Page 45 of Lily
Chapter 11
The second the couple hit the door, Lily was on Sam. All of the pent up attraction, the frustration at having to stop not once but twice before that day, was already eating at her, and she launched herself into his arms without a second thought.
"Lily," he said, trying to move away from her, but she wrapped her arms around him and wiggled closer when he tried to step away.
"Lily Bell," Sam tried.
She batted his hands away and kissed him again. "Kiss me."
He leaned back, unhooking her arms from his neck, and Lily pouted. "Lily—"
"Come back here. We had to stop two times already, and I quit my job, and then I saw my ex-Dom, and then you punched him." She strained against his hold and gave him a pleading look. "I just really want you to kiss me and then take me to your bedroom and do every single thing you promised you would."
"Little girl, I know you had a big day, but that doesn't mean you get to skip one very important part of tonight."
"What? Skip what part?" she asked, pulling her hands back but not budging an inch from the hold Sam had on them. His fingers were firm but gentle on her, and try as she might, there wasn't any way she was getting out of his hold.
Sam raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Your punishment, little girl."
Lily bit back a groan. She had known this was coming, had accepted it even, but it was difficult to remember her brave face now that she was alone with Sam. All she wanted to do was get him out of his clothes, not endure her spanking.
"Yes. That," she sighed, and Sam chuckled at her downfallen expression.
"Yes, that, that being a reminder of how much your caregiver wants you to do your very best. Remember, this is about how much I care about you, Lily Bell."
She nodded. "I know, but it isn't fun."
Sam brought her close to him, one of her hands on either side of him, and kissed her. "That's because this isn't meant to be a funishment."
She wrinkled her nose. "What's a funishment?" She liked being close to Sam. The man smelled better than good, the warmth of him demanding that she touch him the way she had fantasized about, but the little matter of a punishment kept her where she was.
"It's when a punishment, like a spanking, is more about pleasure than a lesson."
Lily sighed, her lips turning down into a frown. "That's not what I'm getting, is it?"
He shook his head at her, a bittersweet smile on his face. "No, sweet girl, it's not. It'll be for the best if we get it out of the way. Once we do that, we can enjoy the rest of the night together, and doesn't that sound good?"
"Well, yes, but—"
"But, nothing, Lily Bell. Now march." Sam let her go and pointed to the living room. "The quicker we get this done, the quicker you get to have the night you want."
"Yes, Sir." Lily walked into the living room. She stopped in the middle of the room and looked over her shoulder at Sam who had entered the room. He didn't look happy, but he did look determined. Her skin tingled in anticipation as he took a seat on the couch and then held a hand out to her.
"You had a big day," he told her, and she nodded. "I know it wasn't easy for you to see your ex-Daddy and—"
She shook her head, hands coming up in frustration. "Don't call him that. Please, never call him that."
"Why not?"
Lily dropped her hands, fingers twisting in the sweatshirt she wore, and she looked down at her feet. "He was never my Daddy. He played at it, but he never wanted me, the real me, the messy me. The kind who isn't easy to want."
"Oh, little one. There isn't a part of you that isn't easy to want. No one is perfect. And you are mine."
Mine. That word expanded until it was all that Lily could hear, could think of, and she drank her fill of it. "Yours?" Her voice shook.
"Mine," Sam said again and reached out for her. "Come here, little girl." Her feet carried her forward before she could think on it; she liked it better when she didn't, when she let herself follow instructions, when she was able to lean into the knowledge that someone else had control, that they were the one who would guide her along.
There was comfort in giving up control, in knowing that type of trust existed between herself and Sam. She stopped in front of him and took his hand when he offered it to her.
