Chapter 16 Mikail
MIKAIL
Notes chase each other in a beautiful, nostalgic sequence. Bowing her head, she plays with both hands, switching between the black and white keys in a rapid rhythm that leaves me in awe.
My woman is beyond talented and ambitious, entirely focused on her playing. I am a bastard for torturing her like this. I am torturing myself just as much, burning to ravish her. She squirms in my lap every time my hand moves, not knowing what will happen next.
My cock hardens to stone. All my blood rushes to my groin, making it difficult to keep this game up. Once she surrenders, it will make the fall so much sweeter, and I can do whatever the fuck I please to her.
I cup her breast, and she moans.
Eyes shut, she doesn’t need her vision to keep playing. The music is part of our foreplay. How many times would I sit here, playing out of tune, imagining her with me. And now that she is, the reality is so much more potent than any fantasy I could have conjured.
“How are you holding up, baby girl?” I ask, sounding hoarse.
“I almost forgot you’re here,” she teases, eliciting a chuckle out of me.
She does that so effortlessly, so naturally.
I lower the zipper so maddeningly slow, a stuttered breath rolls out of her lips. The top drops to her waist, exposing her gorgeous tits—round and perky. Her cherry nipples pucker and swell, eager for my attention.
As my palms cover her breasts, she throws her head back against my shoulder, letting herself fall into my arms while playing another sonata—this one more seductive, edging on a darker allure.
Tugging and twisting her nipples, she moans, clenching her thighs.
“Should I make you come?” I ask, my hands touching every soft inch of skin I uncover.
“Yes, please. Make me come,” she says breathlessly.
I click my tongue, tsking. “That would be too easy.”
She lets out unintelligible sounds, her frustration ringing loud, and my hand moves lower. Pushing her thong aside, I rub my thumb over her slit, finding her wet. I want her to crave my cock more than her playing. I want to drive her so mad with desire that she submits only to me.
It’s in the air, thickening with her heavy breathing, in her fingers dancing over the keys. She’s ready to break apart for me, my precious girl. Her fall is imminent, but I will be there to catch her.
Her floral scent, suffused with rich vanilla notes, engulfs my senses—sensual and sweet just like her. My thoughts are anything but, just like my desires.
Rubbing the heel of my palm over her pussy, I switch between tugging, rolling, and twisting her nipples.
Between teasing her clit and playing with her nipples, I kick her senses into overdrive.
She’s a whimpering, shaking mess. Almost there.
I can sense her surrender. Thank fuck, because I am on the brink of losing my control.
I drive two thick digits inside of her, and her fingers press down on the keyboard, fucking up. She jolts, the jarring sound making her realize what she did.
She whips her head to me, eyes huge and glassy.
I smirk. “Oh, baby girl, you played so well.”
I push her up and pull the lid closed. Backing her into the piano, her palms land on the surface, her head dropping as if she lacks the energy to keep it up.
Dahlia is a natural submissive, and the beast inside of me rattles to possess her, mark her from the inside out.
He’ll get his chance. Tonight, she’ll be thoroughly claimed.
Her dress falls, and she remains in just her red lace thong and those fuck me heels.
I take a step back, enjoying the sight of pure perfection—feminine grace and sensual curves.
I pluck my phone out, wanting to capture this erotic moment.
She’s too dazed to even realize I snatched a pic. I want an entire collection. A collage of her to decorate my bedroom walls.
Fisting my hand in her long hair, I tug her head back while the other grips her ass cheek, showing off the dominance that will ensue.
Her glazed over eyes find mine. Her pupils are blown up as if she is drugged—on me. What a potent aphrodisiac.
I slam my mouth onto hers, my tongue devouring her mouth revealing my desperate need.
The sweetest agony fuses with inflaming desire. Not coming is an act of sheer will. Keeping my lust in check gets more impossible with each second. My cock aches, hardening to the point of pain. I will die if I don’t get inside her.
When I pull back, she looks even more dazed, barely holding herself upright.
“Stretch out your arms, palms on the piano and arch your back,” I demand, breathing harshly.
I sit down, settling myself between her thighs. The exquisite view makes me even harder—a pole of steel ready to pierce heaven.
Her pussy lips glisten, enticing me to taste her.
Saliva gathers in my mouth, and I need to sate my insatiable thirst. I swipe my thumb over her slit to collect her wetness and bring it to my lips, groaning around the digit.
She’s sweet, tasting like my undoing. My slice of paradise while I simmer in hell.
As I eat her out, she shifts on her toes, her breathing becoming more labored.
My cock is so hard, I might break her. My entire body strains with a ferocious lust that threatens to make me snap.
“Don’t come. Don’t fucking come until I tell you to,” I grit out.
“But… I,” she breathes out. Blinking at me, a plea etches in her eyes.
It does things to me as she tries to hold on to the impossible. My brave girl. My perfect woman. Carnal. Sensual. Mesmerizing.
“Hold it. Trust me,” I groan, barely controlling my need to sheath myself in her hot core and relieve the pressure threatening to blow me up.
“You’re killing me. I’m going to die and it’s because of you,” she whines, her skin coated with a sheen of sweat.
I smile against her pussy, lapping at her pink lips to sweeten the deal, but I only make it worse for her. One tremor follows the other, making her body dance for me.
Standing up, I bend over her, my slacks rubbing against her sensitive skin, prompting her to hiss.
Wrapping my hand around her neck, I brush my lips against her shoulder blade softly, in contrast to the three fingers pistoning her pussy.
Again and fucking again until she’s a trembling, crying mess.
The most divine squelching sounds hit my ears, pumping me up.
Tears stream down her flushed face, and I lick her cheeks clean. Seeing her cry for me almost makes me come on the fucking spot.
Her voice is barely a murmur, begging me. “Please, please, Mika.”
I can’t hold it anymore either, so I whisper in her ear, “Come.”
She shatters, exploding on a long cry as I hold her.
Her violent orgasm causes her to thrash in my arms. Gripping the edges of the piano with all her might, her chest heaves, her breath cascading out of her mouth in rapid inhale and exhale.
It takes long minutes to come down from her high as I soothe her.
I kiss her temple, stroking down her back. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
She blinks at me, needing a few attempts to regain focus.
I pepper her teary face with kisses and take her lips in a deep kiss. Her fingers latch onto my lapels, holding on to me with all her might as if I would ever let her go.
I smile against her mouth. “I’m not done with you. Will never be done with you, malishka.”
Gently placing her down, I say, “Undress me.”
Her delicate fingers unbutton one after the other, and she slips my shirt off. It drops to the floor like her inhibitions and my control.
“On your knees,” I demand.
She rushes to slide to her knees, her palms resting on my thighs. It does things to me that she waits for my instructions. I stroke along the side of her face to show how pleased I am with her.
“Now, unzip me.”
With trembling fingers, she frees me, pulling my pants and boxer briefs down in one go. I kick them away with my feet as she stares open-eyed at my cock. The purple head and steel length jut out, appearing like an impaling device.
My cock leaks pre-cum as if whimpering for her—so fucking eager to finally get inside her.
I knew it wouldn’t take her long before she would take the initiative. Curious to see what she will do first, I let her.
She wraps her lips around the head, looking at me with doe eyes that gleam with mischief.
Fisting my hand in her hair, I pull her back. “Such a greedy girl. Did I give you permission?”
Licking her lip, she shakes her head, and I move to the armchair. Sitting down, I spread my thighs.
I beckon her with two fingers. “Crawl to me.”
On her hands and knees, she comes to me, never breaking eye contact. In this moment, it’s abundantly clear that I might be the one in command, but she controls me.
“It fits,” she says as she lifts to her knees in front of me. “You on your throne, a king waiting for complete obedience… while all I want is to please you.”
“No one has pleased me more, pleasured me more. Only you,” I admit, overcome by the need to reassure her, so there’s no doubt in her mind.
There has been only Dahlia for me—the only one who owns my heart. My soul and body are loyal soldiers, serving their queen. I might be the King of the Underworld, but I am nothing more than a servant when it comes to her.
Tilting her head, she raises a brow, the grimace playful but also seductive. “How long will you let me drool before I can suck your cock?”
I swear my cock jerks. This woman with the face of an angel, the body of a goddess, and the filthy mind of a slut.
I am both fucked and screwed.
Groaning, I lean back, my fingers digging into each side of the armchair. “Beg then.”
She looks me straight in the eye and says, “Please let me suck your cock. I want your cum.”
Fuck me. It’s a wonder I don’t come right here and now like a fumbling teenager.
“Do it,” I grit out, my control shaking to its foundation.
She smiles unabashedly, knowing she’s winning. My control is a sham.
Being done with her teasing the fuck out of me, I curl my hand in her hair. In one go, I push her down my cock until her lips kiss my pubic bone.