Lily and the Beast (Lily and the Beast #1) Read Online Free

“There is no part of your body that is forbidden to me.  If I want to hurt you, I can.  I can take you however and whenever I want.” 
    Despite his words, his hold on me shifted slightly, putting less strain on my joints, and I wondered if he even knew what kind of mixed messages he was sending out.  Did he want to hurt me?  Was that what I’d signed on for?
    “I own you, don’t I?”  His voice became a sexy purr as his lips caressed the outer whorl of my ear, and I nodded, my breath coming faster as an unwanted thrill coursed through me.  I was completely under his power, like he said.  And I could tell myself that it was just sex, but there was nothing normal about this.  I was utterly his to do with as he pleased.  On one level, the thought was terrifying, but there was a rush of something else.  Something that had my thighs pressing together against the slick heat that gathered between them. 
    “Say it!”  His hand closed roughly over my breast, fingers squeezing tight, and I cried out in shock, desperately trying to remember what he wanted me to say.
    “Y-you own me,” I stammered, and his touch instantly gentled, becoming a caress.
    “Good girl.”  A flush of pleasure went through me, at hearing that simple praise.  I wanted to hear it again, but his voice was harder when he spoke.  “You exist only to please me.  So instead of pulling away from me, you’d better be trying to figure out how to make me happy.”
    “But I have no idea what you want, I don’t know you,” I objected, and he patted me lightly on the belly.
    “I’ll teach you.” 
    Something about the way he said it sent another wave of goose bumps puckering across my skin, especially when he grasped my wrists again, looser this time.  It wasn’t painful, but a sweat broke out across my forehead when I felt the wide leather belt wrapping around my wrists, especially when he cinched it tight. 
    “Does that hurt?”
    Was I supposed to say no, or yes?  Did he want it to hurt?  If I said it didn’t, would he cinch it tighter?  “No,” slipped out, while I was trying to figure out what he wanted.  To my relief, he patted my arm and let them go to hang behind my back.  It wasn’t uncomfortable, just awkward to have my arms pinned back like that.  It left me feeling more vulnerable, for sure, my boobs jutting out too far.  I tried to hunch a little and sink back on my heels, but he didn’t let me, guiding me up on my knees.     
    I braced myself for the next touch, and when it didn’t come, my tongue darted out to moisten my lips.  “What do you want me to do?”
    “Be still.”  His voice came from above, and I pictured him towering over me, my face level with his crotch.  Was he going to make me suck him off?  I strained to listen for the sound of his pants being undone, but the only thing I heard was the crackle of the fire until he spoke again.  “When we’re in a scene, you’ll remember that I’m in complete control.  You’ll only speak when spoken to, or I’ll have to punish you.  Do you understand?”
    “A scene?  Like a play?”  It was actually easier to think about that way.  It made it feel like it was less real, and more like playing a role.  Not that I’d ever tried something like that with Michael or anyone else before, but it wasn’t the worst way to look at what was coming next. 
    “Yes, a sexual scene.  That’s what you and I will be sharing.”  His fingers trailed along the curve of my jaw and then fell away.  “The rest of the time you can go about your business and I’ll go about mine, as long as you stay out of my way until I call for you.”
    “Okay,” I nodded, feeling more at ease now that I got a better handle on what was expected of me.  It answered some of my questions as to how I was supposed to eat while blindfolded and stuff – I’d only be blindfolded when I was around him, and I’d only be around him when he was in the mood for sex.  If he