanking,” I mutter into her hair. “Have you always been such a filthy girl?”
“I don’t know what I am,” she whispers, and I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. The fear. I spin her in my arms, taking a step back away from the others by the window. I don’t stop until I have her backed into the opposite wall. I cup her cheeks in my hand as I bend over her. Eyes wide and scared, face red with embarrassment—she’s so fucking gorgeous it takes me a moment to speak.
“You know that’s okay, right?” I ask. “To not know? To be curious? All of that is okay, Lilly.”
“I want you to help me figure it out,” she says, her voice much more confident now, and I think part of my soul just left my body. I want to throw her to the ground right now and get inside her. Or fuck her right here, up against the wall in the middle of the hallway. I bet the crowd at the window would turn in our direction, instead. The blonde in the room is sexy, but she has nothing on my sweet little Lilly.
My sweet,dirtylittle Lilly who just told me she wants my help in figuring out her desires. If she had any idea what that request does to me…
I tilt my head down, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’ll help you with everything,” I tell her, my voice thick with emotion. “I’ll teach you anything. Everything. Do you trust me?”
Her eyes are shining as she looks up at me. “I do.”
But she shouldn’t, not yet. Because there’s more to me than what she just watched through that glass. Yes, that’s part of it—the restraints and the domination, the pain and the pleasure. But it’s not all of it. I’m a Dominant through and through. But the things I need from her…fuck, it feels like way too much to even hope she might be on board with what I need.
Only one way to find out,I tell myself.
