“I’ll play you while you play the piano.”
“How long have you had it?” I rush to add, needing to know before he makes me forget my mind.
“I’ll answer this one question. So be a good girl and focus.”
I nod, thinking he set me up for failure. He’s after something. The question is what. He wouldn’t need much to gain my submission. I’ll gladly surrender for a few orgasms.
His eyes burn with potent feelings. “Since I imagined you playing for me and just for me.”
He might as well thrust his hand in my chest and rip my heart out and wear it around his neck as a charm.
Caressing his jawline, I trace my thumb along his sharp features that soften under my touch. “You were always there. Will always be there. I’m irreversibly bound to you…The impossibility, the dream, the pain…I need to express that or go mad.”
His eyes bore into me with a determination that leaves me breathless. “I’d rather join you in madness than lose you.”
I nod through a gulp. My confirmation appeases him enough for that playful gleam to return.
Here we go.
“What are the stakes?” I ask, wetting my lips as he wields his magic, trapping me in a sensual trance.
“So eager,” he chuckles. Even that gesture oozes sensuality. “That might change.”
He snakes his arm around my waist and plants me on his lap.
I tilt my head to look at him, waiting for instructions.
“So, she can be a good girl,” he says, brushing his nose against my neck and kissing the curve of my shoulder.
He would win gold if seduction were a sport.
“The rules are simple. You play without missing a note while I make you come.”
In theory, I should have no problem. I can’t even remember the last time I missed a note. But I never had to play while he plays my body.
I glance from the piano to him. “What if I fail?”
He smirks. “Punishment and delayed gratification.”
Something tells me that was his plan all along.
“What if I win?” I breathe out, the sexual tension infusing the air—so heavy and potent I almost choke on it.
He nibbles on my earlobe, sending a current through me. “Then you’ll decide how tonight goes.”
No, he loves to be the one in control. That domineering side he has locked down for so long pummels at the walls, ready to be unleashed.
I asked him to give it all, and ready or not, he will deliver.
That doesn’t mean I won’t do my best to win. Keeping him on his toes is my area of expertise.
“Baby, I think we’ll make love tonight.” I grin just to mess with him. Regardless of what he says, I always get my wish.
He smirks. “Baby girl, you’re getting fucked so hard tonight, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow. But I plan to keep you in bed, anyway.”
All I get is that he wants me to stay. There is nothing more I’d like to do. To love the man and tame the beast. I will take him for exactly who he is—the whole package and not play favorites.
I am not afraid of him, but terrified of this passion that might end up ravaging our very foundation.
