With one hand, I fist her hair and pull her closer to me, and the other hand inches up her thigh. Lily groans as she kisses me, giving me her all, showing me exactly how bold and beautiful she really is. She kisses me like she means it, like she wants it, like she’ll die without it, and for a second, I imagine having her as a sub, and the thought doesn’t scare me the way it should.
And then she pulls away and just looks at me.
If June is still around, I don’t notice.
If the music is still playing, I don’t care.
If there’s still a crowd, I have no idea.
The only thing I see is Lily, and she is perfect.
“That was quite the kiss, Master Thorn,” she finally says.
“You’re a very talented kisser, Miss Lily,” I respond. My hand is still on her thigh, and I move it up. She closes her eyes, and I whisper to her again. “Tell me something, Lily: exactly how brave do you want to be tonight?”
“What are you asking me?”
“I’m asking if you want me to keep moving my hand up your thigh, kitten.”
“And what if I do?”
I slide it up a little more, and she whimpers just a little. It’s so quiet that no one else will notice, but I notice, and my cock wants more.
“What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done, Lily?” I trace my finger along the edge of her shorts.
“I…I don’t know. Maybe…maybe in college, at a party once.”
“What did you do at the party?”
“I took my top off. I danced on a table. Everyone looked at me.”
“Did you take off you bra, pretty girl? Did everyone get to see your sweet little nipples?” I slide my hand a little higher up her thigh. Now my fingers are touching her panties.
Yeah, she’s soaked.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“And did anyone touch you?” I stroke her soft panties. She lets out a soft purr, but shakes her head.
“Nobody touched me. I think…I think I was too shy for that.”
“And what about now?”
“What?”
“Are you shy now, sweetie?”
She spreads her legs a little wider and looks up at me. Those bright eyes blink at me and she smiles.
“I don’t think I’m feeling very shy tonight, Master Thorn.”
Chapter 5
Lily
I shouldn’t be letting the stranger touch me.
That’s not what good girls do.