~Lily~
He made me wait twenty-four hours. I spent the day in my room, naked beneath my nightgown, the memory of the cherry lollipop burning against my entrance like a brand.
Every time I moved, I felt him — his fingers, his gaze, the candy that had breached me. I touched myself in the dark, thinking of him, hating myself for wanting more.
At 8 PM, the summons came: *The study. Now. Bring nothing.*
I went as I was — barefoot, nightgown thin as tissue, arousal already coating my thighs before I crossed the threshold.
Adrian had transformed the space. The desk was cleared, covered now in velvet, matching the candy he arranged in a neat row.
I counted them: six lollipops, each larger than the last. Cherry. Grape. Lemon. Orange. A twisted candy cane. And finally, a massive round sucker,
