Chapter 20 – Valtu #2
With that thought, I drop down to my knees and start shoving up her dress, my hands splayed against her thighs.
I dip my head under the fabric and shove my face up into her, the scent intoxicating, her wetness already gathering on her inner thighs.
She’s not wearing underwear, which means she must have been thinking ahead.
“Val,” she groans. “Please.”
I don’t need to be told twice, my tongue sliding up and down her slick curve, then teasing at her entrance. I put my hand on her hip and hold her in place, my other hand going to her ass.
I start to eat her out in earnest, my tongue lashing against her clit.
She whimpers and groans, her body tensing as I push my tongue hard, forcing it deep inside her, her stance widening to give me more purchase.
I moan, loving the way she tastes, how wet she is for me.
I let my tongue stretch down so I can lick against her asshole, my saliva dripping down and making her wetter.
I want to taste every inch of her, the messier the better.
“Oh god,” she cries out.
I flip the dress over my head and stare up at her so I can watch her as she unravels before me, slipping a finger inside her. She clenches around me, her body wound up tight. I start to finger her fast and hard, and her back arches against the door.
She is so fucking beautiful like this.
“You’re being such a good girl,” I murmur. “I might have to reward you later.” She groans at that and my mouth goes back to her cunt, my tongue lapping at her while my fingers pump in and out of her.
I can hear her gasping, her legs shaking, her body ready to go. I press my face hard against her, the need to taste her when she comes strong in me. I reach up and pinch her nipples and she comes, her body spasming against me, her cries of release loud.
“Oh god,” she cries out.
I stand up and pull her to me, my mouth going to hers and kissing her hard, making sure she can taste herself while I fuck her with my hand, my fingers sliding in and out of her, slippery with her wetness.
She whimpers and moans against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she comes, her body writhing against the door and if I wasn’t there to hold her up, she’d be falling to her knees.
“Jesus, Val,” she says through a ragged gasp.
I just grin and turn her around, placing my hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her down on the professor’s desk, shoving up her dress so her ass is exposed. I unzip my black pants and take my cock out, throbbing in my grip, painfully stiff.
I take in a shaking breath, trying to control myself, but then I spot the cello bow beside the row of cellos along the wall.
Suddenly I’m hit with a memory, the same one I’ve had before, with Lucy and me. I picked up a violin bow and…
I find myself doing the same now, picking up the cello bow.
“I know I said you’ll get a reward,” I say, coming back to her ass. With one hand I rub my cock against her sopping wet cunt, barely pressing in, with the other I brandish the cello bow. “But I was thinking you might deserve some punishment instead.”
She glances at me over her shoulder, her red hair tangled and all over her face. Her green eyes wide. “What?”
“Trust me,” I tell her, feeling déjà vu. “You’ll like it.”
I raise the bow and bring it down against her ass, spanking her with it.
“Fucking naughty little slut, aren’t you?” I grunt.
She cries out and squirms. The way the bow made a light thwack against her skin, I wasn’t expecting it to hurt, but it must because she hisses out her breath.
I bring it down again, a little harder this time and she seizes up, her legs shaking against the desk.
“More?” I ask. She just nods.
“You need to ask me properly,” I coax.
“More, my lord.”
I bring it down harder, completely sure this time that she’ll like the pain. This time she lets out a deep moan that I feel in my toes. I bring it down over and over again, relentlessly, watching her body squirm and tense up in pain, her back arching and shoulders hunching in.
“Oh god!” she cries out.
“That’s more like it,” I murmur. “I’ll be your lord and your god.”
I bring the bow down harder, loving the way her pussy gets wetter. I rub my cock against her again for a moment, teasing her, and she groans, breathless.
Then I take the bow and press the end of the bow against her clit, so that the delicate horsehair strings are rubbing back and forth against her. She stiffens at the new feeling, then starts lowering herself onto it, and I take that moment to push my cock inside her.
Fuck, she’s so wet I might drown right here.
“You like that?” I ask her, gently teasing her clit with the cello bow as I slowly pull my dick out of her, inch by agonizing inch.
“Yes,” she hisses.
“Call me your lord,” I remind her, quickly shoving back inside her, until I’m buried deep inside her, my balls pressed against her thighs.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Would you like to come?”
“Yes, my lord,” she says through a ragged gasp as I start moving the cello bow faster against her clit, playing her skillfully.
“Beg for it,” I demand.
She cries out and squirms, her cunt clenching even tighter around me.
“Please, my lord, I beg of you, let me come, I need to.”
I start to fuck her hard and fast, really ramming into her. I want to come so bad but she needs to come first.
“I need to come, please, my lord…” she gasps, and I feel myself start to lose control.
Oh shit.
I slam into her one last time, hard, and she’s crying out.
I pull the cello bow away, tossing it to the floor, and grab onto her hips and thrust into her hard, knowing I’m going to come, but I won’t stop pounding her until I’m completely spent.
My orgasm is deep, blinding, and intense as it rips through me, my cock twitching and throbbing inside her, the warmth spreading through my body, making my head spin as she milks me dry.
I keep my hand on her hip as I come down, watching her tight body as she finishes, her body moving against my hand, her beautiful hair all over her face as she throws her head back and cries out, coming against my cock.
I lean back, my body shaking, my eyes clenched shut as I ride out the last waves of my orgasm.
I pull out of her, breathing hard, and watch as my cum spills out of her. Fuck, she’s going to get it all over her dress. That’s the last thing we need, people to notice cum stains when we’re on stage.
I quickly dip my head down, running my tongue up her thighs and along her cunt, filling my mouth with it, the taste of our cum mixed together like the most decadent cocktail.
“Oh!” she cries out softly and in surprise as I swallow it all up, making sure she’s been licked clean.
Then I lean over and grab her chin and turn her head to me. Her eyes are hazy and her mouth is open slightly, like she’s just waking up.
I gently kiss her and slip my hand under her chin and kiss her again, slow and deep. I pull back and her eyes are still on mine. “My lord,” she manages to say, giving me the laziest smile.
“My pupil,” I say to her, zipping up my pants. “You have a recital in a few minutes, don’t you forget.”
Her eyes go wide. “You dick!” she exclaims, quickly getting off the desk and trying to fix her dress. “I’m going to be late.”
I eye the clock on the wall. “We have two minutes.”
She growls in frustration and pulls at the ends of her hair. “My hair!”
“Your hair is gorgeous. You’re gorgeous. And you’re going to do an amazing job tonight,” I tell her.
She doesn’t look like she believes me, worry on her brow.
“Come on, let’s get you going.”
I unlock the door and stick my head out to make sure the coast is clear, then we exit and hurry along until we’re at the stairs. It’s quiet down below and I think everyone is already in the concert hall. We’re lucky that she’s not up first but even so, we have to be there.
“You go first,” I tell her. “Go to your seat with the others. I’ll come in a bit.”
She nods and turns to go but I quickly reach out and grab her, bringing her back to me so I can give her a searing kiss. “Good luck, my dove,” I whisper to her.
“Thank you,” she whispers back, then hurries along, holding the ends of her dress in her hands as she goes down the stairs, her wild hair billowing after her like a romantic heroine.
I wait a couple of minutes, making sure I look okay and my hair is fine, before I go down. The concert hall is packed, standing room only at the back, but everyone is still talking amongst each other in low murmurs and no one has noticed I’m late to come in.
Except for Van Helsing, who raises a glass of prosecco at me and goes back to the conversation he’s having with another man.
I quickly go to my place alongside the other professors and wait. From where I’m sitting, I can only see the back of Dahlia’s head and I can’t imagine how nervous she must be.
The headmaster of the school starts it off by going on stage and giving a few introductions, and then the recital begins. For the next thirty minutes music fills the hall, almost all of it flawless, and then it’s Dahlia’s turn.
She goes up on the stage, looking so fucking stunning in that dress and I’m hit with how lucky I am to have her as mine.
She takes her spot at the organ, slipping on her organ shoes while a violinist and celloist go behind her for their section of the piece.
I don’t think I’ll ever look at a cello bow the same way again and I almost laugh when I realize we left the bow on the floor of the professor’s office.
He’s going to be most confused when he picks it up.
Dahlia starts to play. She flows into the music and the music flows into her. It makes my heart soar higher and higher, swept away by the moment, by the emotion, until I come to a stunning realization.
I might love her.
And she’s mine.
But not yours forever , I can’t help but think, and all the joy in my heart is seized by a cold, strangling fist.
No.
Not mine forever.