Chapter Forty-Two: Bedroom Hymns:

She didn’t stop me. That kiss opened up new doors. She tasted so sweet. I took off my blazer. To be honest, I didn’t know where this could go. But I vowed that I would put it all in her control. I broke off the kiss. Madonna looked up at me and whimpered.

“Why did you stop?” she asked.

“Do you want me to go on?” I asked. Her cheeks turned bright pink.

“Yes!” she said. I about fell back for a moment. I hadn’t expected that. What did they put in these roses? I licked my lips.

“Okay then,” I said. “Just tell me when you want me to stop.” Madonna didn’t respond. I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. I sat up and took off my tie. My hands moved down to her dress. I looked into her eyes. Still, she didn’t say anything to stop me. I took it as a sign for me to keep going.

I grabbed onto her dress and slid it over her head. The white silk got tangled up in the red and white roses. She reached up and unbuttoned my shirt. I couldn’t tell if my kingdom had an effect on her or not. She had only been here for a few days. (It’s hard to keep track of time in my kingdom.)

“Are you feeling okay?” I asked. Madonna looked up at me with a hazy look in her eyes.

“Yes,” she said, panting. “Why do you ask?” I shook my head.

“No reason,” I said. I took off my shirt. When I looked down, I got a better look at what she was wearing. A corset? And lacy white panties? I cleared my throat. Madonna’s face turned bright red.

“Is something wrong?” she asked. I quickly shook my head.

“N-No,” I said. “I just was expecting…”

“What?” she asked.

“That’s some really nice lace you have there,” I said. “Were you expecting something today?” Madonna quickly shook her head.

“No!” she said. “Is that… bad?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t mind it at all.”

“Oh,” Madonna said. “That’s so good. I’m happy to hear that.” This had to be a dream. I pinched myself on the cheek. No. She’s still under me. I got another look at that corset and my mind was gone. Our clothes ended all over the roses. Her body seemed to melt into mine. I pounded into her as if on instinct. Her moans circled in my ears. We shouldn’t be doing this. Who am I kidding? She wanted this as much as I did. Who knew that angels could be so dirty? What’s going on up there in Heaven? How much of this was her and how much is my kingdom influencing her?

I looked into her eyes. Madonna’s lips were parted as if she wanted to speak. I leaned down for another kiss. She tasted so sweet that I had to come back for more. But strangely enough, my mind went back to Bayu. We made love in her garden at times. Sometimes, Bayu’s face would blend with Madonna’s face.

“I love you,” I let tumble out in between kisses. I didn’t know who I was saying that to. Was that meant for Madonna or Bayu? I couldn’t tell. It all became blended up by the time I reached my climax. She screamed as she came herself. I collapsed on top of her, panting. Her fingers became tangled up in my dark hair.

“I love you,” I said again, breathlessly. I looked up to see her blushing at me. I had no idea at the time, but those words were the ones that bound her to me for longer than I pictured. Those roses were the start of our bedroom hymns. To this day, our music hasn’t stopped.

It all started with two words that I have gotten used to by now.