Page 81 of Conquered
“Ladies, this is Lilly. She's staying for fall break,” I tell them, a mischievous grin on my lips. “She’s our new…” before I can finish my sentence, Lilly jumps in.
“Roomie!” she quickly says. “I share a dorm with the guys at Highgate.” She gives me a ‘behave’type of look. I, of course, smile innocently back, pretending I have no idea what she’s talking about.
“Yes, our new…‘roomie’,” I say, emphasizing the word. “Lilly, this is the Misses Heather and Julie Thorn.”
Lilly smiles at them, her eyes full of warmth, and for a split second, I feel jealous of my little sisters. I want all that warmth directed at me.
“I have a present for you girls, if you'd like it?” she asks them, walking round to the trunk and waiting for me to pop it open.
I look at her with surprise. I didn't know she'd gotten them anything. The girls glance at me, and I smile encouragingly, so they quickly follow behind as I walk over.
I open the trunk to see the two deep green dress bags that she’d placed in there earlier, lying on top. Interesting...
“Loki, can you take those inside for me, please?” Lilly requests a twinkle in her hazel eyes as she looks at me.
“Of course, m’lady,” I say, bowing and making the girls giggle. I hear Lilly's sexy chuckle in there too, so I call that a win all around.
Grabbing the dress bags, we head inside, turning left into the sitting room.Still boring as hell, I see.It's decorated in shades of beige, or shit coffee as I like to call it. Beige walls, beige curtains, beige leather couches, even beige fucking rugs.
I glance over at Lilly, who looks fucking breathtaking in a short golden yellow dress, fishnet pantyhose, and these sparkly green heeled shoes with a cute little bow on the front. She needs to keep those on later, the thought of them digging into my ass, as I pound into her makes my dick twitch in my jeans.Down boy!
I lay the bags over the back of the couch, the girls coming to stand beside me, clutching either arm, and looking at them like they’re desperate to see what’s inside, but are also a little worried about it.
“Go on, ladies. Don't be shy,” I say with a smile, leading them forward a little. They hesitate for another moment, then both step forward and unzip the plastic zipper of each bag at the same time.
I'm nearly deafened by the squeals that erupt from their mouths, wincing, as frothy yellow silk fabric bursts from the opening.
What the…?I think as they tear off the rest of the bag, pulling out matching yellow princess dresses, that look a lot like the one from Disney'sBeauty and the Beast.She must have remembered what I’d said in the library on her first day, about them being obsessed with the movie. My heart skips a beat at the awesomeness of this girl.
They both turn and look at me, then Lilly, with shining eyes.
“You like them, then?” Lilly asks, laughing as they launch themselves at her, wrapping their spindly arms around her.
“Ohmygoshtheyaresobeautiful!” Heather squeals out all in one breath.
“I love it!!” Julie shouts, dancing on the spot and clutching the dress in front of her.
“What do we say, ladies?” I prompt, feeling a grin almost splitting my face.
“Thank you, Lilly,” they say in unison.
“You are most welcome,” Lilly beams back.
“Loki. Can we go and play princesses? Please?” Heather asks. Being older, at seven and a quarter, she's braver than Julie, who’s only just five.
“Of course,” I begin, but they dart off before I can finish. “But where's…” I trail off as I hear heeled footsteps approaching.
LILLY
Loki's voice trails off as a tall, very attractive woman walks into the room. She's dressed in low black heels, sheer tights, a blackpencil skirt, and a white blouse with a pink silk scarf tied round her neck, sixties style. Her hair is in a chic chignon, and her makeup is tasteful and subtle. She looks to be in her late thirties, maybe early forties.
I glance over to Loki and see that although he has a smile on his face, he's gone absolutely still, like a mouse when a hawk flies overhead. His visceral reaction confuses me and I can feel my forehead crease.
“Loki!” she exclaims, smiling with what looks awfully like attraction, and lust, on her face. She even licks her lower lip.Gross!
His answering grimace is tight, almost pained. It's a look I've never seen on him before. He's usually so easygoing, but he seems tense now, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“Clarissa,” he responds, his voice lacking its usual warmth.
