Gilded Lily (31 page)

I can’t wait until he will come for me. I wait impatiently for his cock. His thick cock to be driven far into the depths of me. I crave it so much I ache. He seduces me with his whisper and fulfills me with his touch. An owl’s voice called to me last night and calmed me. Had it spoken to him and sent me his secret longing also? I fear many things…but the loss of his handsome face I fear the most. I am but a slave tethered by his design and kept by my own. He must fill this void soon, or surely I will go mad.

Lily stared at the passage for a moment, contemplating scribbling over the whole thing. Was it too much?
What the hell!
She was locked in a garden shed and finding herself quite content, except for the lack of his touch. She wasn’t lying. Going mad was a viable option if he didn’t come soon. She shut the journal’s cover. The pacing began again.

It had to be past noon. Well past it.
Why hasn’t he come yet?
It was time again for the costume ball, and they had only two weeks to finish up the last minute things.

Panic took over as the walls grew malignant, inching closer. A hitch in her breath caught. Something outside? The sound of the metal latch unhooking rang through the space. “Adam?” she croaked out. “Is that you?”

No sound, just the door creaking open. Lily cautiously walked to the door to find no one there. “Adam?” she said as she walked out onto the small, planked front porch. She squinted, trying to shield her eyes from the glaring sunshine. A smothering breeze gripped her body as she took in a full breath of the warm air.

Looking across the meadow, through the overgrown tall grass and wildflowers peppered throughout the landscape, she could see her grandma. Her plump body bent over, snapping green beans from their little green perches. Lily wanted to rub her eyes to wash the memory away but instead took a step off the porch.

“Can I have a strawberry?” she could hear her little voice say from the patch at the edge of the garden.

The melodic sound of her grandma’s sweet voice drifted through her head. “Get a basketful, love. Let’s make a pie.”

Lily smiled at the memory. Looking over the property, she felt ashamed. Her grandmother would’ve been so disappointed to find her flowers had been grown over with weeds and her garden nonexistent. Maybe, Lily thought, she could change all that. With Adam’s help she could bring back the beautiful meadow her beloved grandma had created. She could honor the memory of all those who’d suffered here.

Just past the porch, in the tall grass, sat a wooden tub. Upon reaching it, Lily saw it had been filled with clean water. She cupped her eyes with her hand, looking around the empty meadow for someone, anyone. No one. The cool water was a refuge. The tub was only big enough to sit in with her knees drawn, but she didn’t care. It was cold, clean, and felt wonderful.

Filling her hands with the water, she poured it over her head, letting it stream down her back. Nestled in the grass beside the tub, she found a fluffy white washcloth along with a new bar of lavender soap.

As the lather gathered on the washcloth, she enjoyed the tranquil sounds drifting about. The dragonflies dived into the tall weeds as the butterflies fluttered above the brush. The peaceful sensations seeping through her skin felt like they had the potential to be permanent.

The water rushing over her face refreshed the frantic sensations that had overtaken her in the shack. A sense of serenity replaced the panic. As the calm came, a rumbling settled in her stomach. She was hungry.

Realizing whoever brought her the tub had forgotten to leave a towel, she stepped out of the water and shook off like a wet dog. The coolness of the water was left behind on her skin, allowing the hot summer breeze to feel like a warm sheet engulfing her entire body.

Looking around, seeing no one, she decided to take advantage of the open door on the shack and explore. The wild roses claimed the flesh on her calves, leaving their cutting marks as she made her way farther into the meadow. The sunflowers were scattered with bunches of wild lavender and misplaced daisies. The sky seemed a brighter shade of blue out here. Why had she feared this place so much?

A wince drew her breath as her foot caught on something hard. Kneeling, she found a dull piece of metal. As she dug the dirt away from it, she gasped when she realized what it was. Slowly, she unearthed the small, rusted spade. The examination of the small shovel brought tears to her eyes as she stood up, looking for her grandmother as if she’d come out of the bush to claim it.

No one came. No one at all came to claim this piece of her precious past. She had traveled from her wooden bathing tub to wander in all this overgrown meadow to find her peace. This small gardening tool was able somehow to bring her the much-needed tranquility she’d longed for all her life. Her grandmother had been right. There were voices and memories here. The wonderful woman she had spent so much time with had made this a place of joy for the ones who’d been here. She’d created a space sacred for them and in turn made a place for Lily to come to and be at happy.

Deep down inside she knew she deserved it, to be
down here
. And now, looking at this simple yet complicated artifact of her past, she knew she was where she needed to be. Being in this placed wasn’t an imprisonment, it was a confirmation of freedom. Freedom to let Keith’s hurtful comments go, to enjoy watching two men fuck, and find pleasure in pain.

She wanted to be kept in this shack, this meadow, because it brought her the pleasure of release, of acceptance. She knew now that she needed to experience everything that fear and joy could bring. She deserved to be loved by someone who could be her other half—an alpha for her omega. Someone who could supply her demand for all things forbidden and find the same peace in eroticism as she did. Her someone. Her hero.

My Adam.

Lily returned to the cabin, wild daisies and dandelions in hand, to find the door still standing open. A sharp sensation made her calf itch. She inspected her legs to find the thin cuts from the thorns on the wild roses. She set her bounty of flowers on the stoop and set out to rinse her legs in the wooden barrel. The washcloth and soap were missing. She turned around to see if someone was near.
No one.
Inspecting the shack again, she noticed the door wasn’t as open as she’d left it.

She finished rinsing her legs and rushed inside to find a cleaned basin, tray of food, and pitcher of ice water. She looked down and wished he’d at least left her some clothes. But who was going to see anyway, the ghost bringing her the new supplies?

The journal was gone. She smiled and sat down next to the tray. Again, she filled her belly and drank from the pitcher. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Thank God her captor had opened the windows. She was excited by the thought of the night’s breeze floating through the darkness and wrapping around her. Instead of fearing it, she found herself welcoming the intrusion.

Lily snuggled on the mattress and drifted into a deep sleep. She jerked awake some time later and lolled around on the mattress, trying to fully wake up. She began to pace the floor when she noticed the door had been shut. It had been open when she’d fallen asleep. And the tray of food was gone. The need to make contact with Adam made her eyes water. She wanted to curl up in the corner and scream, but what good was that going to do? The situation was completely out of her control.

Dusk had set in as Lily looked out one of the small windows. She shook it as hard as she could, to only open it halfway. She reached her head out to see the moon’s glow igniting the tree line. The sound of soft footsteps scraped across the porch. The thud in her chest beat like the hooves of a wild stallion. She quickly turned and watched the door creak open.

This time Adam didn’t make an attempt to hide his presence. He stood in the doorway half naked, silently watching her.

Was she dreaming? Had she finally gone mad
down here?
“Adam?” Her voice was dry and weak.

He maintained his silence as he set the journal on the floor. His dark hair was a wavy mess, and his stubbled chin was a reminder that this adventure was taking a toll on him as well. He wore no shirt, only a pair of loose-fitting jeans that hugged his narrow waist. The dark work boots that he was wearing were covered with dirt. He was sweaty and covered with what looked like a patchy layer of sawdust. Each muscle of his broad chest twitched. His tight abdomen flexed and released. His muscled biceps curled as one hand rested on his hip and the other held… What was that?

Lily’s lips split into a full smile. The clear glass bowl held a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream covered with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. He’d brought her a piece of heaven. She couldn’t help but let a giggle escape as she cautiously walked closer to him. Heaven was right! She could see the beads of sweat glistening across his broad chest, reminding her of the pain between her thighs.

The wicked smirk on his face made her stop midstep. He slowly shook his head. Her heart sank into her stomach. She’d wrestle him for that ice cream if she had to. “It’s not for me?” Her voice was more a plea than a question.

“Kneel down.”

She went down right where she was standing. The dirty wooden planks scraped at her knees as she shuffled to get closer. The longing to feel his body rubbing against her skin was crippling. Breathing was difficult, and it had nothing to do with the heat. The lack of Adam’s presence was enough to suffocate the life right out of her, but this, the way he looked down at her, was a spring driving through her desert.

He stepped closer. The zipper of his jeans was mere inches away from her salivating mouth. “Take it,” he said in the rough voice she’d grown to love.

She peered up, seeking his face under her lashes.

“I said take it. Now.”

Without awaiting a third command, with trembling hands, Lily unzipped his filthy jeans and pulled them to his knees. She looked up again. Adam took a heaping spoonful of the delicious ice cream into his mouth. With a hint of jealousy, she pulled down his navy-blue boxer briefs. And there it was right before her. His beautiful cock, engorged and ready for her mouth. She shifted her gaze upward again, this time pleading for a bite of the cold ice cream.

“Ah, my Lily Flower, would you like a bite of this?” He motioned toward her with the glass bowl. She eagerly nodded. “All right then, earn it, baby.”

He dipped his fingers into the bowl and scooped out a generous amount of the sweet concoction. Lily gasped as Adam slid his hand over his thick cock. Up and down he massaged the length, coating it with the ice cream, chocolate, and whipped cream. Without pause, Lily took to her task with an eagerness that surprised her. She didn’t care if she should feel shame. She wanted that dessert and would do anything to get it, even though she did delight in the task he required.

As her mouth descended on the slippery shaft, she relished the taste. The sugariness mingled with the taste of sweat and earth. Lily lapped and laved his throbbing cock with her rough tongue, licking the column clean.

All the while, Adam stood still, letting her enjoy the cool dessert. Again, he took more of the cold ice cream and covered himself for her to enjoy. Lily gagged when the tip of Adam’s hard shaft nudged the back of her throat. She took a breath and descended again, stretching her tongue to get at a bit of chocolate syrup at the base.

“Stop, Lily Flower. Stop.”

She looked up with innocent eyes as she slowly let him slip out of her mouth. “Stay with me tonight, Adam. Stay with me and fuck me. I need you.” She lay back onto the boards and spread her legs for him to see just how badly she needed him.

Adam sighed and knelt down on his haunches. “You’re all wet.”

Lily rolled her hips, trying to entice him into staying.

“I want you to touch yourself tonight and think of my cock inside your pussy, your mouth, your ass. Think of it stretching you farther than you’ve ever been stretched. I want you to come for me with your fingers.” As he slowly stood up, Lily felt a fluttering panic in her stomach. He was going to leave her again. He began to shut the door.

Lily jumped up, trying to at least feel his bare skin before being left all alone.

“Do this for me, Lily Flower. You’re my slave, and you must obey me.”

The door was shut and locked before she could reach it. Lily sat on the floor with an
umph
. She was worried about the annual costume ball, unsure of how long Adam was going to play this game, and horny as the devil. As she crawled over to the mattress, there was only one thing that was sure to ease her frantic mind.

Obey Adam.

Chapter Seventeen

As the morning light cast looming shadows in the corner of the room, Lily stretched her arms and legs as wide as they could go. She looked around the shack. Nicholas had done a wonderful job of making the decrepit building homey. The frame was solid. Old wood had been integrated into the rebuilt structure. The history had been preserved while he created something utterly imaginative. Why hadn’t he told her that he’d been working on the buildings? She rolled over on the mattress. Knowing Nicholas, he had been going to surprise her with wine and balloons at the unveiling.

The notion that his hands had worked down here, that he’d spent time to himself finding joy where she’d been so happy as a child, was a lifeline. They’d always be connected by this place. Their memories married by the bond of a plot of land, a place she could always go to and hear his laughter.

She grabbed the journal and flipped through the pages to find a new entry. Adam had written again.

Watching her in the wooden tub was gut-wrenching. My cock ached to fill her, and my arms longed to surround her. I was so proud, watching as she made her way through the tall grass. She’s finding her fear has always been her greatest companion. I’ve dreamed of her naked, dirty body in that shack, waiting for me. She is such a good little slave. I find I crave her pussy more than food and water. She kept me alive while in the desert. It was her face that kept me going, the memory of her smell on my skin, the way her cunt turns violet before she comes. The way her hair wraps just right around my hand, and the feel of her mouth on my cock. I never would have made it home alive without her. She is my other half, the breath that fills my lungs.