Quicker and quicker, the piece reaching for its apex…
David turned his body to her, his knowing smirk reducing her to a bag of nerves, all stimulated, all desperate for release.
Please, Maestro, she thought, struggling to not close her eyes and ride the onslaught of pleasure. Please, please, please. Her begging mantra followed the swish of his baton.
This was it, the peak of the solo. Her bow was flying, her hand moving up and down the baseboard, her mouth open as she panted. She was so close.
That is when she learned he had a final trick up his sleeve: the vibrator had two speeds. As she hit the crescendo, David switched to the higher speed. Choking back her moan, her body exploded in time with the music. The muscles of her legs tightened and squeezed her cello to her, tight as a lover. Her climax crested, consuming her and she couldn’t help it--she closed her eyes on the final note.
Immediately she jerked them open, her orgasm ebbing. David looked deliciously malevolent, his posture relaxed but his face promising punishment for the infraction.
Avery shivered in anticipation and stood to make her curtsey.
About the Author
Penelope L'Amoreaux grew up in North Carolina but never fully mastered the accent. She skipped a lot of high school and went to more colleges than Sarah Palin. It took a long time to figure out something she loved doing enough to stick with it. A love of erotica combined with a love of storytelling has given her focus and the desire to tell as many naughty stories as she can. When she isn't writing, she helps build airplanes and rocket ships, attempts to do yoga, and drinks a lot of red wine.
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