The Prodigy Slave, Book Three: The Ultimate Grand Finale (Revised Edition 2020)

by Londyn Skye

  There was complete silence in the theater as Lily gracefully lifted her hands and struck the keys. Slowly, she began replaying the chorus from the first pianist she had invited on stage, then the second, and the third. Her fingers then picked up speed as she began blending all three choruses together. A brand-new song was being born, every reworked combination of notes quickly conjured up in the musical birthing chambers of Lily’s mind. The mystical melody then flowed seamlessly down through her fingertips, as if she had played it dozens of times before. The audience sat in awestruck silence as Lily’s new melody pleasantly graced their ears with a variation of speeds, soft lows, and intense highs. When her imagination decided the song was complete, Lily opened her eyes and smiled as she slowly repeated each original chorus again. She let the last note slowly fade away, the way her gifted mind had just geniusly commanded her to do. Her astonishing feat yielded an extraordinary commendation from the audience … including a powerful man sitting in a balcony seat who would soon become president.

  James, William, and the rest of Lily’s entourage thought that they had already seen the extent of Lily’s unique abilities. But, yet again, they found themselves flabbergasted by what she had just accomplished. They, too, erupted in applause as she stepped to the front of the stage and gracefully curtsied. “I hope to see you all at our masquerade ball at the Chicago Convention Centa’ lata’ tonight.” Lily said, blowing a kiss to the crowd and touching her heart before she exited the stage.

  Lily walked backstage to the sight of her entourage evenly lining both sides of the hallway. She lit up with a smile when everyone suddenly erupted in applause and whistles. “Aww, thank you,” she said, blowing kisses to everyone as she sauntered between them. She laughed at Austin, who was playfully bowing, as if a queen had just crossed his path. She then made her way into her dressing room to change for the masquerade ball. James entered just seconds behind her and locked the door. Lily looked up at him in the mirror and smiled as she took off her earrings. “You stalkin’ me?” she teased.

  “Mm-hmm,” James replied, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Ain’t even ashamed to admit it.” He turned Lily around and kissed her lightly on the lips. “It’s nights like this, I’m convinced you’re a goddess who descended straight from the heavens,” he joked. “There’s no way you’re truly of this world.”

  Lily laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m just plain ol’ Lily from Virginia.”

  “There’s definitely not a damn thing plain about you, Miss Lily from Virginia. And I’m in no ways disappointed by who you are … especially knowin’ that I’m the one lucky man on this earth who can call someone as extraordinary as you my woman.”

  Lily wrapped her arms around James’s neck. “And I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

  “Is that a promise?”

  She nodded. “I’m yours for a lifetime…” She moved his hands down to her buttocks. “Every inch ‘a me.” The way James gently squeezed her posterior cheeks sent a rush of heat to her core. She turned around and pressed her buttocks against his pelvis. “Be a gentleman and help me outta this dress,” she said, her words motivated by the hardened bulge she felt throbbing beneath his pants.

  James glided his hands up her sides and began unbuttoning her dress, placing light kisses along the nape of her neck as he slowly slid the right side down. Lily watched his every movement in the mirror, moaning lightly over the feel of his lips. James then moved on to her left shoulder, pulling the sleeve down, until the dress cascaded onto the floor.

  “Take off your pants,” Lily demanded.

  Far too eager to do as he was told, James could barely get his mind to remember how to loosen his belt. Lily smiled devilishly at the desperation on his face as he finally freed himself. Still watching his expression in the mirror, she lowered her lace undergarments, maneuvered her hips backward, and slowly slid his throbbing shaft into her aching abyss. She moaned over the sight of James’s mouth parting and his eyes rolling back into his head. She then placed her hands on the vanity and began smoothly gliding him in and out of her. She was slow, at first, intensifying her own pleasure by watching the glorious expression on James’s face. She then guided his hands onto her breasts. Still looking at him in the mirror, she conveyed her desires to him with her eyes. The growl that escaped James at that moment made her purr with delight as well. She closed her eyes and her head fell slightly back as James began to drive himself hard into her. He now was the one who watched her intensely in the mirror, feeling his ego swelling the closer Lily looked to her impending eruption.

  With a hallway full of people, Lily bit her bottom lip to keep the overpowering pleasure from singing out through her vocal cords. James took it as a challenge to hear those lovely sighs, though. A loud rhythmic clapping sound ensued as he drove himself deeper and faster into her tight folds. He, however, was the first to give in to the pleasure. His willpower to remain silent was no match for the feel of Lily’s insides. Her slick internal walls quickly began to launch him toward the skies of ecstasy. His infectious guttural groans caused Lily to reciprocate. The sound of James’s grunting intensified after hearing Lily’s beautiful moans pleasuring his eardrums. His grunts further deepened when she suddenly began thrusting her hips back on him, equally meeting his strokes with force. The deep pounding instantly pushed Lily to the brink. Her insides forcefully spasmed and flooded her body with intense pleasure, forcing James’s name through her vocal cords in an erotic moan.

  Landon happened to be walking past the dressing room and heard James helplessly cry out for God after exploding inside of Lily. Landon paused, raised a single eyebrow, and smiled enviously. “Damn lucky man,” he said to himself before he walked off in his usual relaxed strut.

  That’s exactly what James was thinking to himself after pulling Lily into his arms and gazing at the two of them in the mirror. “Encore, encore, encore,” he chanted softly in her ear while gently caressing her breasts and nibbling at her lobe.

  Lily laughed lightly and turned around to face James. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her forehead against his. “I’ll be more than happy to give you an epic encore performance afta’ the ball tonight.” She kissed him. “But only if you do every little thing I tell you to do.”

  “I’ll crawl into that ball on my hands and knees and bark like a damn dog if that’s what you command me to do.”

  Lily burst out laughing. “While I would surely be tickled by such a thing, I think I’ll give you a far less humiliatin’ task.”

  “Name it and it shall be done.”

  “Be my prince at the masquerade ball tonight.”

  “As you wish,” James replied, as he bowed and kissed her hand, already embracing his new role as prince.

  Lily laughed lightly. “Well then go on and get outta here and let a lady get dressed.”

  “Yes, m’lady,” he teased with another bow.

  James then put his clothes back on and went down the hall to clean up and get into his masquerade costume. An hour later, he stepped out of the carriage along with Landon and William and stood outside the Chicago Convention Center. They welcomed the hundreds of costume-clad patrons that began making their way inside. However, James suddenly stopped greeting people when Griff stole his attention; he knew Lily was inside the carriage he was guiding their way. Griff halted the horses just in front of the building’s entrance, climbed down, opened the carriage door, and took Lily by the hand. Before Lily could even exit, a welcoming grand applause erupted from the patrons who were still standing in line. The noise of the ovation faded away from James’s ears altogether, though. When he saw Lily step down from her chariot, the sight of her left him far too mesmerized to focus on anything other than her stunning beauty.

  Isabel had designed her a gown fit for a princess. She styled Lily’s hair into loose spirals and crowned her head with a sparkling tiara, further adding to her look of royalty. But to James, Lily far superseded that. “Truly a heavenly goddess,” he whis
pered, gazing at her in awe as he lifted her hand to his lips and graced her dainty white glove with a gentle kiss.

  “Thank you, my prince,” Lily replied. She flashed an alluring smile at James, who was indeed dressed very much like an English prince, complete with a sword and monarchy-style patches on his jacket.

  James then extended his elbow to the beautiful woman in his sights and guided her through the large crowd. Lily took her time walking, greeting as many people as she could before entering the building and waiting in the wings of the ballroom for Landon to make announcements.

  Landon had already made his way to the podium. From his position on high, he was taking a moment to scan the audience for a woman who had the potential to make him praise God, in much the same way as he had heard James earlier. He gazed in wide-eyed delight when he found a unique-looking, olive-toned woman with dark hair, and piercing multi-colored eyes. The curvaceous creole woman turned and caught Landon’s eyes on her. She flashed an alluring smile and then placed her feline mask in front of her face, inviting him to chase a naughty pussycat. Landon’s manhood instantly stirred to life, signaling that it was ready for the chase. A wicked smile emerged on his face as he discreetly nodded, accepting her challenge. Eager for the chase to begin, he wasted no further time beginning his brief announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention.” He reluctantly pulled his eyes away from his potential suitor to make sure he had everyone’s attention before he continued. “Thank you all for attending this evening. Please feel free to continue enjoying the fine wines, food, and festivities. But, more than anything, I know all of you are eager to meet the composer, creator, and star of The Dream Symphony. And so, without further ado, I give you … Miss Lily Adams,” he said, extending his arm toward the corridor where she had been waiting. As James and Lily emerged, Landon breezed right past them; he was far too hungry for his very first taste of creole cuisine to even glance in their direction.

  Like a true prince guiding a princess into a ball, James escorted Lily toward the dancefloor, entering to the grand sound of the applauding crowd. After making their way to the center of the room, James held one of Lily’s hands high, as she gracefully curtsied to the humbling commendation from the audience. James then turned to Lily, placed one hand behind his back, and the other across his heart, as he bowed toward her. He took her by the hand and kissed it, then rose and looked her in the eyes. “Before every man in here fights to get to you, may I have this first dance?” he whispered.

  “But of course,” Lily smiled.

  After the applause settled, the orchestra began to play, and James began waltzing Lily across the dancefloor. They were simply doing their typical short, choreographed dance, to present Lily to the audience in an artistic, tasteful way. But the way James and Lily gazed into each other’s eyes made the audience feel as though they were watching something far more authentic. The elegance of the entire scene served to make everyone completely blind to the contrast of their color. The loving way they were entranced by one another suddenly made the masquerade party seem more like the ball of a true prince and princess at their fairytale wedding reception.

  James very much had Lily feeling like a princess bride. She was completely lost in the moment with him, until the music finally faded. When the audience began to applaud, James took a step back and bowed toward Lily again while holding her hand. When the next song began, many other attendees found a dance partner and flooded the dancefloor with costume laden bodies. Before parting ways with James, Lily put her feathered masquerade mask up to her face and gazed at him through the eyeholes. “Don’t botha’ lookin’ for me when this ball is ova’…”

  James looked confused.

  Lily leaned in close to his ear. “Not unless you’re ready for that encore,” she whispered, grazing his earlobe with her lips. She pulled back and smiled devilishly at the hungry look on his face. Her wicked smile broadened after briefly glancing down at his crotch and seeing that her words already had him beyond prepared for another epic performance. After teasing him, Lily then galivanted off into the arms of another eagerly waiting gentlemen. As James watched Lily drift away, he blew out a breath to calm his body. He feared impaling his next dance partner with the steel Lily had just caused to rise between his thighs.

  Through her mask, Lily discreetly watched as James became further aroused by dancing so closely with a multitude of desirable women throughout the night. Lily was no fool. She knew it was every man’s ultimate desire to bed as many women as his body would allow throughout his lifetime. If given the opportunity, she knew that even the strongest of committed men would cave easily to their unrelenting carnal cravings for a woman’s flesh. She felt there was something mysterious about a man’s urge to spread his seed that seemed to temporarily inhibit his conscious. Lily had learned that it was extraordinarily rare to find a man who had built the strength to overcome such mental weakness on behalf of the woman he loved. Lily was confident that the man she stared at from behind her mask was indeed one of those priceless anomalies. Despite being teased by a variety of shapes, colors, sizes, looks, and scents, James Adams chose loyalty every time … for Lily’s sake. Lily’s appreciation for such fortune always moistened her eyes, as well as the abyss between her thighs. It had ignited her fetish for watching the moments when James was taunted by the flesh of a woman. She was turned on by witnessing his brutal bodily fight between the overpowering need to copulate and his desire for faithfulness. James’s hard-fought choice to remain faithful always suspended Lily’s body in a heightened state of arousal. Despite a variety of females enticing savage sinful desires, Lily was confident that all the women fawning over James were nothing more than three hours of foreplay, priming his body for action they would never experience. As she continued to follow James with her eyes, Lily’s devilish smile returned and her insides dripped with anticipation, knowing confidently that the erection between his thighs would only ever be slid between hers.

  James watched Lily too. His glances at her were far more overt, though. He gazed at her with an ever-present hunger in his eyes, his need to devour her intensifying the longer she playfully ignored him while in the arms of other men. Though playful as it was, James could not tamp feelings of real jealousy. Logic told him it was all a game, but his aching loins did not want to play. He knew the power of the appendage dangling between every man’s thighs. The very second it flooded with blood, he knew a man’s mind would simultaneously flood with erotic visions of fucking his prey. So, while entranced by the mind-altering spell of lust, there was nothing playful about the persistent naughty thoughts that Lily’s essence was igniting in the minds of the men she danced with. Every smile, every clever sentence whispered in Lily’s ear, every joke told, and every drink they handed her was motivated by their brick-hard appendage’s incessant begging to erupt inside her body. Seeing so many men flock to Lily with that goal had James’s jealousy at peak levels. But witnessing the phenomenon was also the ultimate reminder of the precious treasure she was to him, a treasure that he did not want men thinking about in such savage ways. The mere thought of the ways in which they might be envisioning fucking his woman had James’s jealousy teetering on the verge of blinding rage. It was only those rare moments when he briefly caught Lily glancing at him that immediately brought him back from the brink of madness. The sparkle in her eyes, the alluring smile she flashed, and the sudden blush of her cheeks all seemed to say: no matter what these men may want, I am faithfully yours … always. It was a collection of those simple moments that had built James into a one-in-a-million, mentally strong man, with cemented loyalty and faithfulness to the woman he loved.

  As intently as James had watched Lily throughout the evening, she had somehow managed to escape his sight by the time the festivities were coming to a close. He politely excused himself from the lady he was dancing with and walked over to speak to Landon. He was sitting at a table, genuinely enamored by the beauty and conversation of his creole catch. “Have you seen Lil
y?” James asked him.

  “I believe she’s already back at the hotel,” Landon answered, not taking his eyes off the woman he hoped to have in his own hotel room by the end of the night.

  James went and stood on the stage and quickly scanned the crowd. When he was unable to spot Lily, he went outside and saw that Griff and her carriage were indeed gone. Samuel then gave James a ride back to the hotel. He hopped out of the carriage before it even came to a complete stop, in front of the hotel entrance. He trotted up the steps, two at a time, toward Lily’s suite on the top floor. Heavily panting, he fumbled with his keys in his haste to open the door. He stepped inside and found Lily lying on her side in bed with a sheet draped over her body, holding her masquerade mask up to her face. James shut the door and tossed his keys on a table nearby, while gazing at Lily the entire time. The way the light from the fireplace illuminated her body made her look like a living work of art in his eyes.

  “Took you long enough. I’s startin’ to think I’d be performin’ an encore all alone,” Lily teased.

  “That may very well be the case … I’m afraid I’m gonna have to punish you for runnin’ off on me,” James teased in return as he unbuttoned his jacket.

  Lily pulled back the sheets. “You will do no such thing.”

  James hardened immediately after she unveiled her nude body. “You’re right, I won’t,” he quickly admitted, his eyes widening in awe. He made his way toward her like a magnet to metal, his eyes fixed on the landscape of her sensuous curves.

  Still having yet to blink, James sat down on the bed and began gliding his hand along Lily’s hip. Gently, he caressed the soft skin of the lady he deemed as a living portrait of womanly perfection. His lips then followed the course of his hands. He kissed her from the side of her neck, down to her waist, and then lightly bit the side of her buttocks. Lily purred with each bite, her core constricting and moistening her insides. She then rolled over onto her back, wanting him to moisten her in an even more erotic way. The very second she spread her legs, James began to drool. He tore out of his shirt and got on his knees in between her thighs. He raised up on all fours, crawled near her face, and hovered over her. He gazed at her for a moment before slowly lowering himself down to kiss her lips, pressing the bulge in his trousers between her thighs, to give her a preview of what was later to come. He then slowly kissed his way down her body, his mouth watering incessantly as he made his way toward his destination. He was drooling heavily by the time he slid his tongue into Lily’s heated abyss.