Slowly, I move my hands back to the keys, and begin to play. It’s a simple melody, but simple is all I can manage when Sebastian slowly starts to strip me where I sit.
First my sweater, then my slip. He tugs them up, over my head, and I barely break my playing long enough to lift my arms in turn and allow him to lift the fabric free.
The cool air brings goosebumps along my arms. Or maybe that’s just from Sebastian’s slow caress, trailing his fingertips over my now-bare skin, making my breath hitch, and my blood run hotter.
He unhooks my bra behind me and lets the silk fall free to my waist.
I shiver, struggling to focus on my playing. I’m bared to him now. Painfully aware of his hands, still skimming over my shoulders… My collarbone…
My bare breasts.
I gasp as his hands cup me from behind.
“Don’t stop.” Sebastian’s voice is a growl in my ear. An order.
And God, I love to obey his instructions.
I keep playing, my hands shaking as he slowly squeezes and fondles my breasts. His thumb and forefingers close around one stiff nipple, pinching almost painfully, but oh, the sensation spirals straight to my core. I’m gasping, thighs clenching, by the time his hand moves back up to grip my jaw.
He sinks his thumb between my lips, and I suck.
Fuck.
He groans, low and throaty, and the sound only makes me hotter. Wetter. I’m shaking now under his slow, deliberate touch, every nerve ending in my body alert and screaming for more. Desperate.
My hands fumble. My head is cloudy. “Seb…” I whisper, half-moaning as I try to turn to look at him. But Sebastian forces my head to stay facing forwards.
“No,” he growls. “I can’t look at you.” He hauls me up, bending me painfully over the piano keys, so I’m facedown with my cheek pressed to the scuffed wood. “I can’t watch you lie anymore.”
Sebastian’s breath comes faster; he’s panting as I hear the snap of his belt, and the sound of his pants being yanked down. “But your body can’t lie, can it?” he demands, running a possessive hand over my bare back. He unfastens my jeans, and tugs them down over my hips, landing a stinging slap on my bare ass. “This tight cunt always tells me the truth. Doesn’t it?”
I gasp for air, my head spinning. My body is aching, and I’m already spreading my legs wider, arching eagerly back towards him.
“Doesn’t it?” Sebastian demands again, with another sharp spank. His fingers rove between my legs, dipping into my wetness, rubbing possessively like my pussy belongs to him.
It does.
“Yes!” I cry, loving the feel of his palm against my bare skin. I wriggle my ass, already clenching for what I know is coming. “Yes, please Seb. Please…”
“That’s right, darling. Beg for daddy.”
I don’t even have a chance to brace myself before he slams his cock inside me, burying himself deep with one punishing stroke.
Fuck!
I let out a loud scream of shock and pleasure as he thrust deeper, relentless, fucking me all the way to the hilt.
“Goddamn, Avery,” he groans, sounding ragged. “Fuck.”
He grinds up, embedded deep inside me, fucking me up onto my tiptoes as I gasp for air. But there’s no escaping it, he’s got both my arms pinned behind my back to hold me in place, yanking my body back to take his cock even deeper, riding me like a wild beast.
God.
I sob, writhing in his arms. It’s too deep, too much, but Sebastian doesn’t pause for breath. He pulls back, and then slams into me again, over and over, taking his pleasure without reprieve in a merciless rhythm that leaves me screaming. It’s rough, and raw, and fuck, I can’t get enough. Already, the pleasure is spiraling tighter, deep inside me. Already, I’m thrusting back with every harsh stroke, wanting more.
Needing it to hurt. The way I deserve.
“Seb…” I sob, writhing and clawing in his arms as his cock pounds into me, thick and relentless. “Seb!”
“That’s right,” he groans, slamming into me again, sending my body jolting with the force of impact. “You can’t lie to me like this, not when you’re too busy screaming my fucking name!”
Oh God. It’s too good. Too sweet. Too much to take.
“Maybe I’ll keep you like this,” Sebastian’s voice is harsh and ragged, his body pinning me to the piano, owning me from the inside out. “Chain you to the bed with your legs spread for me, Little Sparrow. Keep you fucked and full all day long, so you can’t betray me anymore. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I sob, so close to the edge I can’t bear it. Can’t even pretend his words don’t fill me with a filthy fire. To be at his mercy…
I shudder at the idea, and Sebastian gives a cruel laugh, feeling the way my pussy clenches around him. “I wouldn’t even need the chains, would I?” he taunts, sliding a hand between my thighs to rub at my swollen clit as he slams into me again. “We both know, you’ll be a good girl and take it anywhere I like. This pussy… Your sweet mouth…” Sebastian leans down, so his voice is raw in my ear. “That tight, virgin ass.”
Fuck.
The shock and pleasure of his filthy promise is too much to take. My climax bursts through me like an avalanche, sending me spiraling with a scream. Sebastian slams into me again, once, twice, and then comes with a roar, shuddering as he unleashes his own climax deep inside me.
I’m still reeling, collapsed over the piano, when he releases me. I manage to lift my head, glancing back at him as he yanks his pants up again. Our eyes meet, and it’s like looking in a mirror. Every ounce of shame and self-loathing I feel is echoed in Sebastian’s gaze.
He hates himself for wanting me, too.
“This changes nothing, you know,” I say coolly, forcing myself to straighten. I make a show of stretching, displaying my naked body to him, still breathless with pleasure that I try to hide. “Just because we fuck, it doesn’t mean I forgive you for anything.”
Sebastian sneers at me. “I wasn’t asking for your forgiveness, Sparrow. And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m not the only one who’s sinned.”
“You’re really comparing our crimes?” I ask in disbelief, hating the guilt I feel over my own transgressions. “Because I’m not the one with blood on my hands.”
“No, you’re the one with my cum dripping out of you,” he says crudely, and I gasp in shock.
“Fuck you,” I scowl, grabbing at my clothes.
“I already did,” he shoots back, coldly zipping up his fly again. “And we both know it’s not the last time, either. Face it, Little Sparrow, we’re trapped here together with nothing to do but fight and fuck. And the sooner you admit you love it that way, the sooner I’ll give you what you’ve really been craving.”
“And what’s that?” I ask angrily, already striding for the stairs.
His eyes drift over me as I pass him. His lips curl in smug triumph.
“My praise.”
4
AVERY
As much as I hate to admit it, Sebastian is right. That night over the piano wasn’t the last time we have sex.