LILYIt didn't take Luca up to an hour before returning. "Pack your bags." He orders as he storms into the living room. "We. Are. Going. To. London.""No way!" I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and blowing tiny kisses across his face. I stop and stare at him. "But wait. We don't have a flight ticket."Luca groans. "What do I own a private jet for?""You're so sweet." He frowns. "Only for you."It didn't take long for us to head into the jet. It was until the plane took off and we were half way across the coast before my panic mode was activated. Why was Luca being so nice to me after I just witnessed him murdering four men? How did he manage to get tickets for the event on such short notice? Wait, he never even told me he got tickets. I didn't call Tiffany or my mom to tell them who I'm with or where I am. Luca has been on his laptop since the start of this flight, making communications with unknown persons. What if we're not going to London but somewhere else?...Can
LILY I turn around to walk to him. He signals me to stop. "Kneel on your four and crawl to me." Kneel? That's the height of humiliation. I'm already naked before him, but going on my knees will rid me of whatever pride or dignity I have left. As depraved as it's sound, my body betrays me by getting hot on the demand. Lowering myself to the ground, I kneel and bend forward, placing my elbow on the floor and crawling to where he is seated on the edge of the bed. I lift my elbow from the ground and raise my body, but I'm kneeling before him like a peasant while he is seated on his royal throne. He took me by the wall like a common slut. I slowly undo his buckle under his watchful eagle eyes. I unzip the pants and pull it down, leaving it to fall in a puddle at his feet. His boxer falls next, and I'm out of breath. This man is a boner. I'm a little scared too. How did I expect him to fit in with me? He is perfect. His thick, long, veiny cock stands at attention, already dripping
LILY Luca is rushing down the stairs, his head bent as his fingers hurrily do his zipper. A woman comes running after him; her hair is messy, her dress is crumpled, her skin is flushed, and her makeup is ruined. His lips are swollen; I can't tell if it's from the kiss we shared or from the kiss he shared with the woman clinging to his side. His hair is tousled—he even let her touch his hair. The moment he notices me, he stops dead in his tracks, and I can see the guilt clearly written in his eyes. They had sex. But Why? My first instinct is to run away, but knowing Luca, he will never run after me to seek me out. It's too beneath him. There's a familiar ache growing in my throat. I push it back. I won't cry. Not here, not now. Not over him again. I won't cry. The woman pushes at him, willing him to continue moving, but he doesn't bulge; his eyes are still on me. The woman looks between us, and I recognize her—the same girl that shamelessly threw herself at him at the beach. So
LILY"No.""Did your girlfriend cheat on you?""No.""Did your girlfriend..."No. I don't have a girlfriend. I'm gay.""Oh. Oh. Oh." He is still staring at me. Really, that's all. I have nothing else to say. He looks away from me, and a frown turns down his lip. I think I may have hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry."He looks back at me, and a wide, beautiful smile curves his lips. He squeezes my hands. "I know." He picks up his glass and continues sipping."Can I have a taste?""Are you old enough to drink?""Yes. I bet we're the same age. I'm 19." I stare him down."I like you; you're also a liar." He laughs. "I'm nineteen, but you're not nineteen." He empties the content of his glass and sets it down."Oh, I didn't get your name.""That's because you don't care." There's a hint of amusement in his voice, so I know he is not mad. "Andy." He stretches out his hands, and I take it."Lily."He glances at the watch wrapped around his wrist, stretching his hands and standin
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