Lilly Obeyed
Colin’s office was no surprise: floor to ceiling bookshelves, mahogany desk, Central Asian carpets, leather couch and chairs. Nor was he a particular surprise, a man in his 60s with thick silver hair, build on the athletic side, somewhere a bit over 6 ft tall. His picture had been very recent. He was wearing black trousers, and a white shirt with intermittent pinstripes of a dark wine red. She dropped her eyes and waited.
“Would you like a drink?” His voice on the phone was what had finally captured her. It was low and warm and hinted at a strong capacity for humor.
“Yes please, Sir.”
“Take a seat.” Lilly sat on a carpet-covered footstool and watched him pour some clear alcohol into a tumbler for her. His drink, scotch from its color, was already sitting on one of the small tables. He handed her the drink and watched her sip it. It tasted of raspberries and was very strong. He stood there, letting her feel how close he was, while she sampled it. Then he took the drink away and put it aside. He traced her lips with one finger, the first physical contact they’d had and it made her shiver. Then he gathered a large handful of her hair in one hand and pressed her face against the crotch of his slacks. ‘Lick,’ he commanded.
Lilly obeyed with long strokes of her tongue. She tasted the cloth, felt the texture of the wool scraping at her lips. She could feel his cock, partially hard and hidden and could feel herself getting wet from this act of submission. He pulled her face away and looked into her eyes.
“What do you think, Flower? If you are going to leave you’d better go now.” She shook her head at the thought and he smiled. “Good girl. Open your mouth.” Lilly obeyed. He took a drink from her glass and then pulled her face to his and spat the mouthful into her mouth. She shivered and choked as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and opened her mouth again. He fed her the whole tumbler, mouthful by mouthful, her head tilted back to almost the point of pain, until she was dizzy from it. He abruptly let her go and she staggered before she regained her balance.
“Hands clasped behind your back.” Lilly obeyed. He took her white silk blouse in his hands and ripped it off of her exposing the strictly laced white underbreast corset he’d told her to wear. He slapped her twice hard across the breasts making her sob with the physical shock of it. He smiled and took her nipples between forefingers and thumbs, lifting her by them, taking her feet almost off of the floor. She wanted to scream, opened her mouth but nothing came out. Tears ran tracks down her cheeks. He set her back on her feet and walked behind her. Undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Now she wore only heels and the corset.
Her corseted waist made her arse seem riper, rounder. “Arch your back, bend your knees and lean forward.” Lilly obeyed. The position felt deliciously obscene. Colin ran his hands over her, cataloging and claiming her. She felt her heart beat in her nipples and in her cunt.
Colin walked around to her front. He stroked her lips again, thinking. Then he went to his desk and took out what looked like a pen. “The lip stain you used isn’t dark enough.” He slowly and carefully painted her lips while she held the bent kneed position. Then he painted her throbbing nipples. She glanced at them to see that the color was a vulgar dark red. She shivered. He laughed. “You don’t approve?” Then he walked around behind her and slapped the meat of her bottom. “Arch more,” and as she tried he pulled her by the hair into the position he wanted, “there, offer yourself like that, you’ll get used to it.” She could feel a cramp starting in her back but she held position. She felt him painting her cunt lips and finally around her arsehole. She felt herself swelling, getting wetter.
Colin pressed three fingers into her wetness, wrapping his other hand around her throat. “Look what an eager slut you are.” He forced his hand in to the knuckles. Lilly whimpered. She’d never taken a hand and she was suddenly frightened. Colin’s hand tightened further on her throat until she saw black spots. “I want this you whore. Open yourself for me.” Lilly tried to obey, tried to relax. Colin shoved at her, his hand sliding farther and farther until she could feel her swollen lips closing around his wrist. Just this side of unconsciousness Lilly started to cry in earnest.
Colin whispered in her ear, “That’s right, that’s it little one. Give me everything I want.”