Gilded Cage

“What’s wrong with that? I want to savour our every moment together. Just in case we don’t make it.”

“Lillian, we will make it. Trust me.”

“Okay, that was only an excuse. I’m curious about these toys. And horny.”

Brandon’s laugh exploded in the small bathroom. He shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Are you interested or not?” Lillian flashed a grin and groped his crotch.

His cock stirred at her very touch.

“I think Mr. Shea junior likes my idea.”

Brandon wrapped her within his arms. “You shouldn’t tempt me. I’m a guy and you’re a very beautiful woman.”

“Does that mean yes?”

“Jesus. How could I say no to you?”

She kissed him. “Which one do you want to try—the tongue tickler, cock ring or the Ben Wa balls?”

He looked uncomfortable with her mentioning them so casually. Lillian wondered if there were etiquettes for asking a man about his preference in sex toys. She didn’t know much about this man-woman intimacy business. Hell, sex hadn’t interest her until she’d met Brandon. It didn’t mean she was absolutely blind about it. The only thing she was privileged to have at home was unlimited access to the Internet, where she’d spent endless hours surfing, pretending she was anywhere but incarcerated in her golden cage. Risqué sites didn’t appeal since the mention of sex always reminded her of Stanford and his perversity. But Brandon had changed that. Suddenly, she was curious about a lot of things. Naughty, sexy, fun things she could do with Brandon.

“I don’t do cock rings.” Brandon snatched the package and threw it in the sink. “Tongue tickler. Hmm. You don’t need a tongue tickler. You’ve got me.” He plucked it from Lillian’s hand and flung it into the sink. “Let’s see. Ben Wa balls. Do you even know what they are?”

“It’s for the ladies to enhance their sexual experience. I read it somewhere in the History of Sex book. The emperor’s concubines in China used these in medieval times.”

“You’re full of surprises, Lillian.” Brandon closed the bathroom door with his foot and shrugged off his jacket. He was fully armed.

Lillian watched him take off his guns, holsters and knives, and put them on the bathroom floor. Brandon was a one-man killing machine. It was surprising that he was also tender and passionate in bed. When he pulled his shirt over his head, Lillian couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. She had to. The man was practically sex on a stick.

“Let’s see.” Brandon pulled down her bathrobe, exposing her naked body. “God, you’re wet.”

He planted kisses on the side of her jaw and down to her shoulder. Lillian shivered. Her pussy thrummed. Her nipples hardened. Brandon lifted her off the floor and had her sit on the edge of the sink. He felt her while he nipped and licked her neck. She moaned. Each nibble made her toes curl and her pussy clench. Brandon’s rough hand skimmed along her inner thigh and on to the source of her never-ending aches.

He purred when he found her luxuriously moistened. “I love it when you’re wet like this.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” He spread her legs wider and parted her pussy lips with his fingers.

Lillian stiffened when he slipped a finger inside her.

“Sore?” he asked.

A bit. They had fucked like a pair of crazed rabbits last night, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “No,” she breathed out. “I love it.”

Brandon slipped in another finger and curled his digits upward, hitting her special spot. Lillian wanted to melt.

“Oh.” She grabbed his shoulders and clawed him with her fingers. Morsels of pleasure burst out in her depths. “B-Brandon.”

“You want to come?”

She nodded.

He increased the pressure and tickled her G-spot. Lillian squirmed and gasped. The white-hot pleasure sparked like fireworks within her. She gushed juice. Brandon rubbed harder, and suddenly, a hard, knife-sharp orgasm tore through her. Lillian buried her face in the hollow of his throat, her body quaking from the instant climax. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers.

“There, there, babe. A good one, wasn’t it?”