Blackmailed by the Beast (5 page)

“I-I....” She stopped
and licked her lips. “Could...you...could you please do me up?” She
gave him her back and then remembered her ass was on display.

Lily squeaked and spun,
the top slipping. A breast popped free. She squealed and ran from
the men.

Lily heard them talk,
and then seconds later, Wayne was back in his office and stared at
her, amusement shining in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” Her
father, use to call her many names, including an embarrassment, and
here she’d proven it. What other woman would go around with the
threat of a boob falling out as she did?

“You don’t need to
apologize. Unless you were intending to sneak away with Richard
while my back was turned,” he said.

“I guess that was a
joke.” Wayne put a finger to his lips and shushed. “Don’t tell
anyone. You’ll spoil my reputation.”

Lily couldn’t stop her
laugh, and before long, she saw him respond in laughter. The
laughing was infectious.

“Turn around. I’ll tie
it up.”

“I’m not wanting to
swim anymore. I feel like a whale,” she complained. Lily shook her
head not knowing why she mentioned her insecurity. Most women had
weight issues. The women who travelled in Wayne’s social circles
were notorious for being super slim. The classic size zero.

They’d had a pool at
home, and she used to love soaking in the sun and taking a swim.
George and Jessica hired a pool boy to clean it, and then Stephanie
was out every opportunity to tease her, shooting nasty comments
about her size and the way she looked.

Shame when the pool boy
laughed at the cruel words. That had been about three years ago,
before the staff were let go one by one. She never went into the
pool again.

Wayne’s hands landed on
her hips. “Why do you say awful things about yourself?” he
whispered near her ear. His breath disturbed the hair on her neck.
Goosebumps erupted on her flesh, and she gasped when his teeth
grazed the surface of her skin. Her neck was so sensitive, small
touches driving her crazy. She knew from past hairdressing
experiences.

He moved from the hips
up to her ribs.

“I’m not blind. I know
what I look like.”

The way he touched her,
she was starting to have doubts.

“Do you really?” He
continued upwards, the pads of his fingers ran over her
breasts.

“We shouldn’t be doing
this.”

“Doing what?”

“You touching me.”

“Lily, I’m going to be
your husband as soon as it can be arranged. I think touching is
permitted.” Wayne caressed farther up, sending her arms above her
head. He touched her hands before roaming down and wrapped his arms
round her stomach. Lily tried to suck in her belly.

“Don’t. I love your
body, and I want to see it more often. Purple really flatters you.”
His fingers circled the flesh of her belly.

She let out the breath
and leaned back. “Do you feel that?” he asked, and Lily shook her
head. Wayne thrust his pelvis against her ass, and Lily jumped. “I
want you. I’ll always want you.”

Turning her, he slammed
his mouth over hers. His tongue thrust inside her.

Lily, stunned by the
action, didn’t respond at first.

“Touch me, Lily. Kiss
me.” This was the first time she’d heard him command, and she
placed her hands on him. “No, touch me here.” He took her hand and
pressed it over his stiff shaft.

“You’re really hard.
Does it hurt?”

Wayne chuckled. “Yes,
but in a good way.”

“I can’t do this. I’m
not ready.”

Sighing, Wayne took a
step back. “Go and jump in the pool. I’ll be there soon.”

Pleased to be out of
the way, Lily walked slowly to the door and left for the pool. The
setting sun was a beauty to behold. The pool was in a sunroom,
providing plenty of protection from the cold air outside.

****

Wayne watched her go,
and it seemed he spent most of his time watching her leave. He
moved through to the en-suite bathroom and started the shower. He
peeled off his clothing and climbed in.

Glancing down, he
moaned at the red swollen cock sticking straight out, begging for
attention.

He wouldn’t be able to
go out with the thick erection. Wayne wanted Lily to become
accustomed to his presence, not terrified this early on. He reached
for the soap and lathered his cock, the bubbles helping him thrust
through his fist.

Resting his forehead on
his arm on the shower stall, he closed his eyes and imagined Lily
coming into the bathroom to meet him. She wore a cute little towel
that dropped to the floor when she saw him fucking his own hand. He
groaned, wondering what it would feel like to have her naked little
fist wrapped around his dick instead of his own hand. The cold
water hit his back, but he couldn’t feel it. With his eyes closed,
he could almost imagine her stood there.

Wayne thought about her
lush mouth. The plump lips spread around his aching dick, sucking
him into the back of her throat. There was so much to teach her.
His cry echoed off the walls of the bathroom as he envisioned her
on her knees in front of him, deep throating his shaft. His thick
sperm landed on the tile, and he shook all over from the power of
his climax. Wayne prayed he wouldn’t be forced to resort to a cold
shower and the love of his fist all that often.

He cleaned up his mess
and went to get his own swimming trunks. He would join her in the
pool and talk. Wayne didn’t want a sex object. He wanted a wife,
and so far, every touch had resorted in a sexual display of his
dominance. All he sought to do was be with her and show her he
wasn’t all that bad company.

Minutes later, he found
her floating in the pool. Wayne stopped and stared. Her eyes were
closed, and he couldn’t determine if she had a smile on her face or
looked sad.

Slowly, so as not to
disturb her, he moved to the farthest end of the pool and
waited.

Chapter
Seven

Lily knew he was there
but didn’t know how best to approach him. It was as if he knew
every part of her already. Whereas, she knew next to nothing about
him.

He was cruel and named
the “Beast”, and from what she’d read, for good reason. A truly
callous man, who treated women like casual flings rather than show
them respect.

Was that the type of
man she wanted to give her virginity to? To spend the rest of her
life being dictated to?

She kept her eyes
closed and soaked up the sun. Autumn and winter were fast
approaching, and she looked forward to the chance to decorate and
immerse herself in the seasonal spirit.

Excitement built inside
her thinking of picking out a tree and then searching for the right
turkey. Her family wouldn’t be with them for Christmas. They all
despised the festive season, preferring the New Year celebrations
of drink and partying.

“What are you
thinking?” he asked, and Lily knew she couldn’t put it off anymore.
She turned in the water and walked to where he stood.

“I was thinking about
Christmas.”

“A little premature,
don’t you think?”

“I figured as a
business man you’d be all over it.”

Lily saw him shrug, and
she giggled.

“I’ve got employees to
worry about that.”

Yes, she imagined he
had an employee to worry about every little detail of his life.

“What’s going to happen
about the wedding?” Lily didn’t really care about the wedding. Her
ideal marriage would have been to a man she could imagine devoting
to, not this man who got off on hurting people, throwing out
ultimatums as if he ruled the world.

“Misha is coming
tomorrow to talk about it. You and she can organise—”

“I don’t want any part
in it. Just get her to organize it.” Lily knew how harsh she
sounded but any protective layer she had left needed to be used to
her advantage.

“This is your wedding,
and you need to have a say, Lily.” He sounded so cross.

Closing her eyes, she
moved away and swam. It had been so long since her last bout of
freedom in water, and she relished the waves as her arms glided
through the water. Her mind was at peace being on her own, no
thought of punishment.

Thinking about her
wedding, there remained one aspect she wanted to keep to
herself—picking out the perfect wedding dress.

“I’ll help with the
arrangements of the wedding,” she said.

Wayne nodded, and for
some reason, Lily knew he was glad of her decision.

Maybe she’d be able to
come to terms about her predicament.

****

A few hours later,
after taking a leisurely meal where they discussed more important
topics, Lily couldn’t believe how much they had in common. Their
political views were the same and they both voted for the same
party. They liked similar movies, books, and music.

“You seem surprised?”
Wayne chuckled as he drank down another glass of wine. Lily hated
the vinegary taste and stuck with juice.

“You like that famous
vampire trilogy? Most guys hate the stuff that makes a girl go
mushy.” Their conversation turned from books to film.

“What can I say, I must
be in touch with my feminine side.”

Lily laughed. “I don’t
think anyone would mistake you for being feminine at all.”

She picked up a
strawberry and bit into the delicious sweet fruit. “I use to grow
these in my garden.”

“Why did you grow and
do all that stuff?”

Lily raised an eyebrow
at his ridiculous question. “Wayne, you knew my family’s state of
affairs. We were broke and anything to keep costs down was
paramount in our life.”

“If that is so, why
were the rest of them still going to restaurants and ordering fine
wine?” That was a revelation to her. She prided herself on keeping
the shopping bills down, and they still went out and spent what
little remained of the money. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said
anything.”

Lily shook her head.
“No, it’s true what they were like. It just shocks me to see how
brutal they use to be.”

Wayne closed the
distance between them, taking the stem out of her hand, and cupped
her chin. “You won’t have to worry about them anymore.”

“You’re going to be my
white knight?”

“I’ll be anything you
need.”

The intimate atmosphere
could be cut with a knife. Lily smiled and instinctively kissed his
palm. “I need to sleep.”

They’d both showered
earlier, and Lily wanted to do nothing more than collapse in the
large bed.

“Go and sleep.” Lily
didn’t need to be told twice. She picked up her water and left
him.

In no time at all, she
lay on the large bed surrounded by silk sheets. She wore an old
shirt she’d found in his wardrobe.

What seemed like a
lifetime, she heard him enter, gather his clothing, and leave
again. Lily relaxed and sighed, until seconds later, he walked back
in and moved straight for the opposite side of the bed.

“What are you doing?”
she asked, sitting up.

“I need to sleep as
well.” Her eyes widened as he opened his dressing gown. Lily
slapped a hand over her eyes she tried to cover him from sight.

“You’re naked.”

“Lily, drop your
hand.”

She shook her head.
Behind her hand, her eyes were closed, and they’d remain closed
until he either left the room or covered up.

“Why are you
hiding?”

“Would you please put
some clothes on?” she asked. Her body flushed.

“No.”

“Please.” Lily heard
some shuffling, and then his hand was removed her own from her
face. Refusing to give in, she kept her eyes closed she turned
away, scrambling on the sheets, and trying to move away.

He caught her leg and
pulled her back to the edge of the bed. Lily fell, and he grabbed
her bringing her against his body. She gasped, shocked, and opened
her eyes looking down his body. Wayne stood in front of her
naked.

“You’ve never seen a
naked man before?”

Lily didn’t bother to
answer. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Swallowed past
the lump in her mouth, she continued to plead with him some
more.

“No.” Wayne was
firm.

“A gentleman
would.”

“I never said I was a
gentleman.”

His fingers slid to the
hem of her shirt. “You can see me, and now I want to see you.” In
one movement, the shirt was up and over her head leaving her
exposed to his eyes. She covered her breasts, and he pulled the
hands down at her side.

“You’re beautiful,
Lily. Never let anyone tell you differently.”

Instead of touching or
doing anything, he took her hand and brought her to the bed.
Turning out the light, he pulled the silk sheets around them. His
arm curved round her waist, spooning.

“See, no problem at
all,” he said.

Lily slowly relaxed
against his hold and fell asleep. His throbbing erection pressed
between the cheeks of her ass.

Strange, she was
comfortable sleeping with a man she barely knew, naked in the same
bed, but she wasn’t in a house surrounded by her family.

Chapter
Eight

The following weeks
went by pretty much uneventful. Wayne and Lily searched for a house
together. All of the styles Wayne picked, Lily hated. While he
continued with his never-ending workload, Lily went shopping and
tried on wedding dress after wedding dress.

She thought plenty of
other brides had a long array of bridesmaids. Stephanie refused
when she asked to be her bridesmaid, and so Lily would attend her
wedding with the planner as her maid of honour.

In the meantime, they
filled their time like any other couple, eating meals in and out.
The celebrity world adored Wayne Brown, and Lily had been subjected
to an ambush of paparazzi wherever she went.