Page 41 of Corrupting Lily
I wish he were as transparent as I am. I never know what he is feeling.
“What?” he asks, raising his head to look at me fully. The bubbles are starting to dissipate, and I know that soon he will see my painfully erect nipples. His presence so close to me, combined with the way his legs bob in the water and brush against my skin, makes it nearly impossible to think of anything except his touch.
“I wish you were as easy to read. Nothing impacts you. Even this seems easy for you. Do you do this often?” I ask gruffly, gesturing between us as my frustration fuels the words spilling out of my mouth—probably not a good idea.
This is likely the reason for what happens next.
“On your knees.” My eyes widen at the command, his voice so low and dangerous that it makes my pussy moisten like the little slut she is for him.
“W-what?” I ask, even though I heard him loud and clear the first time.
“You heard me.” His tone holds a warning, and I wonder what would happen if I disobeyed.
He shakes his head as if he understands my thought pattern. Of course, he does. He is in my mind, traipsing through it like a familiar family member who knows where the cups are.
Slowly, I rise, maneuvering my legs until I am on my knees. The waterline is just below my breasts, and as the cool air hits the bubbles clinging to my peaks, they begin to disappear, revealing pebbled pink nipples.
His eyes stroke the flesh of my breasts, and I actually moan as if he is physically touching me. My hand flies up to stifle the sound, but the warning shake of his head halts that action, and I drop my hand back into the water.
“Let me show you how impacted I am by you,il mio fiorellino.”
With those words, he rises, the water lever dropping as his flesh is slowly revealed and, along with it, a cock so hard it stands upright, thick, long, and oh so big. It is precisely the type of cock I would expect a man like Dominico to have. It screams that it could destroy my pussy, and I am so fucking here for it, I echo its call, my vagina pulsing at the thought of the devastation he could cause. His tattooed hand circles his length like it circles the column of my neck, and I lick my lips as he strokes it all the way to the base and back again. Slowly. Languidly. Holding my gaze. It's so intoxicating, so bold. My eyes dip down as he strokes again, the veins on his hands flexing and moving as he gives himself pleasure.
His grey eyes, hooded with lust, stare at me, absorbing all the emotions this experience evokes. He believes he knows me, knows what I will do. So, I do the opposite. I lean forward, and a flicker of surpriselights up his eyes, confirming that I have succeeded in my endeavor to be a little less easy to read. Empowered by this feeling, I place my hands on his rock-hard thighs and push, forcing him to sit back on the edge of the tub.
I drag my nails across his tanned skin while moving between his legs. I'm nervous, and he must see it.
“Don’t start something you are not prepared to finish, little flower.” His voice is strained, and his eyes challenge me. He doesn’t believe I will do this.
I grab his wrist, tugging it until he removes his hand, which is quickly replaced by mine.
“You’re so big.” My mouth seems to have lost its filter.
“Fuck. Your words will destroy me. So innocent. So fucking perfect.” If he thinks my three words are lethal, his are downright destructive. Praise like this is not something I am used to, but it is definitely something I enjoy. Its effect on my body is not just felt in my core but also in a spot in my chest, which blooms with an unfamiliar feeling. Confidence.
Encouraged, I lean forward, my tongue darting out to lick the tip. His skin is so smooth and warm, and when I run my thumb over the same spot I just licked, a guttural growl escapes this gorgeous man's body.
“I’m not very good at this.” I look up at him, the words spilling out of me as memories of having done this before interrupt this moment. Bad memories of being told how useless I was. What if Dominico felt the same way? I don’t think I could face that.
“Don’t leave this moment and go pick up baggage that doesn’t belong here. I told you I don’t like sharing. You could suck my cock like a nun or a fucking prostitute, I don’t care. Just suck it. The end result would be the same. My come in your mouth where it belongs.And make no mistake, Lily, I would fucking enjoy it. I’ve dreamt of you doing this, and in none of those dreams do you disappoint. You couldn’t. And the reality would be no different. Because it’s not the technique,il mio fiorellino, that’s going to make me shoot my load in that innocent little mouth. It's you. Little Lily Valentine. Perfect for me in every way.”
Holy fuck.
Chapter 26
Dominico
Fuck, this must be how Michelangelo felt gazing upon the sculpture of David. If I could immortalize this image of little Lily Valentine on her knees in the tub, gorgeous whiskey-colored doors to her soul looking up at me as if I were the fucking god in this situation, I would. I have seen a pink sunset from the peaks of the Dolomites in my home country, but the shade on her cheeks could rival it. Not a smidge of makeup hides the little imperfections that make her unique. The freckles, a milky way across her upper cheeks and nose. The tiny beauty spot just below her lip. Bar the little silver studs in her ears, she is bare to me. Totally and completely just Lily.Bellissima.
Little hairs, still damp from the steam of the bath, cling to her forehead, framing her perfect face, which is a kaleidoscope of emotions right now. She wanted to surprise me, and she succeeded. But not in the way she thinks. I know she is trying to close the open book she has become to me, but like any good story, I am immersed and addicted. She believes that makes her accessible and vulnerable. But she doesn’t understand that some books are written and meant to be read by only one person, and for her, that is me, the devil himself. I don’t take that honor lightly.
So when her eyes land on my cock, not in fear, which is the usual reaction, the almost eager hunger I see is what finally earns her the emotions she seeks from me.
She licks her lips even, spreading the moisture as her gaze caresses my shaft before her hand does.
“You’re so big.” A statement that is so innocently spoken that it is like a chokehold on my cock. Tightening and coiling the feeling already building just from excitement and lust alone. Like a wet-behind-the-ears schoolboy having their first blowjob.
My prompt for her to dispose of the dark passenger her mind was bringing to this party, in the form of her ex’s sadistic and manipulative opinions on her sexual performance, is heeded. That fucking asshole would pay for that intrusion later and for the illusions he has created in Lily’s mind. Ones that I will slowly dismantle until his impact is a mere memory, associated only with negative connotations of him, not her. Nothing more.
