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I move faster.
Curling her hair around my hand I perk her head and her butt up, and hear her, very vocal, moan out loud. I’m pretty sure it’s loud enough for other rooms to hear, but I don’t care.
We pick up a good pace in that pose, and I feel no longer like a servant, but the king of the castle, complete with a princess about to become my queen.
Lily moans like crazy, signaling she is close again. Grunting, I feel the pressure inside me become unbearable with her sounds and can’t take it anymore and shudder inside her.
She catches her breath, and, in this moment, I feel like she’s mine. That is until the roles are reversed, and I’m back again to being her humble servant, tending to all her whims and wishes.
“Can I take off these boots now?” Lily giggles, while rolling around and lying straight over the bed.
“Let me help…” I say, reaching for one of the zippers.
“I had no idea you had a thing for shoes,” she says, looking amused.
“High boots, specifically,” I say, delighted to seeing the reveal of her legs under the fabric.
“Mental note taken,” Lily says, stretching her arms and back.
As I take off the other boot, she grows silent, staring at the canopy with one arm above her head and the other over her breasts. I dispose of the boots on the floor and go lie down with her, embracing her body like the precious little treasure she is.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, taking one of her hands into mine.
“Nothing, eh… I mean…” she shakes her head, wincing, “I’m still trying to understand what’s going on in Ben’s mind.”
Now I’m the one shaking my head, “There’s nothing for us to understand, Lily. He’s sick. And needs help.”
“But what if no one’s there to help him?” She says, the purest compassion in her eyes.
In an attempt to answer, I kiss her hand and say, “Again, that’s not up to you. Maybe he has family who can help him.”
She sighs a tearful sigh. Unable to keep on seeing her like this, I hold her tight and suggest, “How about we get you some non-alcoholic champagne and go relax in the bathtub, huh?”
Lily perks up immediately. “There’s a bathtub?”
Chapter Seventeen
LILY
We’reinAtlanta,thirdcity of the tour, a week away from home. Sweets and I are in the press conference hall, for a brief interview, then a night of pictures with the fans.
“What if no one wants to take pictures with me?” I ask as Sweets drags me to the area designated for the pictures.
“Oh, shut the hell up!” Sweets says playfully. “I won’t be mad if you steal my thunder!”
As we stand in front of the photographer, Brody follows our steps very closely. His watchful eyes, ever hidden under the sunshades, stay locked on me, as he tucks his hands behind his back and stands still against the wall.
Behind the velvet rope, there are more photographers and reporters trying to get the next scoop, and the fans who didn’t luck out on the raffle for the right to take a picture with us.
I mean, with Sweets. She’s the focus there, I’m here tagging along just because the press can’t stop talking about me.
The line to my left grows uneasy when another security guard walks to stay beside them, and the people scream and shout in one voice.
After the first ones come, I begin to calm down. First, they take a photo with Sweets, then one with Sweets and I; only if they want to do they take a picture solely with me, and I grin like a fool because several people want to.
They come and go, and Sweets and I get into a little choreography in no time, knocking the pictures out quickly. A staffer comes at the hour mark, requesting our attention as politely as her raspy voice could provide, “The line is dwindling faster than we expected. Do you girls mind if we pick a few fans from the crowd to come take pictures?”
“How long will it take?” Sweets asks.
