"If you could see how gorgeous you look like this,mon trésor." His hungry voice is accompanied by his hands playing with my tits again.
He takes a long minute to tease me until I'm out of breath, playing lightly with my nipples, followed by rough pinching. Myback arches, my hips bucking and begging for more stimulation as my breathing accelerates.
"Achilles," I call out with need.
"Here's how this is going to go," he says as his hands disappear.
I feel his body lift off the mattress, and he presses something on the toy.
"This toy has a lot of functions. I can simply turn it on." It starts vibrating inside me, tearing a gasp from my chest.
"Fuck," I moan at the vibrations against my G-spot and the external ones on my clit.
"Or"—it all stops—"I can control it on my phone." I hear him move, expecting the toy to start again, but it doesn’t.
From the clicking and zipping sound, he's clearly opening his violin case as he stays completely silent, leaving me in limbo, desperate for more pleasure.
"But my favorite thing is that it's responsive to sounds. You can put music on, and it'll vibrate to the bass."
More moving around, and then I feel his footsteps approaching. "Or…it could respond to someone playing the violin."
A note comes from his instrument, and the toy sparks up, barely enough for me to feel before it stops.
This is insane. This is…God,I love his twisted mind.
"Now," he purrs with satisfaction. "You don't want to share with me what's going on? How you feel about my work? That's okay, baby. Let's see how much this concerto truly affects you."
He plays another few notes, and I recognize the beginning as the vibrator comes to life.
But he pauses.
"How about we count how many orgasms it can get out of you?"
As he starts playing again, the toy follows the sound it's picking up.
Achilles Duval is playing for me while literally playing my body. This is what gets to me the most. The solo I inspired him to write is making a toy vibrate inside me, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
The piece is beautiful, but I already knew that from reading it. It's special because I'm special to him, but I already knew that too.
But when Achilles plays? With his dexterity, his innate talent, his years of experience…the piece soundsextraordinary. There's something about the rawness of his flair. This man is exceptional, and there's no one else like him.
And when the vibrator responds, moans spill out of my mouth in rhythm with his masterpiece. I quiver, gasping for air as the first orgasm hits me at the same time as the intensity vibrates from his instrument.
"Fuck!" I scream, trying to catch my breath.
But I don't get to do that, because the music doesn't stop, and neither does the toy.
"Achilles," I whimper. "Shit…shit…"
I practically fold into myself when the vibrations keep going, but he doesn't stop playing. Electricity courses through me, dangerously keeping me on edge until another orgasm takes me by surprise, tearing a desperate scream from my chest.
"Enough," I moan when the music continues. Combined with Achilles's tormenting notes, my mind is breaking into pieces from relentless pleasure.
He doesn't stop playing when he talks to me. "You're going to come again and again, baby. Until your body is boneless and your mind thoughtless. Until you break for me and open your soul to me."
I whimper as the notes intensify, and so does the pulsing in my body.
"Oh God," I choke out. "Fuck,please…" Another orgasm tears through my system, so powerful it's almost painful.
