Gilded Lily by Pauline Allan Page A

to the tree his favorite. What had Nick been thinking about when he painted? Had he seen her like that?
    Adam stirred his legs and flipped over onto his stomach. He scrunched the pillow, punched it to make a dent for his head, and he lay on his side so he could see the paintings. He needed to see her face.
    Didn’t work. His groin still felt tight. Restrained. He cocked his knee to the side and pressed his hips into the mattress. Damn, he needed something soft underneath him. He pressed again and focused on the brush strokes that created Lily’s pretty face. Full, pouty lips. Big tits…okay, so he wanted to fuck those tits more than anything right now.
    The pressure building in his dick was downright painful. He flipped back over with an umph.
    No sooner had he gotten the white boxer briefs tugged down to his thighs than the shaft bobbed against his abdomen, leaving a smear of precum. He gripped his cock tighter than usual. He looked to the painting with Lily in the outside bathtub.
    Nick had painted her as if he were looking straight at her, her legs spread on either side of the tub and her hands gripping the edges. Adam stroked his shaft, taking no time to feel the veins popping out along the length. He analyzed the painting and remembered what he’d seen earlier in the afternoon. Had Nick ever seen Lily in the garden the way he had? Fuck, what a sight.
    Soon, the frantic need, the tightening pull, took over, and he stroked faster. Keeping his eyes on the painting and on the tortured expression on Lily’s face, he wondered what she could be thinking. Did she long to be touched by a secret lover? Were those marks on her shoulders made out of anger or lust? He recalled a few scenes he’d watched at the club where the dom had flogged his sub until he left similar marks. Were Lily’s etched into her soft skin from scene play?
    His hand slipped faster up and down the pulsing muscle until he found the right rhythm. He thought about her in the bathtub, how quickly her fingers had worked to make her body come. The sliver of a thought raced through his head. Who is Tony, and what does he want with Lily? He filed the thought and let the fantasy of Lily wrap around his body like a soft, wet cocoon.
    As his eyes squeezed shut, he imagined her stepping out of the painting to straddle his waist and slip her warm pussy around his cock. With one more hard thrust, he gave in to the release, semen spraying in hot jets over his abdomen. His ragged breath caught as he closed his eyes.
    Lily Flower.

Chapter Five
    Tony hadn’t kept office hours on Wednesdays since he’d met Lily. He threw the bag into the backseat of the black Mercedes and checked his watch. It was only ten o’clock. Would she be up yet? He fought the urge to call her and tell her he was going to be early. His stomach tightened at the thought of surprising her. Maybe he could catch her being naughty and punish her extra hard today. She’d enjoy that, he thought, as he stuck the key into the ignition.
    The trip took only an hour but seemed like a lifetime when he was driving to see her. Looking into the rearview mirror, he caught his reflection. The dark circles under his eyes were fading. The argument Renee had started last night had something to do with them not making love in over three weeks, but after the first ten minutes of her stomping around, he’d tuned her out and began making a mental packing list for his trip today.
    Zoning out the passing cars, he thought about Lily’s voice. She’d been so nervous on the phone when she told him about Nicholas’s brother. He hoped this man could accept Lily for who she was. The other prospects Tony had thought might bring her some happiness turned out to have weak stomachs when it came down to the task. He couldn’t risk letting her get hurt again.
    He’d been elated when Nicholas moved into the stable house. Lily finally had a playmate she was comfortable with, and that gave Tony more time to get things under