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“Keep playing,” I command her, fisting myself harder.
“I… What? While you’re doing that? That’s way too distracting!”
“Then close your eyes,” I grunt. “Then maybe you won’t be so affected by me and the sight of my cock.”
She blushes so hard that I see it through the makeup this time.
“I’m not affected by you!” she exclaims.
I could tell her all the ways I know that isn’t true, starting with how she fucking came on my leg at the gala tonight. But instead, I just spread my thighs wider, stroke myself faster, and tell her, “Prove it.”
She swallows so hard the muscles in her throat visibly contract, and fuck, does that make me feel like I’m already close.
“Keep playing,” I order. I run my thumb over my agonized tip and add darkly, “Every time you stop before I tell you to, I’ll dock your pay by ten thousand dollars.”
That gets her attention real quick. Jaw tight, she scrunches up her face and starts to play again.
“Good little Songbird,” I groan. The music roars through my blood just like desire. Velvety sensation expands in my groin, wrapping around the base of my spine and tightening in my balls. The feeling rises, binds me tighter, when I see Deirdre’s nipples hardening right before my very eyes.
She may hate me, but a part of her likes this. Likes being embarrassed, likes being shoved into these situations. Even now, I can see how she’s squeezing her thighs together beneath her dress.
I lean forward and suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
The music stops, and she cries out. I release my cock, raise my hand out to the side, then bring it firmly down against her ass. She jerks forward with the force of the motion, gasping. I rub the place I spanked her, tonguing her hot little bud of a nipple through the damp silk before I pull back slightly and meet her wild gaze.
“Now you’re at ninety-thousand,” I inform her sternly. “Keep playing.”
She looks like she wants to drive her bow right through my eye. I drag the silk of the dress to the side, freeing her breast, and tease her nub with my tongue before I tell her that she’s about to lose another ten thousand.
Panting, she returns her bow to the strings.
And I return my hand to my cock.
Chapter 22
Deirdre
I saw my way through the melody, barely even aware of what song I’m playing now. I’m completely relying on muscle memory to keep me going as Elio sucks my bare nipple into his mouth, teasing the screaming tip with his tongue. I can’t think about what I’m doing. Can’t think about any of this. I just have to get through it without falling apart.
Or stopping playing.
My ass cheek stings, sparking tingles emanating outward from where Elio’s hand came down on me with a thwack. Those sharp, prickly tingles keep fucking spreading, all the way down, down towards my pussy, lighting up my clit. There had been more shock than pain when his hand had connected with my ass, and now any pain there was is morphing into poisonous pleasure, pulsing and burning and making me wonder what it would feel like if he did it again.
But I won’t find out. Because I will not stop playing. Not now. Not when he’s challenged me the way he has. I have to keep going, keep playing by his rules. Keep earning money to chip more and more away at the chains of debt that bind me.
So, I let my arms go, let them do what they know how to do, guiding me through the rhythm of the song when the rest of my body is tumbling headlong towards another disastrous orgasm.
I never knew my nipples were this sensitive. Elio’s lips and tongue are firm and wet. Demanding and greedy. Soon, he isn’t satisfied with just one breast, and he urges silk away from the other, until both are bared to him. He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, biting it gently, then harder, until I yelp. But I grit my teeth and I don’t fucking stop. My notes may be getting clumsy, but I keep going. My bow is my sword and I will fight until the bitter end.
The music is loud in my ears, but even so I can hear the ragged drag of Elio’s breath through his nose. The filthy wet sounds his mouth makes against my nipple. The relentless pumping of his cock. A cock that is harder than any human flesh ought to be. I could tell just by looking at it, without even touching, how engorged and unyielding his shaft is. He sucks me harder, and I’m sure that he’s testing me. Trying to make me falter. To prove that I can’t do this. That I’m not as immune to him as I claimed.
But I keep playing. I keep doing what I know how to do – making music. I keep going until I almost think I might win this time. His mouth is hot, hateful, delicious sin but maybe I can beat him. Maybe I can make it. Just keep going, get to the end of the song, and –
Without warning, his mouth detaches from my nipple, leaving my skin feeling cold and tender. I don’t open my eyes, not letting myself get distracted even for a moment.
But because of that, I have absolutely no warning when his tongue returns to me. Not on my breast.
But on my clit.
