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Authors: Amelia Jayne
Lily and the Beast 2
Lily and the Beast 2
An erotic, contemporary spin on Beauty & the Beast
Amelia Jayne
Lily and the Beast 2
continues Lily’s journey into submission and Aidan’s dark desires.
Aidan Pierce led a charmed life. Wealth, power, the love of a good woman – until his taste for kink triggers a devastating accident that forever changes his life. Now a mysterious recluse, Aidan doesn’t let anyone see what he’s become.
In order to save a loved one, Lily Gray is forced into an agreement that gives Aidan absolute power over her body for one year. Lily has sacrificed her freedom and surrendered her body, but she never imagined he’d take possession of her heart. What will happen when Aidan threatens to dominate her entire life? Steeped in darkness for so many years, Aidan never dreamed his sweet little sub would come to command him with a single smile. Can her love lead him into the light?
Will beauty tame the savage beast, or will his dark desires tear them apart?
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When Aidan’s call came, I was ready, dressed in the red and black lingerie set I’d worn for our first real scene together. I was going to do my best to remember all the rules, be everything he wanted me to be, and then maybe, just maybe, he’d give me a sign that I wasn’t a complete moron for thinking he felt the tiniest bit of emotion for me.
It was dark when I got to his playroom, the only light coming from the office behind me. Even with the blindfold on, I usually got some sense of the ambient light in the room, but there was nothing but utter darkness. Without Mrs. Fisk to guide me, I waited patiently in the doorway for his command.
“You can leave the blindfold off,” he said from somewhere deep in the room and my heart gave an excited leap. Maybe tonight was the night I’d get to really see him! Pulling it down around my neck, I squinted, but could make out nothing more than the darker shadows of the bulky furniture. “Shut the door behind you,” he ordered, and I forgot myself, breaking the rules already.
“But then I won’t be able to see anything.”
“Well then, maybe this will help light your way.” A small screen flickered to life and that’s all the notice I got before he tossed it in my direction, and I caught the electronic device awkwardly. It was a phone.
Oh shit…
it was
my
phone. “Shut the door, Lily,” the order came again, made that much more chilling from the complete lack of emotion in his voice.
I shut the door, pressing my back against it as I peered into the room. Nothing, not even shadows anymore. “I can explain,” I started to say, but he cut me off.
“Shut your lying mouth and put the blindfold back on.”
“I didn’t lie,” I protested, even as I tugged the blindfold back on. I could tell he’d switched on the lights, and the light creak of leather told me he was moving toward me, but I forced myself to stand still.
“No, I suppose not. But you did break the rules, and you have to be punished.”
My throat went dry. “What are you going to do?” Suddenly, knowing the answer to that seemed more important than keeping quiet, even if it meant the punishment would be worse.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, Lily. A very valuable one.” His voice was deceptively mild, but I recognized the tension behind it, especially when his hand closed tightly around my upper arm. He pulled me forward and I hustled to keep up as he half dragged me across the room.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“No more talking, not unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He jerked me to a stop. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Aidan.”
“Not, what I was going for, but I guess that’s my own fault. I’ve been incredibly lax in your education, Lily, but that’s about to change.” Before I could ask what he meant by that, he tumbled me across his lap and held me there, my ass sticking up in the air. Without another word, his hand came down on my bare asscheek in a stinging slap.
“Peaches!” I squealed, not expecting it to work, but he stopped, his tone turning incredulous.
“Seriously? One tap and you’re at your limit? I didn’t even smack you that hard.”
I squirmed to get upright, but he didn’t let me up. “You said I could use my safeword and you’d stop.”
“You don’t want to take your punishment?”
“No… I don’t like this.”
He let out a snort of disgust. “You’re not supposed to like it, you’re supposed to take it. That’s what punishment is. If you weren’t willing to face the consequences, then you shouldn’t have gone crying to your boyfriend.”
“My…” Did he mean Michael? Fucking hell, had he called Michael from my phone and talked to him? I could only imagine what Michael might’ve said. “He’s not…”
“Did you break the rules?” he cut me off, and I shrank away from the anger throbbing in his voice.
“Yes.”
“Do you deserve to be punished?” he pressed, just as sternly.
“Yes.” My voice broke as I realized I had no wiggle room to get out of this. I’d known I was breaking the rules, and I’d done it anyway. I did deserve his anger.
“Good.” He sounded satisfied on that point. I braced myself for the sting of another spanking, but his hand brushed over my ass in a comforting stroke. “Then if we can agree that you’ve been a bad girl and deserve to be punished, I’ll respect that you used your safeword –
if
you’ll agree to an alternative punishment. Do you accept those terms?”
“An alternative? What kind of punishment?”
“You don’t get to know ahead of time, so think it over. It’s either you take your lumps like this,” he patted my behind, “or something else, but you will be punished.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Not more than you can take, and I guarantee, it’ll end with you coming. I told you, I’m not into pain, but I mean to make sure you learn your lesson.”
He was going to torture me with sex? That already sounded better than a spanking, and I didn’t have a whole lot of choice. “Alright, do it. I’ll take the alternative.”
Aidan let me up off his lap, but caught hold of my jaw, bringing me directly in front of his face. “Let me be completely clear here. If you use your safeword again and you’re not honestly at the end of your fucking limits, then this is over. You go home, the contract is void and your father goes to jail, sick or not. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Aidan.”
Letting me up, he nudged me backwards until I hit the edge of the bed with my thigh. “Okay then, lie back on the bed. Arms out, legs spread wide.” I did as he told me, scooting back until my head hit the pillow, and stretched out, waiting for the leather cuffs next. Instead, he poked around in one of the cabinets across the room, and I shivered, the cool air bringing me out in goose bumps.
I’m not sure how much time passed, but then he was by my side, setting a few things down on the bedside table. My stomach clenched, as my imagination kicked into overdrive. What was coming next? Nipple clamps? Hot wax? In all the times I’d been in his playroom, I’d never seen any whips or paddles or anything, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have them somewhere for just such an occasion.
“I won’t tie you up this time, but if you move your hands or legs, I will make this punishment last for hours. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, unable to make my voice sound any stronger than a whisper.
“We won’t be needing these anymore.” He reached down and tugged my panties off, but left the bra on. The bed dipped as he settled between my legs, but the touch on my pussy was cold and hard – plastic. A click and a hum, and I realized he had a vibrator in his hands. Not a cock shaped one, but a small, egg shaped bullet, designed to give strong, concentrated vibrations.
My knees drew up instinctively, but I forced them back down again, not wanting to be strapped down. I could do this. It was much better than being spanked, after all. He laid it across the side of my clit without warning and my breath whistled through my teeth as I sucked it in sharply.
Fuck
, it was strong. I waited for him to move on, or swirl it around or something, but if anything, he pressed it in deeper.
I was wrong, it was too much. The bullet nestled against my clit was too strong, the vibrations almost painful on my sensitive skin.
“What’s the matter, Lily?” he asked, his voice sounding mildly curious. “You’ve used a vibrator before, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Doesn’t it feel good?” We might’ve been talking about the weather, from his tone of voice. He certainly didn’t sound like a man who gave a damn about my pleasure.
“Yes, but…”
“But what?”
“It’s too strong,” I complained.
“And here I thought you liked it hard and fast. Or is that only on the inside? Would you rather have this inside you?”
That sounded easier to take, and I nodded. “Yes, please.”
The bullet slipped inside of me, the vibrations still strong, but much less sensitive away from my clit.
“Is that better?”
“Yes, Aidan.” I breathed easier.
He shoved it deeper, angling it at a more sensitive spot inside. “Do you like this?”
“Yes, Aidan,” I smiled. I liked it very much. He could punish me like this any day.
“I think your clit is getting lonely now.”
My pussy clenched, anticipating his touch, but he laid another vibrating bullet against my sensitive nub. My hips bucked, but he held them down with a firm hand, pressing the bullet even tighter against me. I cried out, hands grabbing at the sheets to keep from trying to jerk away, and was rewarded by less pressure, and the vibrations eased. They must’ve been adjustable, and he’d had them turned up too high. I started to relax, enjoying the vibes as he pressed them into me, circling my clit, but then he cranked it up high again, and I let out a squeal.
“Don’t you like this?” he asked with false concern. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“No.” The vibe eased, becoming more tolerable. “I mean yes, but…” Aidan pushed it higher again, and all I could do was fight to breathe until he brought it back down again. He was right, I was being punished with pleasure. I’d broken out in a sheen of sweat despite the chill in the air, and my nerves were shot, trying to anticipate when he was going to spike the intensity level again. Instead, he brought it down low to a gentle throb, barely noticeable.
“Is this better?”
Was that a trick question? Yes, it was more tolerable, but it wasn’t getting me any closer to the orgasm he’d promised. I licked my lips, trying to figure out what he wanted me to say. “Yes, it’s okay,” I ventured.
“But not this?” Aidan jammed it into full speed and I screamed, the sensations pushing me too high, too fast, too…
Fuck
, I was going to come and it scared the hell out of me. “It’s too much!” I panted, and he brought it back down again to let me catch my breath.
“Too much?”
“Yes. I’d rather have…” I lost my train of thought as he nudged it up to the perfect speed.
“You’d rather have what?”
God, it felt incredible right in that instant, but it wasn’t what I really wanted. Was that what he wanted me to say? Was he trying to show me how much better he was than a vibrator? Consider me convinced! “You.”
“Tell me, Lily. What would you rather have? My fingers? My tongue?”
That lover’s voice hit me harder than the throbbing bullet. “Your cock. I’d rather have your cock inside me.”
Aidan only turned the bullets up higher again. “Only good girls get my cock, Lily. You don’t deserve my cock or my touch.” He sent the vibrations through me in pulses, backing off then surging higher, over and over, mimicking the thrusts I imagined in my mind. I was close, so very close, and then he turned them almost completely off, and I let out a whimper of disappointment.
Twice more, he brought me to the brink with those vibrating pulses, the bullet inside lined up just right and the one on my clit hitting me with his expert skill. But each time I felt myself about to erupt, he backed off, until I was sobbing, desperate for release. I was going to die if I didn’t come soon, I couldn’t take dancing on the edge much longer.
And then he pulled both bullets off of me. My legs spread wider, waiting for the stab of his cock. I wanted it so badly, I practically vibrated on my own in anticipation.
“You want to come now, Lily?”
“Yes, Aidan,” I licked my lips, waiting, eager.
“Then do it yourself.”
What? “You want me to…?”
“Touch yourself. You’ve done it before, right? You know how to get yourself off.”
“Yes, but…”
“But what? You want to come, then do it yourself.”
“That’s okay.” If he was done with this lesson, I’d rather do it in the privacy of my own bedroom.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, leaving no room for argument.
I have to admit, even though it was slightly erotic – the idea that he was watching while I rubbed my clit in circles – my own touch was definitely disappointing. Especially after the strong vibrations from the bullets, I think I was a little numb. Not wanting to disobey, I kept doing it, but I didn’t seriously think I’d be coming any time soon.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“It’s… okay.”
“You’ll have to do better than that. I promised you you’d get to come. Don’t make a liar of me, Lily.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just not…”
“It’s not what?”
You
, I wanted to say, but instead I dipped my finger inside my slit to make it wet and rubbed harder.
“I want to see you come. Now rub that pussy like a good girl.”
His words sent a thrill through me, and my legs spread wider, the thought of giving him a show catapulting me back toward sexual relief. I pulled out all my tricks, rubbing slow and then fast, pressing hard and then light, my hips bucking as I got closer, picturing him above me, poised and ready to fuck me the instant I came.
