I tremble with the startling realization that, as much as I want it, I’m terrified I’m going to end up craving him and the darkness that swirls around him, like the thickening air before a storm.
The violin starts to pick up tempo as he stops in front of me. He reaches out to brush my hair back from the right side of my face, tightly gripping it behind my head.
“Open your mouth, Gemma.”
Immediately, my mouth falls open, and the wordssubmitandcomplyrun through my mind. My eyes are now level with his open pants. I watch with complete focus as he pushes them down from his hips, so his thick cock comes into view.
He strokes himself roughly over and over to the rhythm of the violin as it begins again. I realize he’s placed the music on repeat.
Swallowing deeply in anticipation, I follow each rough stroke of his fist and feel myself becoming increasingly wetter. This is exactly what I have been waiting to see ever since witnessing it just over a week ago. He gives me a smirk that is so knowing in its sensuality that I almost come from that alone.
“Do you want to suck my cock, Gemma?”
I close my eyes, listening to the violin and his voice, as he grips my hair tighter.
“Yes,” I reply.
“Yes?” He steps forward to place the head of his cock against my parted lips. I can taste the salty fluid of his desire coating the smooth, bulbous tip.
I flick my tongue out, tasting him, before I lean forward, intending to take him inside my mouth.
The hand in my hair tightens as he tells me, “Not yet. Wait for it. Close your eyes, Gemma.”
His voice somehow finds its way to my brain, and once again, I submit.
“Now, listen to her. Listen to the passion in each movement of her bow as she strokes it across the strings.”
I listen as each note and chord is played with more passion.
“Now, Gemma, put your lips around me and suck me as eagerly as she once did.”
Moisture floods my pussy at the thought ofhermouth wrapped around the flesh I’m about to suck. I open my mouth and gently slide him between my lips. His hand tightens in my hair as the music pulsates and pounds through my ears and he starts to fuck my mouth hard.
I brace myself on the bench, but he tugs my hair and the pain bites into me. I lose balance and shift forward a little, causing his cock to slide all the way to the back of my throat. He grunts and pulls out as I cough, but before I can say anything, my mouth is full again, and the piece has started over.
He’s slowed down and is sliding his shaft back and forth between my swollen lips. “You’re the complete opposite of her, but you’re so fucking stunning in your own way. Your lips…your lips are pink, though, where hers were red.”
I listen as he becomes a victim of his own seduction, and I watch as he closes his eyes on a groan, stilling. I wrap the lips he’s describing around him and take as much of him as I can.
He holds the sides of my head as he starts again, and this time, I’m ready when he pushes into my mouth like he’ll never have another chance.
Furiously, he tries to find release, but as I have seen once before, he can’t.
Pulling away from me, he curses loudly over the tragic music and tells me harshly, “Don’t move.”
My arms are trembling as they support me, and my legs feel as though they are about to collapse as the piano starts over, “Lux Aeterna” beginning once again.
He moves behind me and slides his hands around the waist of my pants, undoing the buttons and zipper. He tears them apart, pulling my pants along with my panties down my hips. My naked ass and achingly aroused pussy are now on display to him.
He grips my hips and, without so much as a warning, thrusts his cock hard inside of me, pounding into me from behind.
“This is the sweetest fucking torture.” He groans, sinking into my soaking core.
I shift my feet to get a sturdier stance and push myself back against him.
“That’s it, Gemma. Fuckme,” he demands, moving against me with one solid thrust after the other.
I feel a finger tracing the crack of my ass. He dips it to where his cock is furiously fucking me and swirls it around my arousal before bringing it back to trace my rim with his lubed fingertip.
