CHAPTER 7

       Hit the Wall

      ‘Lily?’ Beatrice’s lilting voice sounded surprised, but not entirely displeased to hear my ‘Hello’. She clicked her tongue. ‘So my big bro’s letting you answer his phone now? This is unprecedented.’

      ‘Not really. He’s in the shower,’ I half-whispered, all conspiratorial, though Dorian surely couldn’t hear me over the din of rushing water. Keep it brief, Lily, you’ve only got a couple minutes left before getting your just desserts from Mr Holder.

      ‘Spare me the details. This is already TMI.’ She had reverted to her usual curt tone, which was almost a relief. Really didn’t need to pal up to his post-adolescent half-sister.

      Well, maybe a bit. I needed a favour.

      ‘Right. Quick question: can you send me the names of whatever companies you thought I might be a good match for? And the contacts? And tweak my letter of recommendation?’

      ‘Those are three questions.’

      My response was silence. The Holder power plays were getting old.

      She broke the silence after about fifteen seconds, and sighed. ‘You still there, Lily?’

      ‘Still here. Waiting for your answer.’

      ‘Well. You came to this even sooner than I thought you would, Lily.’ There was a pregnant pause, before she added, ‘Good for you.’

      ‘Yeah, well … Ya know.’

      ‘Yes, I’ll absolutely do some digging, and shoot you a note in the afternoon. Say goodnight to Dor for me. Unless you don’t want him to know you’ve been using his phone. Since you two are having private time—’ I could almost hear her shuddering.

      ‘Uhm, right. I guess we’re sort of between private times.’

      ‘Gross, Dewitt. Then I’ll just give him a shout tomorrow. We’ve got more family drama blowing in our general direction and he’ll need a head’s up.’

      I digested this. ‘Will I need a head’s up?’

      ‘Don’t flatter yourself. Goodnight, Lily.’

      Just as I was hanging up, a deep, dark voice startled me.

      ‘What. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing?’

      I rolled off the half-made bed landed on my feet, and took in the full image of my Master. He was naked, dripping wet, muscles tensed as though ready for a fight.

      ‘I was just—’

      ‘Put that down, now.’ He pointed at me. ‘That’s an order, Lily.’

      ‘Or what?’ I asked, my heart pounding with a thrill of fear and excitement.

      Dorian grabbed me and slapped my wrist, knocking the phone to the floor. He shoved me face-first against the wall, pinning my arms over my head. The plaster was cool against my cheek and belly. I arched my hips back, ready for his penetration, hoping he would make it hurt this time. Unlikely, since my cunt was already getting so wet that even his porn-star-sized dong pounding hard and fast with no foreplay would give me nothing but the sweetest—

      He shoved three fingers into my pussy, ignoring my clitoris altogether and ramming them straight against my G-spot. Shrieking, I gushed all over his hand, so much girl-cum that it ran like piss down my legs. Without warning, he crammed the same three fingers up my asshole, which was still puckered tightly from the cold teasing of a popsicle. My shriek of pleasure morphed into one of utter torment as he roughly penetrated and stretched my not entirely virginal rosebud with his long, deft digits. Despite my initial terror and pain, it was opening to him. ‘Say the word,’ he growled into my ear.

      I shook my head, or shook it as much as I could when pinned up against a wall from behind.

      ‘Very well.’ A squishing sound as he lubed his cock with my juice.

      Oh, hell. Ow. Ow.

      Holy Mary, Mother in Heaven.

      My poor bum. My poor, poor, violated … Bang bang bang. With each one of his unforgiving thrusts, my pelvis slammed against the wall, and the repeated thudding against my mons brought about a heavy thrum from the pounding pressure on my clit, and when I came this time it felt as though I were leaving my body, my groans of pleasure and shrieks of pain so foreign, before I returned to semi-awareness as Dorian cried out his own release, the rush of wet heat as he came in the tightness of my ass driving me over the top yet again.

      ‘Never –’ he rasped, letting me go. ‘Never, ever use my phone again. Don’t even touch it. You only got the tip of the iceberg, Dewitt. Next time you defy me, expect my full ten inches up your tight little ass. No lube.’

      Yikes. His entire cock wasn’t even in me?

      I turned my head and looked at him over my shoulder. The corner of his mouth lifted, and that dimple flashed.

      Just for a moment.

      Apparently I had found my cockroach.