The Prodigy Slave, Book Two: The Old World: (Revised Edition 2020)

by Londyn Skye

  James’s mind then drifted to Lily. His body was stuck complying with the conniving, blackmailing bitch that was currently draped over his bed, but he wanted his mind and spirit to be with the woman he loved. With Lily is where his thoughts suddenly remained. Even though Lily was only present in the recesses of his mind, James needed her to get through the most torturous task he had ever been forced to contend with. As always, Lily began to help him through it. James closed his eyes and his memory suddenly took him back to an unforgettable carriage ride with Lily back in November of 1859. He was instantly erect when he thought back to the seductive look in Lily’s eyes as she sat across from him on the way to a post-show gala. As he continued reliving that moment, James sheathed himself and reluctantly slid his erection into the body of a woman that he never in a million years imagined he would be inside of. He easily tuned out Mary Jo’s over the top moaning and ignored the disgusting feeling of being temporarily trapped inside of her by keeping his mind on Lily, and recalling the way her eyes had lingered over him with want inside of that carriage just two months before …

  On that night, Lily had just played the last theater in Pennsylvania. The celebration in the back halls of the theater had ended and the entire orchestra had dispersed into a convoy of awaiting carriages. It had quickly become a tradition to have post show galas after completing a stint in a city. With Landon and William planning the gatherings, they never spared any expense, turning every celebration into a lavish event. After their Dream Symphony high, it seemed every audience member from the theater flocked to the extravagant gatherings with hopes of meeting Lily. The result was an overflow of people that was always more than any one venue could handle. It left patrons merrily celebrating on roadways while eagerly waiting for their chance to join the indoor festivities.

  After leaving the theater, Lily’s security bandit, Samuel, chauffeured her and James to the gala venue where patrons were already lining the streets. While on the way, Lily was inside the carriage starting a pre-party celebration of her own. The silk dress she was wearing matched the hue of the red wine James had just poured for her. After James handed Lily the drink, she crossed her legs and began swirling the wine around in her glass. From the time he popped the top on the fine wine until the time he poured her drink, Lily never took her eyes off James. He returned her gaze, enjoying the way her beautiful multicolored eyes were following him. He poured his own drink, sat the bottle down, and touched his glass to Lily’s before they both let the flavor of aged grapes dance across their tongues. Still, Lily refused to remove her eyes from James. After the wine warmed and relaxed her, Lily sat her empty glass aside and leaned back against her seat in a suggestive pose. Her eyes suddenly homed in on the fullness of James’s blood-red lips. After finishing his drink, they were moist and a shade darker than usual. It made Lily even more eager to feel them against her skin. “Kiss me,” she demanded while continuing to stare seductively at him.

  Immediately, James followed Lily’s commands. Never removing his eyes from her, he made his move toward her and got down on a knee when he was close. He glided one hand along her thigh and the other softly along her cheek, then leaned in to fulfill her wish. Lily watched him intensely as he closed in on her. When his face was within an inch of hers, she put a finger to his lips and halted him. “Not here.” She moistened her finger with her mouth, uncrossed her legs, and slowly glided it into the heated opening between her thighs. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth parted slightly as she let out a breathy sigh. She removed her finger from the depth of her abyss and slid it into James’s mouth. “Down there,” she clarified.

  It was twenty degrees outside, but Lily’s wanton actions turned up the heat in the horse drawn capsule. James immediately broke out in a sweat and his mouth began watering as Lily’s finger approached his lips. He moaned as she glided the taste of her insides across his tongue. He gave a devilish smile after suckling the decadent appetizer from her fingertips. He then quickly rid himself of his dress coat, slid Lily’s panties down, dove beneath her dress, and began kissing his way up her inner thighs. Submerged in the dark, he grazed happily along her soft heated pathway, seeking to indulge on the sweet flavor that lay where her sensuous legs converged. After making his way up to her heavenly entrance, James greedily plunged his tongue deep inside and moaned again when the taste of her began delighting his pallet. The strong, rhythmic dance of his lips and tongue electrified Lily’s pleasure senses. She spread her legs further apart, let her head fall back against the seat, and reflexively grabbed a handful of James’s hair. The intense pulsations swiftly rippled from her core, shot across her abdomen, and erupted loudly through her vocal cords. Even if Lily wanted to, she could not stop the sudden passionate cries that she emitted after the pleasurable sensation hit her with such extreme force.

  Lily’s security bandit, Samuel, heard the sounds echoing inside and felt his own body start to warm in the blistering cold weather. He nervously looked around as if someone could see what had just stirred to life in his trousers. He was guiding the last of the horses in the convoy and intentionally slowed their pace so that his ears could continue enjoying yet another grand auditory experience for as long as possible. Lily was none the wiser to the sudden slow trot of the horses, or to the fact that Samuel was listening; she was far too distracted by a set of lips that seemed determined to deplete her of every ounce of fluid coursing through her body.

  While James continued happily siphoning from Lily’s jewel, he slid two fingers inside of her. After so many weeks of learning her body, he knew exactly how and where to tickle her to invoke the sort of racy panting that let him know she was on the edge. He loved to tease and keep her teetering, while waiting for her verbal or bodily commands for him to give her less or more, or to take her all the way. Some of her commands were subtle, some were overt; either way, James was uncontrollably turned on by her domineering nature and willing to fulfill every one of her demands.

  Lily did not keep James waiting for a command long this time, though. She suddenly heard the celebrating crowd lingering in the streets outside of the gala venue. “Finish me,” she demanded with an unapologetic arrogance in her tone that never failed to make James want to fuck her like an untamed beast. As a reward for his oral prowess, there had indeed been times that Lily had quickly turned around and demanded James do just that. After James had sucked Lily into an orgasmic eruption this time, though, she leaned back comfortably in her seat just as the carriage came to a halt.

  James slid out from underneath her dress with his lips swollen and moistened after his exotic meal. He was panting and sweaty, wishing this could be one of those moments when Lily turned over and silently demanded him to fuck her like he had lost control, along with his mind. But there was a crowd waiting for the star of The Dream Symphony, which left James’s aching manhood to do the same. After having released the pent-up pressures in her body, Lily calmly slid her panties back on and fixed her dress and hair, all while staring at James. She made her way toward the door when Samuel opened it and then glanced back over her shoulder at James, who was still helplessly on his knees, throbbing to be inside of her. She gave him a naughty, yet alluring, smile as her security bandit took her hand and helped her step out into the sea of people waiting outside. She turned to look at Samuel after he helped her down. He swallowed hard, straightened his collar, and Lily smiled at him too, hoping that he enjoyed the ride as much as she had. The red-faced, toothless smile he gave her in return confirmed that he most certainly had.

  But Lily would not forget about the fact that she had left James literally aching for her. She went inside and thoroughly enjoyed the festivities with him heavily on her mind. She ate, drank, and danced with a multitude of delighted gentlemen throughout the evening while flashbacks played nonstop of the way James had just indulged on her. The aftershocks of those intense sensations ricocheting through her body, kept her in a constant state of arousal.

  James had eventually cleaned up and collected himsel
f enough to emerge from the carriage later too. He entered the venue and followed suit with Lily. He put smiles on the faces of older women by twirling them gently about the dance floor, all the while constantly gazing at the only woman in the room he truly wanted to wrap his arms around. Lily, however, intentionally kept her distance, only acknowledging James with her exotic eyes and a sensual smile from time to time. She was playfully teasing him, forbidding him to touch her until she was ready. James was loving the playfulness of it all, but his body was simultaneously hating every moment it was forced to wait for its much-needed relief.

  As with every post-show celebration, this one had gone on well past the intended end time. James had spent three hours agonizingly waiting for his evasive woman to give him the attention he had been craving. When the night ended, however, he could not find Lily in the crowd. Samuel walked over after noticing him desperately trying to find her amongst the mass of bodies exiting the venue. “No worries, my friend. I know where Lily is. Go on back to the carriage. I’ll escort ’er there in a few minutes,” he assured James.

  “Thanks Samuel,” James replied. He left the venue, stepped out into the cold, opened the carriage door, and found Lily already there … naked. His mesmerized eyes widened, and his manhood instantly hardened at the sight of her.

  Samuel walked up and stared at James, who was standing there with his mouth agape and his salivary glands working overtime. “The hell you waitin’ on?” Samuel questioned. “Ya’ gonna freeze ’er to death or fuck ’er, ya’ jackass?” he joked. “I damn sure know which one I’d choose,” he murmured as he climbed up and took the reins.

  With blood having quickly drained from his brain to flood his southern region, James lacked the mental capacity to reply. He simply smiled devilishly at Lily for using Samuel to summon him in her playful game. She smiled devilishly in return. He then quickly climbed into the carriage to be closer to the body he had deemed as a Nubian work of art. He locked the door, secured the curtains from prying eyes, and turned around to find himself trapped in Lily’s seductive gaze. “Well … you gonna answa’ his question or not?” She raised an eyebrow. “Let me freeze … or fuck me?” she challenged, her tone dripping with lust. “What’s it gonna be?”

  James removed his dress coat with rapid fervor. Feeling as though he could not get undressed quickly enough, he yanked and tore every button off the shirt underneath to rid himself of it faster. The speed and desperation of his movements sent a surge of heated moisture to the heavenly entrance between Lily’s thighs. Wanting him just as badly, Lily swiftly rolled over onto the bench with her knees on the floor and revealed the opening to her pleasure passageway. Eager to feel her slick folds pulsating around him, James quickly dropped his pants. Too impatient to get them off all the way, he dropped to his knees while they were still around his ankles and grabbed a hold of Lily’s waist. In one swift motion, he finally plunged deep inside the woman he had yearned for all night. The urgency of his actions caused an erotic gasp to tear through Lily’s vocal cords. The pleasure of finally being massaged by her constricted internal walls, forced a savage growl to escape from the pit of James’s stomach too. Hearing Lily’s continuous beautiful sighs further added to James’s unrelenting desire to alleviate the agony her deprivation had elicited. Desperate to explode inside of her, he began thrusting hard into Lily’s scorching abyss, his moans deepening as the erogenous sensations intensified and invaded every fiber of his being.

  The rhythmic sound of moaning and bare skin clapping could be heard by Samuel again. He wiped his mouth when he realized that he was literally drooling over their passionate encounter. He intentionally fell behind in the convoy again. This time, though, Samuel unbuttoned his pants, unleashed himself, and took advantage of the erotic visuals erupting in his mind. Even the cold air was not powerful enough to prevent him from slowly enjoying himself while on the way to the hotel. During his joyous stimulation, he proclaimed himself as James and Lily’s permanent stagecoach driver.

  While Samuel took care of himself, James was doing the same but with the luxury of being massaged within the warmth of his Nubian work of art. He had his hands grappled to Lily’s posterior cheeks, loving the sight of the way they gyrated after he slammed himself inside of her. As built up as the pressure was inside of him, he could have easily released just seconds after stroking within her. But with Lily, James had never once been able to give in to such selfishness. To ease the desire to quickly overflow inside of her, he suddenly stopped his rapid-fire pace, ran his hands gently up Lily’s back, and pulled her against his chest. He bathed her neck in moist kisses, nipped his way up to her ear, and playfully slid his tongue inside. As Lily let out a hint of passionate laughter, James slid his hand slowly down her stomach, reached between her thighs, and began massaging her hidden jewel, quickly turning her laughter into impassioned moans. Lily reacted wildly to the intense pleasure, suddenly bending over again, and throwing herself back hard against James, swallowing the entire length of him. James was now no longer in control. He held back the urge to erupt just long enough for Lily to reach the pinnacle before him. Feeling the strong pulsations of her insides tightening around him, blended with the beautiful sound of her climactic arrival, immediately triggered James to howl with utter delight as he exploded into the deepest recesses of Lily’s body … But that was not who James had just let go inside of.

  … After returning from the wonderful world of his memory, James opened his eyes, quickly stepped backward, and looked at Mary Jo like he had just come in contact with the plague. The grin on her face made him want to vomit and so did the fact that he had failed at his goal to not reach climax while inside of her. He was so lost in the past with Lily that he honestly had no idea if Mary Jo had reached the pinnacle or not. He did not care either. He snatched his sheepskin condom off and tried to wrangle his manhood out of sight before Mary Jo could gaze at it any longer. She had turned around and was leaning back on the bed staring at him. The satisfied look on her face answered whether she had completed the climb along with him.

  “Get out,” James murmured as Mary Jo continued to gaze at him with awe. He kept his head lowered after fastening his pants. Still feeling the aftershock of what he had just done, he could not stand the idea of looking up at her.

  Fortunately, Mary Jo did not argue with him. She smiled and began slowly putting her clothes on while enjoying the somber look on his face as he leaned against his dresser avoiding eye contact with her. When she finished dressing, she walked over to James and tried to kiss him.

  James clutched the bottom of her jaw with his hand before she reached his lips. “I said get – the fuck – out.”

  Mary Jo snickered. “You’re even sexier when you’re angry.”

  “You whispa’ a word about anything you found in this room or anything that just happened here, and you’ll regret it.”

  Mary Jo was not fazed by his words at all. She felt an adrenaline rush over the fact that somebody actually had the intestinal fortitude to threaten her. But after his words sank in, the happy smirk on her face transitioned into the look of a possessed demon. “If you don’t play by my rules, you’re the one whose gonna regret it … right along with that filthy, wannabe educated nigga’,” she sneered, her eyes and tone confirming how serious she was.

  Her words immediately softened James’s features. Again, the mention of Lily instantly brought him into submission.

  Mary Jo leaned forward and tried to kiss him again, but he quickly swiveled his head to the right. “You already got what you wanted, now get the fuck out.”

  “Now, now,” Mary Jo began after her fake sweet disposition returned. “We don’t want your fatha’ to know you’re fuckin’ that nigga’, now do we?” she asked, patting him on the nose and speaking to him like he was a little boy.

  James just continued to purse his lips, refusing to speak or look at her.

  “That’s what I thought.” Mary Jo finally pecked him on his tightened lips and then took strides toward
the door but paused before she opened it. “Oh, and don’t botha’ tryna destroy the rest ‘a those letta’s.” She tapped her purse with a smile on her face. “I already have what I need. I’d be a fool to walk outta here without a way to keep you on my leash.” She then departed from the room with James and Lily’s most damning letters, as well as the drawing of them dancing together.

  James, in turn, walked over to his bed and sat down after he felt his knees become weak. He stared out the window for a while in a catatonic state and then dropped his face down into his hands, feeling just as filthy and worthless as someone who had just been raped.

  Chapter Twelve

  We ain’t neva’ gonna be nothin’ but yo’ dirty little secret, was a sentence that had not stopped echoing in James’s mind since he had heard it. He wanted to scrape it out of his brain along with the disgusting visual of Mary Jo draped naked across his bed. In the early morning hours after his unwanted encounter with her, those were the two things that had him wide awake, sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out of his bedroom window at the stars. After feeling paralyzed there for hours, he finally found the strength to get up, retrieve a piece of paper and pencil, light his oil lamp, and sit down at his desk. With a heart full of humiliation, shame, and guilt he wrote yet another letter to Lily:

  Lily,

  I can’t stop thinking about what you said by the barn tonight. It’s weighing heavily on me. I beg your forgiveness about the fact that I can never tell my family about our relationship or our baby. But my refusal to tell them is not because I don’t love you, and certainly not because you mean nothing to me. I love you and our baby more than I have the words to express. Ironically, that’s also the reason that I refuse to admit to anyone how I feel. You know my family especially would never accept the way that I feel about you, and I’m sincerely afraid of the things I would do to my father or brothers if ever they did anything to harm either of you. So please don’t mistake my refusal to share my feelings for you as a sign that I’m ashamed of loving you, or that I find some pride in keeping my love for you a secret. If anything, my silence shows the lengths I will go through to always ensure that you and our child are safe. God willing, such silence will not be necessary in the near future. I get down on my knees and pray nightly that there will come a day when I can share my love for you both openly.