Page 32 of Corrupting Lily

“I mean, little flower, I must show you how much you belong to me—just how much I dislike other men, even simply breathing near you.” I close the distance, gripping her neck with my hand as I run my nose against her cheek, inhaling her scent. Fuck, it destroys me.

“Are you ready for your punishment, little Lily Valentine?” She nods slowly, wetting her lips with her tongue while I watch the action, my mind envisioning that mouth around my cock. Soon. I would have to go slowly with her.

“Tights off.” I step back, my gaze locked with hers as she hesitates momentarily before obeying, her fingers hooking into the elastic waistband before pulling down. When they are by her ankles, I tell her to stop. She is wearing little white cotton panties, their innocence making my cock harder than it already was. How was it such a turn-on for me? Even more than a G-string could ever be on her.

“Turn around.” She blinks several times, then pivots on her heel, her gaze locking with mine in the mirror.

“Bend. Hands on the mirror.” She complies, bending slowly as she places her hands on the mirror, her pretty little ass on display for me. The wet patch clearly visible tells me how turned on she is by all this.

“Is this wet patch for me or Elio?” I ask, standing to the side as my palm traces her rear, smoothing over the curve of her ass and grazing her labia through the thin material. I peel her panties away, the moan she gives me one I will replay later. Sultry, needy, erotic. A porno for my eyes and ears.

She glistens, weeping for me.

“Answer me.” I raise my hand and spank her ass, her shocked gasp telling me all I need to know. She likes it. I knew she would. Because I know my girl.

“For you. Only ever for you.” Her needy tone and confirmation stiffens my cock further.

“Good girl,” I praise, and a loud smack reverberates around the room, followed by another gasp and a moan.

“Don’t let another man put his hands on your Lily.” Smack. Gasp. Moan. Fuck, I love it.

Her pussy is so wet that it drips down her inner thigh. I scoop it up, popping the finger into my mouth as her eyes meet mine in the mirror. Hooded. Filled with desire and lust. She looks wild like this. This is the real Lily. Free and uninhibited. Revealing a part of herself that she keeps hidden.

“Do you understand?” I ask, delivering another sharp spank as she gasps a yes.

"You wear my handprint so well,il mio fiorellino." The sight of her red flesh, puckered with my handprint, makes my dick twitch. The thought of me branding her appeals to my possessive nature and I think how much better it would look with my come splashed all over it, running down the ridge of her ass cheeks to join with her juices running freely down her leg.

By the sixth spank, Lily is nearly leaning into it, seeking the friction she craves to achieve the release she is clearly on the verge of.

"Oh my," Lily whispers, her legs trembling as she struggles to maintain the pose.

“Will you be a good girl from now on?” She nods her head vigorously, little strands sticking to her heated face.

“Yes.” With her verbal confirmation received, I plunge two digits into her tight little hole, all the way to my knuckles. She screams out, her knees buckling slightly before she rights herself. I'm not gentle, but I can tell that is not what she needs. So I fuck my fingers into her, harder and faster, leaning forward to squeeze her breast with my other hand. When I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her eyes close in ecstasy.

"Dominico." My whispered name falls from her lips like a plea. When I twist my fingers and my thumb grazes her clit, that is all her body can take. She screams out, her knuckles turning white as she supports herself against the mirror, her core spasming around myfingers deliciously.

I can’t wait to experience that in a different way, but she must ask me. I promised I wouldn’t pressure her into intimacy during these two months, and based on her reactions to me, I could tell she wanted it. While some might argue this situation felt forced, Lily would not have dropped her tights if she didn’t desire this. I know it. I could see it in her eyes. She understood I wouldn’t hurt her, and she knew she could have said no. But she didn’t. Sex would be more complicated for her, though. She had trauma associated with it. But together, we would navigate through it. Killing everyone who hurt her might help.

I slowly remove my fingers and then my jacket before wrapping it around Lily's lower half and scooping her up. Where she belongs.

Her face is flushed, and her eyes flutter open. She smiles at me, the blush resting on her cheeks like a beautiful painting—making me the artist.

“If you want to learn how to fight, I will train you. But you are safe here,il mio fiorellino.” Her smile fades, and she looks away.

“I need to be able to defend myself. You may not always be around.” Unlikely.

She still thinks there is a way out of this when, indeed, there is none.

Never mind. By the end of these two months, she will know.

There is no escaping me.

Chapter 21

Lily

“So, we need something extraordinary for tonight’s event,” Alison says, her voice muffled as she rummages through the dresses in the walk-in closet. I should be more interested in what is happening and at least offer my input, but my mind is elsewhere.

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