"The Virtuoso"

A passion ignited (Explicit content warning)

"I don't know what Mr. Kaplan was thinking, but this dress is a far cry from blending in the background," Eleanor said, laughing. Raymond was speechless as she came out and stood in front of the floor length mirror by the bed. The dress was form fitting, unlike anything he had seen her in. The sleeves were long, but the dress was backless. Her long hair covered most of it. She was pulling at the end of her dress, which fell just below her knees. "Eleanor" Raymond started to say, but Eleanor interrupted him by saying "Please don't laugh. I already feel ridiculous in this dress. It's beautiful but I feel so exposed." "No, I wasn't going to say anything like that," he said. He walked over to her and stood behind her, watching their reflections in the mirror. "You look absolutely radiant. Like a mirrorball in the middle of the dance floor. One that reflects the light and movement of the crowd, but is ultimately the source of light and beauty." "That's quite a way to describe this." she murmured. She laughed nervously. Her tone of voice was nervous and on edge. "Are you alright?" Raymond asked. " Yes I'm fine. I apologize for once again getting carried away with you. I don't know what came over me." "You have nothing to say sorry for." Raymond replied. "You have total control. I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with." He ran his hand over the side of her dress, not touching her, simply letting his hand drift above her. "I'm just admiring the detail in this dress. It truly is exquisite." The dress was silver, adorned with small jewels, similar to a chandelier. It sparkled and moved with her body. She tried her best to breathe normally as she felt the heat of his touch once again, thinking back to the very first night that he did this. She didn't expect this to amount to where they were now. Her heart felt as if it would burst out of her chest. His hands continued to hover above her body. "You tell me what you want, Eleanor. If you want me to leave, to stay." "Don't leave," she whispered. She turned to face him. "Stay." With the utterance of the last words she spoke, he placed both hands on either side of her face and kissed her deeply with passion. She returned the kiss and found she couldn't keep her hands off him. As they continued to kiss, he moaned in pleasure and their kisses became more demanding. His hands were finding their way around her body: through her hair, up and down her back, gently pressing his fingertips into her back, like he was claiming her. She reached up to the collar of his jacket and pulled it back and Raymond let it fall to the floor. She unbuttoned the top buttons of his dress shirt and kissed his neck, then back up to his lips. Their breathing was heavy, as if they were running a marathon. "Raymond" she whispered "I've never felt like this before. I never want this to end. Please, don't stop." She caressed his face and started to lay down on the bed. She laid down on the bed on her side and he laid down on his side next to her. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear "You took the words right out of my mouth. I don't want to stop. Hearing and giving you pleasure is incredibly alluring and I can't get enough. Can I touch you here?" She nodded. He ran his fingers delicately across her neck, up and down her arms, as they looked into each other's eyes. Her hand was on his cheek, as she smiled and kissed him softly. She grabbed his hand and fit her fingers in between his. "I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with." he said quietly. "I just want to feel your touch, Raymond." she said, her voice meek and shy. She took his hand and led it to her chest so he could feel her heartbeat. "You're shaking" he said, feeling her heart race and her body shake. " I feel fine," she said breathlessly. She was heated with the desire to feel him everywhere. He kissed her neck as she held his hand, her grip tightening. She guided his hand to her breasts, where he then caressed her. She let out a gasp and threw her head back, her breathing increasing. "Raymond, that feels incredible." "You are perfect," he murmured against her neck and leaned forward to kiss her. He gently kissed her along the top of her chest, resting his hand on her cheek. At that moment she sat up suddenly and got off the bed. He sat up straight and simply watched her. She turned her back to him and lifted her hair, exposing her back and the zipper that started at her lower back. He was brought back to the moment when they first met, how shy and scared she was when he offered to help put on her coat. Now here she was, confident, giving him permission to see her at her most vulnerable. He stood behind her and slowly pulled the zipper down, allowing her to take it off. As she turned and faced him in nothing but skin and lingerie, he noticed her body was covered in small scars and marks. "Eleanor" he started to say, "Did he do this to you?" She crossed her arms in front of her body, feeling ashamed. She nodded slowly. "These markings are signs that I was being punished for disobeying my captor. That's why when you saw me I kept pulling at my clothes.He made sure that the marks weren't visible to anybody so as not to draw attention. That's why I always wore plain clothes and was always covered up." Raymond didn't say a word. Instead he sat back down on the bed, taking both of her hands in his and guiding her toward him. "Come closer" he murmured. She took a couple small steps towards him, laughing in a joking manner. But Raymonds face was serious. "Come to me, Eleanor, dearest shining light." She sat down in his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Eleanor, I want to kiss every single scar on your body and soul, to show you that love doesn't and should never hurt." Eleanor placed her hands on his face and kissed him deeply, moaning at the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. He was gentle with his touch, tracing her skin with his fingertips, tracing star-like patterns on her scars. Now that she was fully exposed before him, she couldn't hold back her desire anymore. She simply put her hands on his shoulders and allowed him to take control, her head tilted back and her eyes closed in pure ecstasy. He kissed her everywhere he felt a scar, every mark that had been inflicted upon her. As he did this, she moved her body against his, allowing him to be as close as possible. He kissed her lips and ran his hands up and down her back, leaning his forehead against her own. "Lay back" he said, his voice quiet but commanding her full attention. She got up and she lay back against the pillows. He put his hands on either side of her body and continued to kiss her. "Do you want to keep going?" he asked her. She nodded. He kissed her lips once more, then started to work his way down her body, leaving a path of healing with every touch of his lips and his hands. He then lowered his touch, down her stomach, towards the inside of her thighs. By instinct, she grabbed his hand and moved it away, immediately starting to hyperventilate. He stopped and held the sides of her face. "Eleanor, breathe, it's alright. It's me." She was raped before, he knew this unfortunately just by the way she was acting. She continued to shake and her face broke into a cold sweat. "Please open your eyes," he said quietly. She slowly did so and started taking deep breaths. Raymond breathed with her, wiping the sweat off her face with his sleeve. She slowly started to calm down. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he said, kissing her forehead. " I am so very sorry for what you have been through. I'm sorry for crossing any lines. We can stop now if you want. You tell me. What do you want, my dear?" "You" she said, holding his hand and moving it towards her thighs again. He was gentle, simply using the tips of his fingers. His body was above her. He kissed her deeply, then stared at her, saying "Your skin is impeccably soft." He was tracing her skin as if she was a work of art; a marble statue in the middle of a garden. He never lost eye contact with her, studying her, checking in with her to make sure she was alright." I want to feel you on me" she said, staring into his eyes. This whole time, Raymond noticed that she barely spoke and whenever we did, her voice was always a whisper. When she said those words, her voice was dominating, like she was finally taking control of her own pleasure. "I'm sorry, was that too forward?" she asked. Raymond broke into a loving smile. " You take control, Eleanor. Tonight is all about you. Don't worry about me. Giving you pleasure is enough to satisfy me." Eleanor leaned back into the pillows and let her body relax. " I will speak to you the entire time, like I've done before." He started moving closer in between her legs, but the closer he got, the more cautious he was becoming. "I trust you." she said. He started touching her, over her clothes. He felt her heat, her longing, her desire. " I can feel you." she said. "Forgive me for sounding forward," he said " but I can feel you as well. And you feel like heaven" "I'm touching you with just my fingers." Eleanor arched her back and cried out. "I want to feel you inside me." Without missing a beat, Raymond carefully put two fingers inside her, causing her to let out an almost primal scream that startled him. He started to move out of her, but she shook her head and said " No Raymond, I want more." Raymond moved his head down and removed her undergarments, gently pulling them away and stroking her legs. He spread them and said " My God, you are exquisite. I want to taste you. I want to consume you.Your entire body deserves to be lavished upon." He stood at the foot of the bed, allowing her to move close to the edge. She sat up and he noticed tears were streaming down her face. " I know you mean what you say. I'm sorry for letting my emotions get the better of me. This is all too good to be true." Raymond kissed her lips and held her face in his hands. "Believe me, this is real." he said "And I'm just getting started. Lay back, allow yourself to feel every sensation. Let it wash over you. Let yourself let go." She laid back and took a deep breath in and out. " I'm going to show you what real fulfillment is. I'm going to taste you and delight in every second I get to." As he started to pleasure her, she felt her body being taken to new heights. She felt her heartbeat pounding in her ears, her breathing becoming ragged and heavy. "I want you to keep going," she said, in between gasps for air. His body was above her and his forehead was against hers, his ragged breathing matching her own. Slowly, then going faster, he helped her reach her climax, her back arched and she tried her best to hold back. "Let go," Raymond said, his seductive voice matching his actions. "It's alright. Let go." Her whole body reacted in a way she never felt before. She called out his name, gripping the bed sheets, her breaths coming in shudders and gasps. Goosebumps lined her skin, she was shaking with pure pleasure. An almost out of body experience that was coming in waves. She felt like she was drowning, but he didn't stop. He was her safe harbor, pulling her in, not letting her slip away, but allowing her body to fully experience it. His actions eased as she fully climaxed. As she felt her body relax, he got up and walked over to the side of the bed. Her hand was placed against her forehead as she continued to take deep breaths. "Raymond", she started to say, but all he did was sit next to her. He then scooped her up in his arms and held her. No words were spoken, yet in a language they both understood, they savored the moment.