Chapter Fourteen
“So, this place is close enough to the city that I can get to my office and make it home every night. Four bedrooms, all with en-suites, and I know you don’t want to talk about it, but there is also room to build a nursery if and when we need it.” Wayne finished talking and Lily took the time to look around the neglected house.
The plot of land needed work but besides a lick of paint and a few changes, the house was a dream.
“Is this ours?” she asked touching the mahogany stair rail.
“Say the words and it is. If not, I’ll put it back on the market again.”
“You mean you already bought it?” Lily moved past the hall, looking in each room. Before she would consider moving in, she’d need to clean or have cleaners come and clear out all the dust and cobwebs.
“I saw this place, and it screamed out to me. It hasn’t been up very long for sale, and I just got the gut instinct it wouldn’t stay on the market that long.”
“I agree. This place is a gem.” She opened a door into which looked like the home office and closed the door. She glanced into each room, seeing the potential in the property.
“It’s so beautiful.” Every room she looked in, she fell more and more in love with the place. “We could buy some long corner sofas and sit around the open fire. We’ll need to come and have everything cleaned beforehand,” she said.
Wayne came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Just say the word and it’s yours,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling her neck.
Lily giggled, her body responding again to his intimate touch. After the rough tumble on the kitchen table, she thought her body would be spent. If anything, she wanted more of him.
“You smell good.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? Baby.”
“I want the house.”
He clicked his fingers and handed her the second set of keys. “Have fun decorating, baby.”
Wayne pinned her against the wall.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he pulled up her skirt.
“Christening the house.” He nipped her neck and showed her exactly what he meant, taking her against the wall. Wayne showed her the wonders of wearing a skirt with two slits up the side.
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Lily spent the next few weeks organizing the cleaning and furniture and getting the whole house ready for Christmas. This year would be her first without her parents, and she wanted to make it extra special.
Thinking about the possibility of having a baby, she decided it wouldn’t be so bad. She would have a family of her own to love and care about. Smiling, she patted her belly. Was there already a little boy or girl there? After a month of intense planning and changing around of certain rooms, Lily had the home how she wanted. The garden would have to wait for the spring and summer. The grass was cut back, and the trees trimmed, but everything else would be left. She looked forward to delving into creating a safe haven for herself and her future children.
When no one was listening or around, she would allow her other precious secret to unleash as she sang to her heart’s content. The only part of herself she could call her own, her music.
She’d had people tell her how wonderful she sounded and even offered to set her up with people who could help. Lily loved to sing, but in truth, she never wanted to do it to make a living.
This was hers and hers alone. She wouldn’t share.
They moved in four weeks before Christmas. She said good-bye to his old apartment, and the place she knew in her heart she’d never call home, and began unpacking in their new place.
Wayne and Lily sat eating Chinese food in the living room. Lily had a catalogue open and looked for Christmas decorations.
“I think purple and silver will look great on a nice natural tree.” She handed him the book and took a large portion of soy noodles.
“What about a green and red tree or a red and gold?” he offered.
Lily raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, I love the look of the silver and purple. Why them colours?”
“They’re my favourite.”
“Open up.” He fed her a piece of chicken, and she passed him some rice. “You did really good with the house.”
“Thank you.”
Wayne took the container out of her hand. “Before we get too full,” he said, leaning over to kiss her.
“You’ve got that look again,” she said.
“What look?”
“Like you want to eat me.” Lily touched his face and kissed him back. Whenever he was near, all she wanted to do was love and kiss him. Sighing, she knew in her heart of hearts what her mind had refused to understand.
After everything between them, the blackmail and the baby, the prenuptial agreement, all of it had come and gone, and with it, a piece of herself had gone with it. Lily knew slowly but surely, she was falling in love with her husband. Her love was not instant and at first sight but more of an acceptance.
He called to her mind and body. When he wasn’t around, she would think about him, miss him. Even now, all she wanted to do was give herself to him. To let him take her and love her back.
Lily refused to say any words. For so long, she’d learned to love no one and expect it from no one. She didn’t want to have her heart crushed by him this early in her life. For the time being, she could cope with being his wife with no other thoughts.
“Make love to me,” she asked.
Wayne stared at her, and Lily was sure she could sense something beneath him. They looked into each other eyes, neither moving nor breathing. Her words were on the tip of her tongue, but he ran his thumb over her plump lower lip.
She pressed her tongue out, tasting him.
“You’re something else,” he said, moments before his lips claimed hers. Their food forgotten.
Lily kissed him back, moaning with every touch and nip. He bit into her plump bottom lip. Coming away and travelling down to her neck, nipping the curve of her collarbone. Her head fell back, and she let out a moan.
“I want you.” He growled lifting her in his arms and carrying her up the stairs. “No complaints of your weight?”
“No, you’ve got the muscles to carry your wife to bed.” She kissed his neck, teasing him the way he did her.
“You’re messing with fire,” he warned.
“Umm,” she teased.
Wayne kicked the master bedroom door open and toppled her on the blankets. They kept their glances connected, and they tore at their own clothes, some ripping in their haste to be together.
Lily waited, lying in the middle of the bed, while he lit some of the candles she’d spread out earlier. His fine naked form was exposed for her to admire. His cock making her laugh as it stood out long and thick in front of him.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked, staring at it.
“Only because I want to be inside your sweet pussy so badly.” He blew out the piece of paper and came to bed. He stood by the edge fisting his erection.
“Do you like?”
“I’ve not got many to compare it to.”
“Vixen.” He caught her ankle and brought her to the edge, picking her up and thrusting her against his body. His fist caught in her hair, bending her back making her open wider for him.
Lust driving her, Lily reached between them and grabbed his erection in her hand. He was so hot and hard she gasped and moaned when he thrust in her fist.
“That’s it, baby, touch me,” he said.
Lily touched him, kissing him. Wayne fondled her breasts, bringing his lips to flick the tips. He would bend, and she wouldn’t be able to reach him.
Wayne toppled her to the bed. Holding her hips, he knelt before her and licked her cunt. She moaned as his wet tongue penetrated her sensitive hole.
“I want to taste you.” She groaned as he swiped at her clit.
“What?”
“I want to taste you the same way you’re tasting me.” She saw her juice glistening on his chin.
“Are you sure?” he asked her after some time passed.
“Yes. I want to give you pleasure the way you do me.” Since he started tonguing her slit, she thought about having the hard pressure of him inside her mouth.
He lay on the bed. “I’m yours.”
She liked the sound of that way too much.
Smiling wickedly, she straddled his waist and kissed a pathway down his body and back up.
Lily watched him and loved his body, exploring with freedom. His cock lay behind her ass, strong and hot.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
Chuckling, Lily moved slowly down until her face was level with his hardness.
Taking him in her hand, a blush spread through her body. She was holding his cock in her hand.
“Please, Lily.” She loved hearing him beg.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked. Where was all this coming from? Never before had she this kind of power, but she wanted to hear his naughty words telling her exactly what he wanted.
The way he grunted and held the blanket, staring at her with lust and fire in his eyes, made her want to be the seductress. To take sex in her own hands and embrace the power she had over him.
Did every woman feel this liberated?
Lily didn’t care.
“You know what I want,” he said. He reached out to her, but she pulled away.
“No, you don’t. Tell me what you want me to do.” She moved back between his legs when he reached behind him holding onto the headboard.
“Lily!” he warned.
Blowing on his pubic hair, she turned so her full hair brushed along his body and up.
“Fuck.” She heard him cry out. Lily smiled and grasped his cock, flicking her tongue over the head. A salty taste erupted on her tongue.
“Tell me.” She came up lifting her hair up and off her face.
“Fuck, Lily.” Wayne was fighting, but she refused to be beaten. She wanted to hear his gruff words.
“Say it.”
He stared at her and refused, and she wouldn’t let it go. Lily decided to tease him. “Say it for me,” she begged, licking her lip and reaching between her legs. Her head fell back as she circled her clit, teasing herself.
“Fuck. Lily, suck my cock. Take me in your mouth and suck me,” he ordered, and without a second warning, she surrounded the entire head of his cock sucking him into her mouth.
Wayne was long and thick and used all of her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the end of him, sucking down as his pre-cum oozed out.
He swore and cursed but let her love him with her mouth. Lily took him to her throat and back up. Her tongue teased the thick vein alive and pulsing.
With her hand, she fondled his balls. Wayne watched her, and Lily enjoyed his attention. He cupped a handful of her hair and encouraged her to take more of him, setting a rhythm of thrusting.
“I don’t want to lose it down your throat.” He pulled on her hair until she had no choice but lift up. “Straddle me.” Lily crawled up his body and sat astride his waist. He took his cock in hand and fed it into her greedy cunt. She moaned, loving the control she had.
Wayne smacked her on the ass and began to thrust up to meet her. He guided her on what he liked, and what would bring her the most pleasure, and she let him help. He brought her over him and lifted her up, her legs ached but she tilted her hips down to receive him, crying out as he hit the G-spot deep within her.
His fingers played with her creamy bud as she took them to new heights of pleasure.
“Fuck me, Lily,” he said to her over and over again.
She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.
“Take me. All of me.”
Their movements became harsher and fiercer each fighting off their own climax until the other saw completion.
“Come for me, baby,” he demanded.
“You come for me.” She cried out when her own release pulsed through her. Lily ground down on him taking him deeper still. The tightness of her cunt sent him over the edge, and his moan of climax filled the room.
Wayne took her in his arms and eased her down beside him.
“You’re so amazing.”
Lily sighed in contentment, curling up against his side. She was starting to really love her husband, the man who blackmailed her.
“Do you like your new house?” Wayne asked sometime later. The candles had died down and they lay in the comfort of each other’s arms.
“I love it here.” She really did. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“What, baby?”
“Stephanie keeps phoning me.”
Wayne stopped her with a look, and biting her lip, she waited for his response. “I don’t want her in my house.”
“But she’s my sister.”
“She’s a manipulating bitch who made your life a misery.”
Lily took a breath and stared at the foot of the bed. She shouldn’t have said anything. Stephanie always brought the worst out in people, and it would appear Wayne couldn’t stand her.
He cupped her cheek and brought her attention back to him. “Don’t mistake me for being mean, Lily. I care about you, and I know what a nasty piece of work she can be. I don’t want her in our house spitting her lies.”
Her heart soared in her chest. He cared, and for now, it would be enough. Snuggled down, she closed her eyes with a smile on her face.