LILYThe mall is crowded with people, mostly young girls shopping. I start walking to the clothes rack when Luca pulls my arm, causing me to bounce on his chest. He drags me to the escalator; we take it to the second floor. We make a branch to the left, then pass a few series of sections until we stop in front of an opened door leading to a room. Luca enters in, and I follow him. My eyes grow wide with the sight of penises and vaginas of different sizes and openings, vibrators and all other sex objects, and many many x-rated posters. An adult shop in the mall. How did Luca know of it? No doubt he's been here more times than a priest embarks on pilgrimage. Luca is watching me. My eyes are fixed on a really large male organ hanging on the wall in a transparent pack. I immediately dart my eyes eastwards, but everything I see is penis. Dick. Cock. I bend my head in embarrassment, my entire body blazing bed."You didn't seem shy when you were sucking my cock like an ice cream last night."
LILYAfter a round of attempting ten very indecent questions, I failed. I'm sure my failure is enough to prove to Luca that I didn't have sex with Andy, or, as he likes to put it, fuck Andy. I'm as vaginal as a nun, but not for long because this coming weekend is my 18th birthday and I'm entering age 18 as a woman.I have proven the whole point to Luca. Why do I still have to buy and, most importantly, wear the vibrators?Tiffany and West left us a long time ago; ever since they hit it last night, they have sneaking around and stealing little moments together. I won't be surprised if I find them making out under the escalator. It really takes just one time to unleash the beast. We still haven't talked about her experience, my mom hasn't called to check on me, and most especially Luca is still acting suspiciously and not offering any information about the men I watched him murder in my living room.But right now Luca is pushing me to the counter so that I can complete my bet. I stamp m
LILY He lowers himself to the ground, his ass hitting the ground and his legs wide spread in front of him. "Lily, the only kind of painting I do is nude drawing." I'm supposed to be mad at him, but with the way he's half smiling at me. I can't help it. It's too contagious. I join it. "Fine." If that's his way of saying I'm sorry, then this is my way of saying you're forgiven: "But you still owe me a piece, and you will have to draw it abstractly." I stand to my feet, and Luca stands with me. I start walking, but he grabs my wrist. "Oh, one last thing. Did you buy the vibrators?" "I...uhm..." He moves towards me, causing me to move backwards until I'm pinned against the wall, with his arms imprisoning me. He grabs my purse and ducks his hands in checking until he finds the vibrator. "The deal was to wear the vibrator all day." He growls in my ear. Rough and low. "Let me do the honors of inserting it." "No." I try to push his hands off my thigh. He parts my legs with his knees whi
LUCAFinally, I'm inside my office, my personal space. I can stretch my legs on the table and smoke as many cigars as I deem fit without giving a fuck about the company's policy. My fingers grab the handle of the desk's top drawer, pulling it out. My hands fumble with the contents of the drawer until I find what I'm looking for. A white sketch pad. I carefully redraw it. Unfolding and spreading it on the desk, I use one finger to trace the outline of her face and her smile. Lily. Of course, I drew her in London, but I couldn't give her the portrait. I'm too selfish. I actually lied about not being able to draw because drawing was one activity that fueled the demons in me. I didn't lie when I said the only thing I drew was nude. For three years, I was chained, abused, and forced to draw dirty, depraved art. Men fucking animals, trees, and children. More often than not, they were still life. I hated drawing. The very art I loved the most.After my escape, I tried drawing a few times, b
LUCA"Do you think he will be okay?" The first female voice asks"Calm down. He will be fine." A deep voice answers."He will be fine." Another deep voice concurs.I want to tell them that I'm fine and that they should fuckoff because I don't need their pity or concern, but I'm too exhausted to think talkless of moving."I'm so worried." The first female voice asks again."He will be fine." The second voice response, which I suspect to be the doctor's,."He looks pretty damaged." A new voice joins in the pity. A loud girlish voice pierces deep into my subconscious, and as much as my tired brain wants to remain in a coma and ignore these pathetic people. That voice is enough to snatch me back to reality. My eyes fly open. I squint as my eyes struggle to get used to the lights after it's long period of not being used. "Luca!" That voice again. I hear heavy footsteps come close to the bed where I'm lying. A soft caress smooths my upper arm and slowly brings me back to reality. "Luca, he
LILY"This is beautiful, Tiffany. Thankyou." I look around the luxurious hall. My eyes are shining in adoration. This is my eighteenth birthday. It's really happening, just the way I've always dreamed."Lily." Tiffany pulls at my arm. "As much as I'd love to take credit for all these. I did none of this." She twirls in the blue and black polka-dot evening dress she has on, with her hair styled in a matching French twist as mine."But my dad told me it was all your idea.""I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." She waves at some of the girls from our high school, signaling them to come over."So, if you didn't help my dad in planning this party, then who did?"She shrugs. "Who knows you as well as I do?"But why will he care about a party? My 18th birthday party.The theme color is blue with a little gold, black, and silver adornment. The hall is expensively decorated with a neon dancefloor and a banquet set at one end. Guest are sitting in a cocktail seating arrangemen
LILYHe looks like a man possessed. His muscles rippled abs bulge out beneath the white shirt. His eyes are lust-filled as he aggressively strides to me. I should be scared, but his state is turning me on the more. He reaches the bar, grabs my ass, and places me on the bartop. I spread my legs wide so that he is standing between them and without any further preamble. His lips capture mine in the most demanding and possessive way. I moan into his kiss and try raking my fingers through his hair. He roughly grabs my wrists and pins them behind me. We kissed for an eternity or not, but it felt like we were in a different time. "No touching Lily." "Please.""No. If you want to touch. You touch yourself." He frees my wrist. He puts his hands into the opening of my robe and grabs my right tit. He squeezed softly while his mouth devoured the already hard nipple, sucking and biting until it was red and swollen. I tilt my head backwards, my chest beating in rapid succession as his tongue ski
LILYI go crimson red. He wants to lick my asshole orvmy pussy? I obey him and turn over. He's laying on the bed with my mouth resting directly at his erect cock and my pussy in his face. "You suck on me till I cum and I suck on you till you cum. Your hands at your back. If you use your hands, I will punish you and you won't like it." He pauses then continues. "On a second thought, you may actually like it."I nod and obediently push my hands behind my back while my mouth greedily swallow his cock. I should hate this but I can't. I'm actually loving it. I think I may be a little twisted. I suck on his tip leaking it slowly and enjoy his little pleasure noises. My neck straining to capture it mouthful in my mouth with my hands pinned behind my back. What if I accidentally redraw my hands from my back, how will he punish me?I feel his hands spread my legs wide and his mouth begins tormenting, I gasp and moan. His fingers plays with my inner lips and his teeth bit on my clit. I jump a