Eventful: A Night in Beijing. Part 2

 "Eventful: A Night in Beijing."

Part 2

by Noopster

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.

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"No, you didn't wake me," she responded too quickly, her eyes flickering to Dominic who had started dressing up hurriedly. They exchanged an awkward glance before she turned away, walking towards the bathroom. "Yeah, just cleaning up before bed," she said to Charlie, keeping her voice light and casual as she lied.

"Not too bad," she said, leaning against the cool bathroom tiles. "Yeah, the event wrapped up early." As she spoke, she could hear Dominic moving around outside the door, and feel his cum cooling on her skin, sticking to her face and chest. She was aware of every droplet that dripped down her body, slow rivulets of white trailing down her flushed skin as she continued to talk to her husband. "Yeah, I met a lot of people, took some photos with them," Lily mused, one hand holding the phone to her ear. "You know, the usual. You would’ve been super bored." She tilted her head to gaze at her reflection. "Yeah, just a bit tired." Her brunette hair was slightly disheveled, strands falling across her flushed face. Her makeup was slightly smudged, the red lipstick smeared across her lips into a deeper crimson, and the diamond necklace lay tantalizingly against her chest, the stones covered in a thin sheen of cum as she reverently traced her fingertips along them, feeling the sticky residue coating them with sin. "Oh really? What did you cook?" she continued saying to her husband on the other end of the planet, as she attempted to wipe herself clean with a damp towel. “Sounds delicious!" There was a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she absent-mindedly fingered a lump of semen entwined within a dark strand of hair. "I've… missed you." She admitted quietly into the phone, all while her fingers meticulously collected Dominic's remaining seed from her hair. Somehow, that wasn’t a lie, but the contrast between her words and actions was not lost on her, which made her feel even more guilty. "I'll make it up to you when I get back."



In the mirror, her reflection stared back, her porcelain skin had taken on a rose glow and her lips were swollen from sucking on Dominic's cock. A small sigh escaped her lips as she caught sight of another small blotch of cum on her left eyebrow. She closed her eyes for a moment as Charlie began to rant about the countless issues he was having to deal with to get his new production company off the ground, breathing deeply as she leaned into the cold marbled counter of the bathroom sink. The diamond necklace clinked lightly against the porcelain and her bare breasts pressed into the cool surface as she turned on the tap. The water ran over her hands, washing away the remnants of her illicit act as she listened to Charlie's voice in her ear. "I know," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing, "You're doing amazing, babe. You've got this." She listened to his sigh of relief on the other end of the line, a pang of guilt twisting in her stomach at the trust he placed in her. "I love you too," she whispered, finally managing to remove the last traces of Dominic from her fingers. "I should get some sleep," she suggested gently, glancing at herself in the mirror once more. "Yeah... I'll be careful," she promised, dabbing at her face with a plush towel. The soft fabric felt comforting against her skin. Her reflection in the mirror was slowly returning to normal; the smeared lipstick wiped clean, leaving only flushed lips in its wake.

"Alright, I'll see you soon then," she said as she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped securely around her, she turned to Dominic, now fully dressed and waiting for her with an unreadable expression. "I love you too," she whispered into the phone, her voice filled with a sad tenderness.

There was a moment of silence after she hung up, the only sound in the room being her shallow breaths and the soft hum of the air conditioning. Dominic broke the silence first: "No one can know about this," he stated, his tone firm but filled with regret. His blue eyes held a hint of sadness as they met hers. "Especially not your father."

For a moment, Lily was silent, her dark eyes wide as she processed his words. Then, slowly, she nodded, understanding dawning on her face. "I know," she whispered back.

"I should go," he said.

"Wait," she blurted out, her voice shaky. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Please... not yet."

“Why?" He asked softly, his voice wavering as she took another step towards him.

"Do you… think less of me now?" Lily asked, her voice breaking at the end. She closed the distance between them until she stood just a foot away.

Dominic’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally settled on an answer. "Lily, I could never think less of you. But..." he admitted quietly, avoiding her gaze as regret washed over his features. His eyes fell onto the diamond necklace laying perfectly between her breasts, barely covered by the flimsy excuse of a towel that exposed the soft, pink hue of her areolas, taunting him and drawing his gaze like a moth to a flame. “You shouldn't have provoked me like this.”

Lily stiffened under his gaze as he chastised her. A part of her had expected denial or attempts to sugarcoat the reality of what they had done. "You’re a married woman and… Well you’re Phil’s daughter for Christ’s sake. You shouldn’t have–We shouldn’t have." he replied, turning away slightly and shuffling uncomfortably as he tried to adjust his tie.

"I just felt like..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper as tears welled up in her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter what we felt, you just cheated on your husband! I told you what cheating did to my own marriage and you still… I mean you were talking to that poor man just now and now you’re still parading yourself half-naked for me! What is the matter with you? I know your father didn’t raise you like that.”

His rebuke cut through her like a knife, the sting of his words bringing forth fresh tears from her eyes. “Is that what you really think of me?” Lily whispered, her heart feeling heavy with dejected regret as she turned away from him.

Dominic sighed as he watched Lily turn her back to him, her shoulders slightly trembling, hunched with shame. "Lily," he began, his voice soft and gentle in contrast to his earlier harshness. He reached out, hesitated, then let his hand fall back to his side. She didn't respond, only clutched at the towel wrapped around her body, her knuckles turning white with tension.

"I’m sorry, Lily," He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air. "But this just wasn’t right."

As if propelled by an invisible force, Lily turned to face him again, her eyes filled with unshed tears, a stark contrast to the defiant tilt of her chin. She opened her mouth as if to speak but then closed it again, seemingly lost for words. Instead, she let go of the towel clutched in her grasp, allowing it to pool at her feet on the plush carpet as she proudly displayed her breasts in full defiance of his moralizing, twin masterpieces carved from moonlit marble, crowned by stiffening rose-pink nipples that puckered tighter under Dominic’s hungry stare.

Dominic’s throat clicked dryly as his gaze snagged on the diamond pendant resting just above her cleavage as she arched her back slightly, making Lily’s tits curv outward with impossible softness. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he drank in their shape – how they yet maintained taut resilience when she lifted her arms to tuck damp brunette strands behind her ears. The movement made them jiggle faintly, that hypnotic quiver drawing a choked groan from Dominic’s chest as his polished composure cracked.

“What are you doing?” Dominic's voice tightened with restrained desire.

“I know… this is wrong…” Lily said softly, thumb brushing a nipple that tightened further under her own touch. “But I’m not the little girl you knew anymore.” She took a deep breath before she slid her thumbs into the sides of her thong, soaked through with her juices, clinging to her swollen labia as she peeled it downward. Lily then straightened up defiantly, her porcelain skin bathed in the dim light, completely naked and vulnerable.

“Lily—”

“Lilybean,” she corrected him before sitting down on the edge of the bed, her back straight while her legs spread apart in a slow, deliberate movement. Dominic's words died in his throat as Lily began to slowly spread open her pussy for him. “I know you’re ashamed of me now,” she said softly, her neatly manicured finger dipping slightly into her slick, pink hole, “But I’m still your Lilybean.”

The dim light caught every tremble of her thighs as she spread herself wider—a deliberate offering—her pussy lips plump and flushed like split fruit begging to be devoured. She moaned softly, head tilting back as two fingers plunged deeper inside herself, coming back out with a loud slurp of her arousal.

Lily saw Dominic's cock twitch in his pants, and a slow smile spread across her lips as she watched him watch her in complete silence. With her fingers dancing with practiced skill over her pulsating sex, she began to touch herself for him, drawing circles around her throbbing clit while her other hand found its way to her left breast, gently kneading the tender flesh before giving her nipple a firm tweak. The sensation caused a faint gasp to escape her lips, her body involuntarily arching under the touch as she began to confess: “I love Charlie…so much,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady despite the trembling of her body. Her fingers danced over her hardened nipples, squeezing them lightly while her eyes stayed on Dominic's. “And I know you loved Aunt Rebbecca,” she continued as she inserted a finger deeper into herself, her body reacting instantly to the intrusion with an adorable whimper. “But sometimes… love just isn’t enough.”

Dominic watched, entranced, as Lily’s slender fingers pushed deeper into her wet cunt, twisting and curling in ways that elicited soft gasps from her, her hips jerking rhythmically with each thrust of her fingers. “Lilybean,” he swallowed, his voice a hoarse whisper, “We can’t…” His protest was weak, feeble. Lily could see that he wanted to look away, but he found himself rooted in place with his gaze firmly fixed on her. Suddenly, she stopped and withdrew her fingers. She held his gaze as she spread herself wide again, the pink folds of her pussy glistening with her arousal, a silent invitation.

Dominic hesitated for a moment, clearly still struggling with the guilt of what he was about to do, but Lily was past caring about such things. "Haven’t you waited long enough?," she purred, her voice heavy with need. “All these years?”

Without breaking eye contact, she leaned back onto the bed, propping herself up on her elbows as her legs spread wider for him. Unable to resist any longer, Dominic reached down, his hand unsteady as he reached for his belt buckle. The metallic clink echoed in the room, followed by the rustle of fabric as he unzipped his pants. The corner of Lily's mouth lifted in a satisfied smirk when his cock sprang free, hard and throbbing as he approached the bed with clumsy steps, like a man hypnotized. His hand found its way to her ankle, fingers trailing up the length of her leg, pausing briefly at the juncture of her thighs. Lily shuddered under the featherlight touch, a gasp escaping her lips as Dominic's fingers brushed against her wetness. With a growl of pure desire, he shifted closer, positioning himself between her spread legs. His cock brushed against her rippled abs as he got on top of her slender frame, and both of them gasped in unison when he ran his thick shaft along the moist folds of her pussy. “Lily,” he murmured, his voice low and strained, “we can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her eyes shining with unshed tears, her voice trembling as she arched her hips against him, her wet cunt brushing against the base of his cock. “I need this. Don’t make me go somewhere else… don’t make me find someone else to give me what I need.” Lily’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she pulled him closer.

The words were a dagger to his conscience, but they were also the key to his surrender. He couldn’t resist the desperation in her voice, the way her body arched beneath him, begging for his touch. With a growl, he reached between them, his fingers parting her folds as he aligned his cock with her entrance. One slow, torturous inch at a time, he slid into her, her tight cunt gripping him like a vice. Lily’s cry filled the room, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Dominic froze for a moment, buried deep, his chest pressed against hers as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Dom… Uncle Dom," she cried out in a hushed whisper, her fingers digging into the fabric beneath her as she took in the feel of him filling her completely. His girth spread her wide, pushing against the sensitive walls of her core. Dominic grunted at the tightness around him, his body shaking with the restraint he was putting on himself not to plunge deeper.

"I'm your sweet Lilybean… right?” she smiled up at him, her eyes filled with triumphant satisfaction before her gaze dropped back down to where his cock was slowly disappearing inside her. Gasping at the sight, Lily marveled as the large bulbous head stretched her open. "You're so big, Uncle Dom," she murmured, her voice low and breathless as she continued to watch him push deeper within her.

Dominic groaned in answer, his own eyes drinking in the sight of his thick shaft parting Lily’s delicate folds. He buried himself deeply in one long thrust, making Lily gasp and arch up against him. "That's right," Dominic murmured back, his voice thick with desire. "You’re my sweet Lilybean.” His eyes locked onto hers again as he started to move, pulling out nearly all the way before pushing back into her. Her eyes rolled back as he set a slow and deliberate rhythm that had Lily whimpering beneath him, making sure he hit every inch of her before pulling out and thrusting back in again.

"God, you're so wet," Dominic groaned between gritted teeth, his body surging forward with each powerful thrust. Lily clenched around him tightly, her back arching as a delicious shudder ran down her spine at his praise. "So tight," Dominic continued to groan, the veins of his forearms standing out in sharp relief as he gripped the soft sheets beneath them.

Lily's soft giggles only turned him on further, almost in synch with the back and forth swaying of the diamond necklace nested between her breasts. "You’re so deep… inside of me…” Lily moaned while meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own, grinding her hips up into his as a wave of unrelenting pleasure washed over her body.

“Uncle Dom," she started, her voice shaky from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. “I need you to know…” Lily’s lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as she met his gaze. “This is not the first time…”

Lily’s voice trembled as the words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of confession. Dominic’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts slowing as he met her gaze.

“This is not the first time,” she continued, her breath catching as he remained buried deep within her. The words spilled out like a plea, a mixture of fear and liberation. “I’ve done this before.”

Dominic’s jaw tightened, his grip on the sheets beneath them whitening. He could feel the tension in his body, a mix of surprise and a primal excitement. “Who?” he growled, the word rough against her ear. His hips pressed deeper, as if seeking more of her, more truth.

“The French… Ambassador… Marciel. I let him take me in his office… at the event.” Her voice cracked, a mixture of guilt and exhilaration swirling in her eyes.

Dominic’s body tensed, his thrusts slowing as the weight of her words settled over him. His eyes, once filled with a possessive intensity, now narrowed, a storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. He pulled back, his cock still buried deep within her, and stared at her with a mixture of disbelief and a primal, twisted excitement.

"He... came inside of me," Lily confessed, a carnal excitement creeping into her voice as she began to move beneath him once more, grinding herself against his hardness. “He took photos… sent them to— ahh! Charlie”

"What... what?" he stuttered in confusion as he stared down at Lily’s body writhing beneath his.

"He took pictures while fucking me...and sent them to Charlie. "He said I was a...a…" She hesitated for a moment before spitting out the word,"Whore." "And now I just...I can't stop," she moaned, a wreck of shame and lust. “I promised Charlie I would never do it again but I…I... I just can't help myself. I want it. I... crave it." Her admission came out in a whispered rush, the words tumbling from her lips as she confessed her darkest secret to him.

She could feel him stiffen inside of her at the revelation, a low growl escaping his lips. His grip on her tightened as he pulled himself out of her before plunging back in with renewed vigor. His rhythmic thrusts punctuated each of her words, the pleasure intensifying with every confession she made.

Dominic grunted, his mind reeling with the implications of what Lily had just disclosed. “How… how many…?”

"Only him... and now you," Lily managed to get out in between strained breaths, her body shuddering under Dominic's continued assault. "Just you two. But… there was also… Conway, the one you asked me about before, the one staring.” Her hands slid up his chest, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she continued. “At the party, he found me.”

Dominic’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts slowing as her words hung in the air. His eyes darkened, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths. “What did he do?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Lily’s lips parted, a shuddering breath escaping her. “He groped me,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “He grabbed my ass. He didn’t care who was watching.”

“And you liked it,” he stated, his voice rough with arousal.

Lily nodded, a flush rising to her cheeks. “Yes,” she confessed, her voice cracking.



“He said things… vile things. But…” She paused, her lips parting as she drew in a shaky breath. “I didn’t stop him. I could have, but I didn’t. I wanted the way he made me feel—dirty, used.”

Dominic’s jaw clenched, his mind racing with the implications of her words. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, before plunging back in with renewed vigor.

Lily moaned, her body arching beneath him as the pleasure intensified. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice laced with guilt and desire. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I love Charlie… so much!”

“So you’re a whore for powerful men, is that it?” he growled, his voice harsh as his thrusts got harder, rougher, more possessive.

Lily’s breath hitched, her body trembling beneath him as his words cut through her like a knife. She wanted to look away, to hide from the truth he spoke, but she couldn’t. His gaze held her captive, a mixture of anger and desire burning in his eyes. “Yes,” she whispered, the word barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “I’m a whore… for any man who wants me.”

Dominic’s breath hitched as he stared down at her, his knuckles white as he gripped the sheets on either side of her trembling body. The lust in his eyes was undeniable, but so was the guilt. Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “But you’re… my Lilybean,” he said, his hoarse voice filled with desperation. “How can you let anyone with a title and a suit fuck you?”

Lily’s body responded, her orgasm building with every stroke. She was a mess of contradictions—guilt and lust, shame and desire, all swirling together in a storm she couldn’t escape.

"I’m just… a cheating slut," Lily cried as her nails dug into his back, leaving trails of fiery red in their wake.

Dominic inhaled sharply, the air filling his lungs before he let it out in a heavy sigh. “Yes,” he finally admitted in a guttural growl that had Lily's heart pounding against her chest with renewed fervor. "You're my little fucking slut."

"And what else?" Lily urged, her small hand sliding up his sweat-slicked chest to rest against his pounding heart. Dominic groaned as he felt himself sink slightly into her tight heat, his lashes fluttering closed at the heavenly sensation. "And..." he started, struggling to finish his sentence as he fought his inner turmoil. “And a filthy, cheating whore."

“Yeessss,” Lily sighed approvingly as she started to push herself against him, her small hands tangling in Dominic’s silver-white hair as she pulled him even closer. "Tell me I'm a bad girl," Lily begged, her eyes flashing with fiery desire as she ground herself against him. "Tell me how much you love fucking your little slut."

"Whore..." Dominic growled against Lily's lips before pressing them together again. “You should be ashamed of yourself.” His hips began to slam into hers, causing the bed beneath them to shudder violently. "I love fucking you..." Dominic admitted shamelessly, his hands roaming over her body, reveling in the feel of her soft, porcelain skin as his fingers traced over the curve of her waist, around to cup her perky breasts and down to squeeze her plump ass. Lily cried out as he squeezed, her body arching up against his.

"Say it again," Lily gasped breathlessly, her fingers digging into Dominic's broad shoulders. "Call me a whore again."

"You're a whore. You’re my fucking whore!" Dominic bit out harshly, pleasure making his voice rough. His hands moved to Lily's hips, holding her in place as he snapped his pelvis upwards, hitting a spot deep within her that had her seeing stars.

Lily’s reaction was immediate and visceral—a raw scream ripped from her throat as an orgasm seared through her body. But Dominic didn’t relent. He kept driving into her with ruthless, rhythmic precision, prolonging her pleasure until she was sobbing beneath him—her body shaking from the aftershocks.

"Yes...yes..." Lily's voice hitched as Dominic continued his merciless assault, her senses overwhelmed by the addictive combination of pleasure and pain. "I'm your... your whore."

Grinning wickedly, Dominic leaned down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing any further words she had. “That's right, "You're a whore," he ground out, the words laced with both disgust and arousal. "A cheating slut... who gets off on being used," he breathed against her ear, his voice low and possessive.

Her response was a breathless plea as she writhed beneath him, lost in a world of sin and ecstasy. “Yes… yes...” Lily nodded frantically, her eyes wide and filled with lust as she met each of his thrusts with a wanton moan.

His grip on her hips tightened even further as he pounded into her with renewed vigor. Lily winced in a mix of pain and pleasure as Dominic’s hands dug into her flesh, hard enough to leave marks that would turn into dark bruises in the morning. She welcomed it all, even reveled in it. Every thrust, every slap of skin against skin, every heated whisper—she craved it all. Dominic's voice was ragged as he whispered in her ear, "And you’re gonna tell Charlie that I fucked you like the whore you are."

"Yes...yes," Lily murmured breathlessly as she nodded her head eagerly, a wicked smile on her face.

"Tell him how I made you scream my name, how you begged for more," Dominic husked out, his voice gravelly with pleasure. He drove into her relentlessly, each thrust causing the headboard to knock against the wall.

“Charlie...” Lily moaned out, her mind swirling with thoughts of her husband. She felt a rush of arousal at the idea of divulging every detail to him, of making him listen to how another man took her in ways he never had. "Yes... I'll tell him... everything..."

"Lily...bean" he gasped out, his blue eyes locked onto hers as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. "I'm going to..."

"Yes... do it," Lily moaned, her legs wrapping tighter around him as she pushed herself against him. "Fill me!"

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Dominic groaned loudly, his body stiffening as he pushed deep within her one final time. He let out a guttural groan as he came, his hot seed spilling inside her in hot spurts, his body convulsing with pleasure while his fingers tightened painfully on her hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks on her already bruised skin.

Lily’s breath hitched in ecstasy as she felt the warm gush inside her, shuddering at the illicit satisfaction it gave her until Dominic collapsed on top of her. Still lodged within her, Dominic's cock pulsed with aftershocks, each one sending a ripple of pleasure coursing through Lily's sensitive walls while both of them panted heavily.

After what felt like an eternity, Dominic finally rolled off her, pulling out with a wet sound that made Lily whimper. As his spent cock slowly slipped out of her, it left a warm trail of cum trickling down her thigh.

"Lilybean…" he whispered, his voice full of regret and desire. He lifted one trembling hand to brush a disheveled lock of hair from her face, his touch feather-light as she just lay there, stretched out beneath him with a sated smile playing on her lips. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice hoarse from exertion. "I never...I shouldn't have said those things."

Lily turned her head to meet his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. "Don't apologize," she murmured, reaching up to caress his cheek. "This is what I wanted...what I needed."

"But you're not..." He began, only to be silenced by Lily's fingers on his lips.

Lily slid out from beneath him and turned face up on the bed to rest on her elbow. "I want you to remember this moment," she said softly, reaching down with her free hand and spreading herself open again to reveal the sight of Dominic's cum slowly seeping out of her still-engorged pussy, glistening in the soft glow of the bedroom lamp. “Every time you look at me with my husband, with my Dad… I want you to see me like this,” she continued, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper as she dipped her fingers into the pool of cum gathering around her entrance. “I want you to remember how it felt to take me.”

Dominic watched in stunned silence as Lily continued to toy with their combined fluids, dipping and spreading, painting herself with it. Then, with a soft sigh, she finally withdrew her fingers and wiped them carefully on the sheets before pulling herself up to sit at the edge of the bed, wrapping the discarded towel around herself before standing up and stretching languidly with a content smile on her lips.

“Lilybean… what I said before… Charlie can’t know about this, or your father.”

Lily turned around and met Dominic's worried gaze with a steady one of her own. "I know," she said with a sigh, her voice firm but tinged with a hint of fatigue. "Believe me, I don't want to hurt them any more than this." Lily then turned to face him, her eyes betraying a sudden coldness as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Now, I need you to leave," she said firmly. "My mother's coming over in the morning, and she can’t see you leaving," she added softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"And please, don’t call me Lilybean anymore, that’s… over now."

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To Be Continued…