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
LILY I go crimson red. He wants to lick my asshole or my pussy? I obey him and turn over. He's lying on the bed with my mouth resting directly at his erect cock and my pussy in his face. "You're sucking on me till I cum, and I'm sucking 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 swallows 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 play with my inner lips, and his teeth bit
LILY I press my lips in a thin line and shake my head, storming back into the room. I hear the front door slide open and shortly after close. Heavy footsteps approach me where I'm arranging my clothes to leave. "Lily. It's not what you think." I turn around and throw the fastest thing I can grab at him, the pillow. "Then, what is it? Tell me." I yell loudly. "You fucked another woman again, the same night we were intimate." "Lily." He makes a move to me. "Don't call my name." I'm so mad, I don't even want to listen to him. "Why did you fuck her?" "Lily, listen to me." He shouts at me. I quiet for a while, then scream again. "Maybe you know what? I think you deserve everything you suffered back in Italy because you don't care about anybody but yourself. You're just a dark sadist who loves hurting people because you are immune to pain. You're so used to pain that nothing can hurt you again. You deserve the rape, starvation, and..." I stop. I'm gone too far. I intend to hurt him,
LUCA "It's a spiky dildo. You sick bitch." "I don't care." "First, you have to pleasure me." I untie her. She falls weakly to the ground. Her wrist and ankles are red from the tight binding. I lower and kiss the red spots. "Crawl to me." I remove my jeans, and my cock pops out. I sit on the only comfortable seat in the room. She crawls like a peasant to me. And skillfully starts sucking my cock. She's a professional whore. I should feel bad for letting another woman suck my cock, but I don't have morals. She sucks like a greedy animal. And slowly the tension around my cock eases. Harsh spasm coursed through me and into her mouth. I slowly redraw from her mouth. My body pulsed harshly as I cum on her face and tits. I hate myself because all through the BJ, I kept seeing Lily's face and thinking of how she could have done it better. I rise from the bed and throw the spiky dildo on the cheap whore. "Go fuck yourself." LILY "Luca." I call him the second time, raising my voice hig
LILY"Your grades are so poor and your attendance is slacking behind; if you keep this up, Lily, you won't graduate...blah blah blah." Mrs. Patricia's lips move up and down in a funny way.That is all the counselor has been saying since she called me into her office this morning. I raise my hands up to say something, but she signals me to remain quiet. I bit my lips in, while my fingers drum unconsciously on my thighs, and my eyes dart across the small office."Lily!" Mrs. Patricia snaps her fingers in my face."Oh." I jolt back to reality.What was she saying now?"Now, what are you waiting for?""What? Oh, is it time for me to go?" I carry my bag and start standing."Oh, it's not time for you to go everywhere. Sign the papers before you."Taking my seat, I look down on the desk, flipping the pages of the documents. "What are these?"The counselor adjusts her glasses. "An undertaking of good behavior. You will not miss your classes or any test henceforth."Is this school thing by for
LILY"Go, I'm coming behind you.""No, we were going together.""Oh. No." I shake my head and try to push Luca to move out of my room."Your mom already knows that I slept over." Luca sticks his hands into his pocket and gives me the bored look."What? How does she know?" He shrugs. "I bumped into her last night when I went to drink water.""Ohhh, so she thinks we're..." I am unable to complete my statement."She thinks that we're?..." He prompts me to say more."Oh, forget it.""Say it." He moves away from the door and closer to me."That we're seeing each other." I blurt out.He strokes my jaw slowly. "Is that why you're so tensed?" He pulls me closer and rests his hands on my ass. "If it makes you any better, I told her that I slept in the guest room. And that I came around because, with Smith's arrest and everything that is going on, you two deserve to feel safe and not vulnerable."I gulp. "Thank you." I try to pull away. "Now, you can go."He tilts his head to the side, studyin
LILY"It's all my fault I'm so stupid.""Nothing is your fault, Lily." Tiffany wraps her arms around me. "Should I get you water?" She stands up and starts heading for the kitchen. "You're stressing too much." "No, I don't want water." I snap. "This is all my fault; if I had not posted that picture on social media, none of this would have happened."Tiffany folds her wrist on her waist and stares at me. "You don't know that for sure.""Of course I do; that is what the officers said at the station; that document that I posted was given to my father in confidence to be kept private. Guilt was eating me alive in that station; that is the reason I had to run out of there and back to my home. Will my father be sentenced to prison?"Tiffany doesn't answer. I know her silence means yes. I rub my puffy eyes. "He can't be punished; it's all my fault."Tiffany sits in front of me. "You know no one knows you posted that photo online besides the two of us.""I used one of my fake profiles; they
LILY"What is the meaning of this?" My mom yells at me, mirroring my shocked expression."Eh... I was just...""Is this what you do when I'm out?" My dad barks angrily.I look down on my body to discover that the sheet is properly covering my body and my hands are still in my pajamas top, so it doesn't look suspicious. I almost thought they had walked in on me doing something stupid. So what are they talking about now?"You took my car that was neat and clean to school without my permission, and you brought it back looking like an accident victim."Oh, that's what he's talking about. I breathe a sigh of relief and look around. "Dad you make my car impossible to drive without my permission; you also froze my account.""You needed a little punishment and a reminder that you can't always get what you want. If you try to pull another crazy stunt, I will ground you." My dad paces around; he's shoulder looks so heavy as if he is carrying the problems of the whole world on it. "A lot of thin
LILY I don't know why I sneaked into the house through the backdoor; it's not like my dad didn't hear me drive in and couldn't see his meeting to scold me for my bad behavior, but somehow I feel good for doing it. Instead of taking the turn to my room, something snaps in me, and I take the turn to my dad's study. I'm dying of curiosity to know what's going on. I rest my ears against the door, trying to listen. But all I hear are incoherent muffled noises that make no sense. I can tell they are having an argument or some kind of confusion; everybody is talking at the same time. Maybe something has gone horribly wrong at the firm. I recognize my dad's voice, Luca's voice. Even my mom is in there? What's going on? I lean further into the door, and I don't know when the door is opened, but next thing I know, I'm falling forward into the room, but instead of falling into the room, I land on a heavy rock; its large form blocks my view of the room and shields me from being seen by those
LILY"Mom, what happened to my car?" I yell while entering the house and walking towards the dining room. "Why is my car suspended in the air with no wheels?"My mom turns around from the sink to face me. "Honey, your dad says that's your punishment; no car for you." There's no emotion on her face; she turns around to continue cleaning the plates with a towel."Punishment, what did I do, telling him I wanted to become a dancer?" I'm so pissed right now. Last night I caught Luca making out Mira. I kissed her to spite him. Both of them have been calling me nonstop since then, but I have refused to answer, and now my dad is punishing me for wanting to follow my passion. "Mom, you're not saying anything; you're in on this too, right?"She sighs deeply before untying the apron across her waist and hanging it on a pole. She leans her back against the sink. "Sweetheart, we just want the best for you; no parent wants their child to become a street dancer; there's no dignity in that."I chuckl
LILY My today is too dull. I have been aimlessly creating campaigns, editing content, and formulating sales speeches just to increase our company's social media reach. I yawn and run my palm across my face; I'm exhausted. My eyes scan the little cozy office where I work alone. I stop typing and take a deep breath, resting my head backwards into the chair. Cold air blows my hair from the open window behind me. I remain in the position for a while, enjoying the feel of a cold breeze on my back. I stretch my arms over my head and yawn widely. I sluggishly stand from my seat, dragging my feet across the ground in the direction of the small coffee maker. I turn it on and prepare a dark, bitter, and very hot coffee. Returning to my seat, I sip it slowly. I place the mug on the desk and pick up my phone. I swipe over to notifications and messages, but there's nothing new, especially not from who I'm anticipating, Luca. I sigh in frustration before throwing the phone back on the desk. I mis
Luca Lily is never this late. I glance at my wristwatch impatiently. "It's 4:00pm already." I mutter under my breath. Sitting on the bed, I stamp my feet on the floor to prevent me from pacing. I slide to the texting app on my phone and view the last message I sent to her. There's no reply, but she never replies. She just shows up. I click on her number and dial it again; it doesn't ring. The network provider says it's not reachable. Fuck!! Maybe she's at Tiffany's. I dial Tiffany's number. She answers on the first ring. "Hey Tiffany, is Lily with you?" There's a long pause on the other line. I think I may have lost her. I stand to my feet and start pacing. "Tiffany, are you still with me?" "Yes. Yes. Lily is not with me." Another long pause. "She's not with you?" I rake my fingers through my hair. "No, she's not." I stop pacing and lean against the wall, drumming my fingers on the wall. "Do you know if she's still at her workplace?" "It's already two hours past her closing tim
LILY I'm sitting on the grass in the park watching children play games with their parents cheering them on. Some children are dancing and running around and taking pictures, and every moment looks like a dance move. The parents rallying around their kids are a mocking reminder to me that I lack love and support. "Hey, can I join you?" I look up to find a young girl standing in front of me. She's wearing a very short skirt and cropped top; she looks older than me, maybe 21 or so. She smiles and shifts her brown hair from her face. I ignore her and look away. To my surprise, she takes the spot beside me, brushing her bare thighs against mine and sending signals to my body. I shift away. We sit down quiet together for a while, neither of us speaking. I'm looking at the kids playing faraway, but I'm not seeing them. From my peripheral, I can see this girl still staring at me. I absently check my phone to find out if anyone at home has called to check on me. My phone is buzzing; I powe