The Bride of Brahms

Chapter 6

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"She dances on my tongue tastes like she might be the one." -Lunch, Billie Eilish

In my agitation I missed the hint. "Well, if you don't communicate with me what you want then I can't – oh!" I was in the middle of lecturing him when he bent down and picked me up effortlessly, supporting my weight by cupping my ass cheeks. He nuzzled his masked face into my neck and carried me back to the bed. I caught a whiff of his scent, but it wasn't the same stale scent as before. He smelled clean, and I could pick up traces of lavender and sage on his skin. Did he bathe himself again before meeting me? I wondered to myself. Before I could discern anything, he took me by the waist and tossed me onto the mattress, sending me crashing down into a pile of sheets and pillows. He quickly climbed on top of me, bringing both my arms above my head and pinned me down with his body weight. I could feel his hardness pressing into my abdomen, and Brahms looked at me in a way I could only describe as smiling with his eyes. He stared at me for a moment before he whispered, "You're a terrible singer, by the way."

At this point I was starting to understand what he was getting at when he referred to 'dessert' earlier, but something in me snapped once mentioned my terrible singing skills. This mother fucker just watched me put in all that effort, then sit there being miserable waiting for him to show up, and afterward thought it wise to poke fun at me for doing so? The thought really pissed me off. "Brahms..." I called out to him sternly, but he ignored me, working his free hand up my dress and stroking my thighs apart while burrowing his face into my neck again. "BRAHMS!" I shouted this time, and he jerked up, his eyes wide with alertness.

"Let go of me." I growled at him through gritted teeth. He shot up like he had been burned with hot coals and stood at the edge of the bed while I propped myself up to look at him. He was hunched slightly like a beaten dog, but I was too livid to give a shit. "You have done a bad thing." My words came out harshly and felt like acid on my tongue. "You did not follow the rule to eat dessert and wasted your real food. You've been bad, and you need to be disciplined." I pushed myself up further so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed, in front of where he stood, and I looked up at him. "Kneel" I ordered him, with more authority than I thought myself capable of.

To my surprise he readily followed my command, getting on his knees in front of me, his eyes wide with anticipation. I'm not sure what came over me then, but seeing this large strong man kneeling beneath me made me feel powerful and I was overcome with carnal instinct. I moved my butt to the very edge of the bed, spreading my legs and lifting the skirt of my dress. I made the choice not to wear underwear tonight and was glad it worked in my favor. "Do you see that, Brahms? This is what you really wanted, isn't it?" I cooed as I exposed my bare pussy to him. Brahms stared in awe at my exposed flesh, and I could hear him smacking his lips from behind his mask, as if he were salivating at the sight of me. He nodded slowly and began to reach forward. "No!" I commanded and he snapped his hands back. "You don't get to touch me yet." Without me asking, Brahms tucked his hands behind his knees and sat on them, looking back up at me with a hopeful brightness in his gaze. He was desperately trying to show me how good he could be, and I found it to be both adorable and empowering.

"That's right...just watch me." I purred, bringing my right hand to my knee and slowly dragging it up my inner thigh. His eyes were glued to my hand as it inched closer to my pussy, lightly brushing over it and bringing it up the other side to my left knee. Once I brought my hand back to my center, I lightly touched myself, slowly circling around my entrance from my labia to my clit with the tips of my fingers. I could see his eyes widen in excitement, his chest rising and falling at a quickened pace as I began to rub myself. The bulge in his pants became much more noticeable at this point, and it made me that much more excited to see that he was aroused by me touching myself.