Secluded Affair

Chapter 8

You push open the door and make your way into his music room; you take a few steps in and admire the view. Jon sits on the piano stool, leaning on the piano while looking extremely hot. 

"You don't have to knock; you can just come in, babe," he said, looking up through his hair which had fallen in front of his eyes. So you just nod back at him and walk closer over to him. "Come sit," he says, patting the stool with a big smile.

You walk over and gingerly sit on the edge. You know your acting weird, but you can't help it. You feel like your feelings are written all over your face. Jon turns towards you, looking warily at you.

"Babe, what's up? You have been acting funny all day. Have I done something wrong?"

"No, you haven't done anything wrong I'm just feeling weird; I don't know how to describe it," you say, hoping he would believe it. The look on Jon's face is making you feel so bad. 

"I would love to hear you play the piano if that's ok," you say, a small smile playing on your lips, hoping it would distract Jon from what's going on with you. He nods a yes and flicks through some papers on the piano. You take a seat on the sofa across the room from the piano; Jon starts playing, following the sheet of music that is in front of him; it's a slow sensual song. You're sitting listening to him playing on the piano, watching him being lost in the moment, his eyes closed, the way his fingers dance across the keys, the serene aura surrounding him. 

You begin to fantasise about him taking you over the piano. You let out a small moan; you open your eyes and notice he's stopped playing and Is now staring at you.

"What you thinking about over there?"

"hmm, nothing" your face goes bright red, trying to hide behind the cushion.

"Oh, really," he says, getting up from the stool and stalking towards you, determination and lust written all over his face.

He rips the cushion from your hands, he pins both of your hands above your head, sitting on top of you.

"If it's nothing, why is your face bright red? It must have been good for you to moan? Tell me, or I will tickle it out of you."

"Ok, just please, no tickling. Oh god, this is so embarrassing, but I imagined you taking me over the piano." trying to hide your face again.

"Well, baby, maybe we can make that little fantasy come true," He stands you up and walks your over to the piano.

"Tell me your fantasy, baby."

"I only got as far as me laying up on the piano, while you were playing a song, then you looked up, twirled my body round and pulled my legs towards you, and then you opened my legs, your tongue touched my lips, and then I moaned, and now we are here," you say.

"I want to explore more of your fantasy with you, and I also have a little fantasy of my own; I would like to have you call me sir when you did it the other night when I had you tied up, and you called me sir it made me excited and gave me thrill.

"Yes, Sir," you say, looking up at him lustfully.

He stands up and offers you a hand to get up; he looks you up and down once you're up.

"First, I want you to strip," his voice dark and dominating.

You take the hem off your top and slowly pull it over your head while staring into his eyes. Next is your bottoms. You pull them down, turning to bend over in front of him. As you come back up, you arch your back and pull out your hair, flicking it over your shoulder, giving him a little show.