Page 31 of Salacious Desires

LILY

I’ve only tried a few sips of the wine, but I’m blaming the alcohol for what I just blurted out. Also, I’ve decided I really like wine. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being spanked since I saw it my first night at Edge.

“What word are you supposed to use if you need the scene to stop, Lily?”

“Red.”

“Good girl. You can also use yellow if you’re starting to get overwhelmed or need me to slow down a bit. Sometimes, I might ask you what color you’re at. If you say yellow, I’ll slow down, but if you say green, I’ll keep going. Okay?”

“Okay.” I snuggle deeper in his lap, resting my head on his chest. I’ve never sat on a man’s lap before, but I think I could get used to this.

“Good. Let’s go upstairs, and then we’ll talk about what we’re going to do.”

A shudder works its way through me, and I’m trembling inside with nerves. Is this really happening? Is Drake going to spank me? Have sex with me? For the first time in my life, I want to have sex. Even if I am slightly terrified.

Like the gentleman he keeps showing me he is, Drake helps me up and hands me my wine glass before he grabs his drink and leads me toward a huge spiral staircase that leads to the second landing.

The hall is so wide it almost feels like the art museum Hannah took me to a few months ago. Minus the art. With each step, my sandals sink into the plush, emerald-green carpet.

“Your house is beautiful.” It truly is magnificent. I think it would be considered a mansion, but I don’t know how to judge that. It’s bigger than any house I’ve ever seen. Everything inside screams luxury.

“Thank you. There’s a pool and hot tub out back, so if you ever want to soak or swim, you can.”

He says it like he expects me to be here more than just tonight. My nipples ache against my bra when he touches my lower back. I can’t believe I asked him to spank me. Is this really happening? Am I getting involved with a man?

Drake opens a set of double doors and ushers me into an enormous bedroom. Matching lamps on either side of the bed give the room a soft glow. Off to one side is a fireplace with a grand mantle that is taller than me. I stare at the plush couch and two chairs in a sitting area around it. “Wow.” Turning, I get my first good look at the four-poster bed. It’s big enough for at least five people.

“Make yourself comfortable. My home is your home.”

I glance back at him, the statement settling low in my belly. His home is my home. Why do I like that so much? After being with Jack, I never thought I’d be interested in a relationship, but Drake makes me want things I wasn’t expecting.

We move over to the couch and sit together, so close that we’re touching. Having him close settles something inside me. I don’t feel jittery or unsure. It’s almost as if he’s an anchor. One I didn’t know I needed.

“You said you wanted me to spank you, Lily. Are you sure that’s something you want?”

Biting my lip, I nod. “I think so. I mean, I want to try it.”

He studies me for a few seconds before he speaks. “And you understand that if I spank you, it doesn’t mean anything else has to happen?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir, while we’re in this room, Lily,” he says gently.

I straighten my shoulders. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Stand and face me.”

My clit throbs as I rise to follow his command. When I step in front of him, he widens his thighs and drops a pillow on the floor.

“Kneel.”

He holds out a hand for me to use for balance as I lower myself. I’m wobbly and uncoordinated, but he doesn’t comment. I keep my eyes downcast like I’ve seen the subs at the club do when they’re in this position.

“Eyes on mine.” His tone is velvety firm, and I immediately obey. “Unless I direct you otherwise, you may always look at me. I prefer to see your reactions. Understood?”

My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples ache. He hasn’t even touched me sexually, and I’m ready to explode. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Are you comfortable?”

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