Chapter 12 – Dahlia #3
Then Valtu brings his hands down my sides and with slow deliberation he starts hiking up the hem of my dress. Higher and higher and higher until it’s around my waist. I’m wearing underwear, thankfully forest green and lacy, and I look over at the door to make sure it’s still closed.
“Submit,” he warns me, his voice rough now as he brings his lips to the edge of my jaw and I close my eyes again. “Let yourself be mine and give yourself over to me.”
I make a tiny noise of want, trying to agree, and his fingers slide underneath my panties, going down until they reach where I’m completely soaked.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my neck. “How drenched you are for me. Your smell is intoxicating.”
I’m about to freak out over that since he shouldn’t be able to smell me, but I’m swiftly reminded that he’s a vampire and he can smell everything, including the blood in my veins.
Damn. It didn’t take long for me to forget what he is and what I am. How quickly that was thrown away once he started to touch me like this.
“Keep playing,” he says, stroking my clit with his finger now, spreading me. “Keep playing while I play you.”
My breath is coming in short and shallow as I try to do as he says but the more his fingers rub and tease me, the harder it is to continue.
“Don’t make me stop,” he says and then thrusts a finger inside me.
“Oh god!” I cry out softly, my back arched, my hips rising, and my feet slide off the pedals.
“Be a good girl and keep going,” he murmurs roughly, inserting another finger, plunging them in deep and I’m squeezing around him, starting to buck as he fucks me with his hand, his thumb rubbing my clit in swift, wet circles.
I try to continue with my fingers but it’s so hard to concentrate when all I can think about are his. The song starts to fade, the notes skipping as I miss the keys.
“The sound of you is gorgeous,” he murmurs as he moves his fingers in and out of me, the wet noise lewd and audible even above the sound of the organ. “I bet you sound even better when you come.”
With a grunt he bites my earlobe and shoves his fingers in deeper, dragging over my G-spot and then I’m coming, my hands now gripping the keys so the organ cries out with an ungodly sound that matches the ragged cries of my own.
“Oh my god, oh god,” I eke out, my heart beating in my words. “ Valtu .”
He continues to fuck me with his fingers until I’ve come all over his hand and I’m jerking from the spasms, nearly falling off the bench.
Holy shit.
Did that just happen?
My head is swimming, my insides feeling lit up like a million fireworks have just tore through me, and I don’t know which way is up. Valtu holds me in place, his fingers still inside me as my pulsing slows and I feel myself coming back into my body again.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my head going back and resting against his shoulder. I stare up at the frescoed ceiling and I’m suddenly reminded of where I am. Oh Jesus, my professor just fingered me while giving me music lessons.
I roll my head to look at the door, thankfully still shut.
“You’re a very apt pupil,” he says to me, kissing the back of my head. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
He gets up behind me and I’m in a daze as he grabs me by the elbows and brings me up to my feet, grabbing me by the waist and spinning me around so that my ass is up on the organ, pushing down on all the keys.
The instrument cries out in a cacophony of notes that surround us, making my teeth rattle, and before I can figure out what’s happening, he spreads my legs and crouches down, burying his head under my dress and pulling off my underwear, discarding it on the floor.
The contact of his mouth on where I’m already sensitive and swollen sends a fiery jolt through my body and I gasp loudly, my hands automatically going into his hair, my fingers curling around his soft strands.
I feel him smile against my clit before hegives it a long, slow lick then trails his tongue down until it’s pushing up inside me. I moan, feeling like a live wire, crackling and burning, soon to burst into flames.
His hand slides up and down my thighs as he continues to lick and suck me and I shudder at the sensation of his wet, hot tongue gliding against my clit.
His tongue laps at me and my fingers make a tight fist in his hair and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.
I’m practically dripping into his mouth.
My eyes roll back into my head and I moan loudly, the organ crying out again as if competing with me as I shift on the keys. His hands slide under my ass, holding me against his mouth as he sucks and licks, the heat of his tongue hitting every inch of me.
I feel like I’m going to explode. I can’t take it anymore. So close, so fucking close.
I dig my hand into his hair, tugging hard as I rock my hips forward, grinding my pussy against his mouth, needing everything he’s offering me. Needing to come so badly that it hurts.
Suddenly his tongue is flicking up and down in fast, hard strokes and I feel myself falling over that edge I’ve been teetering on for several minutes.
It feels like a tidal wave crashing over me and I yelp out his name, my body shaking as I almost slide off the organ, his firm grip the only thing holding me in place.
“Stay there and hold on,” he commands, getting up and my mind is spinning as he starts to unzip his pants, the shape of his cock outlined in the shadows. Despite having just come twice, I’m practically drooling for it and—
KNOCK KNOCK.
Our eyes go wide and we look over to the door to see the handle jiggle.
Oh shit.
I quickly slide off the organ and straighten my dress while Valtu zips back up and turns to the door.
It opens and a professor I sort of recognize pokes his head in.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I heard the organ playing this god awful…” he trails off, frowning at us. “My apologies…is this a lesson?”
Valtu hops off the stage and lands on his feet with supernatural ease, movement that makes the professor’s frown deepen.
“You didn’t see us here,” he says quietly to the professor as he gets closer to him. “There’s no one here at all.”
The professor stares at Valtu for a moment and then looks around the room in confusion. “Hmmmphf,” he says, then shakes his head and closes the door behind him.
My eyes are wide. I can’t believe Valtu just compelled that man, and right in front of me. Talk about Jedi mind tricks.
“What was that?” I ask, wondering if he realizes he just did two very vampiric things in front of me, or if his erection has taken all the blood from his head and he can’t think clearly.
“Don’t worry, he didn’t see anything,” Valtu says, his eyes glinting. “Though we should probably go.”
I nod and quickly shove my shoes and boots back on, grabbing my bag and jacket, hurrying off the stage toward him.
But where we are going, that remains to be seen.