Monday, June 17, 2013

Gilded Lily by Pauline Allan

 Adam's ferocious sexual appetite for submission has left him frustrated and alone.  He turns to the photo in his wallet. The woman's full lips smile with laughter. The yellow sundress hugs her soft curves. The beautiful muse. His elusive flower.
Lily has a dark secret. A submissive without a Dominant, her life had derailed with grief, solitude, and rejection. Until a mysterious stranger's erotic education led to unfathomable pleasure.
Tony knew Lily's training would be his last attempt to escape the void in his life. An experienced Dom with the very nature of his control shaken, he has to run. There's one last responsibility to take care of before he can leave.
Lily, his once timid sub, is testing her boundaries and craves more. A love he can never give.
Tragedy leads Adam to Lily's plantation in Louisiana. While packing his brother's belongings, Tony offers the one precious thing Adam could never deny. The submission of his elusive flower.      
The clock is ticking. Tony wants freedom. Adam demands total submission. Lily must choose. Does she cling to the safety of Tony's commands or risk the rejection of Adam's love?
Either way, a submissive's trust is a fragile thing. Once's lost forever.

LILY TRIED TO lift her head, but the strength in Adam’s legs kept her from moving. The sensation of being confined made her feel an ultimate release. There was no anxiety. No deadlines for work. No hectic schedule. The clarity was pure peace. This was what she craved.
Between whips, the relaxation unfurling her muscles was made that much sweeter. The way her welts blazed like fire over her skin, the coolness in the air soothed the tormented flesh. The sweltering pleasure made the darkness that much more intense. There was a content silence going inward, finding that hidden place within herself that no one knew about. Not Tony. Not Adam. Not Nicholas. The secret place was hers to cherish. It was her friend; the gentle lull of what she knew was true.
She was a submissive, her need for the pleasure-pain threshold was an unspoken bond that kept her always wanting more. More sensation, more understanding, more control. There was passion in knowing she could withstand anything in life. The strength she owned in pain brought her the power to seek her desires. And this time—this sacred time—Adam and Tony were allowing her to release what hindered her and to explore the darkness with truth and a realization that she was a woman who deserved to experience joy of the body and mind in any way she wished. This was her dream. Adam finding his the courage to trust her gave her the strength to discover the courage within herself.
She heard Adam give Tony the command. She wanted this so badly she could only pray he wouldn’t be disappointed in the way she tried to lift up onto her knees. Her desire to give him better access to her pussy was a plea to relieve the throbbing inside her channel and to be filled so deeply. Her breath caught with the feeling of a warm hand pushing on her lower back.
“Down, poppet,” Tony’s raspy voice called out to her in the misty dream of her thoughts.
Instinctively she tried to raise her hips again. Seeking to find the end to the torment coursing through the tight coil gripping her muscles, she pulled back on her head. Adam’s knees dug in deeper into the mattress, locking her head in place. The stinging sensation of her hair pulling made her want to submit, to let her body fly, and trust that these two men would bring her the most delicious pleasure she’d ever experienced.
She relaxed her head, finding a comfortable position as she rested her hips back onto the bed.
Tony’s voice floated from behind her. “That’s it. Let your body accept this. Relax,” he said as he caressed the side of her waist. “Let the distractions go. Let me give you what you need. Trust me, poppet.”
Lily eased her trembling body deep onto the mattress and did as Tony had taught her to do. She released the pain and took in the darkness where only pleasure dwelled.