“We will see,” he muses, letting me go. “Acquiesce seems to be a perfect fit for you today, but it’s too cold outside. So, let’s go down to the music room. You can pose there.”
He turns on his heel and walks away from me. I tell myself to move, to follow him, but for the moment, I’m stuck where I’m standing, wondering what I just agreed to.
As I finally make my way out of the studio, I head downstairs.
Passing by the painting of Rhapsody, or at least a print of it, I’m reminded of the first time I saw it only weeks earlier. It still calls out to me, except now, instead of stopping to examine it, I find myself rushing past it to get to her music room where he is waiting for me. As I descend the stone stairs, I realize that I’m no longer frightened of what’s below. I’m anxious and extremely aroused.
I know what we discussed just moments ago affected him, and I understand his need to digest what I was truly saying to him.
When I reach the bottom step and turn, I’m greeted by bright lights. My eyes move around the odd room until I see him standing with his back against the wall.
He’s watching me quietly. “Come in.”
“Said the spider to the fly?” I ask, stepping forward.
I see that he’s moved a wooden bench into the center of the room.
“Acquiesce means to submit or comply silently. Did you know that?” he inquires smoothly.
“Yes,” I manage to say as I walk closer to him.
He, too, has moved and is now waiting for me on the other side of the bench.
Finally, I stop opposite him. “Where are your paints?”
“Upstairs,” he informs, his hands moving to his belt buckle.
Licking my lips slowly, I raise my eyes to his again. “Then, how are you going to paint me?”
I’m trying to focus on his face, but the soft snick and clink of metal is distracting me, so once again, my eyes fall to his waist.
“I’m not. The whole idea of painting you was to gain your trust. Obviously, I have it since you told me upstairs I can do whatever I want to you.” His low voice stops as my eyes return to his. “Over and over again.”
I swallow before asking, “Why the bench?”
“I still want you to feel her, Gemma, to understand her.”
That’s when he reaches across the space to take a handful of my shirt, pulling me forward. I stumble, my shins lightly hitting the wood, as I’m held in a somewhat awkward pose.
“Now, I know you trust me. It’s time to see if I can trust you.”
I feel my eyes widen, wondering just what he has in mind.
“I’m going to let go of your blouse, and I want you to take one step back, bend over, and place your palms on the bench. Can you do that, Gemma? Can you submit and comply silently?”
Blinking slowly, I feel my head starting to spin. He’s seducing me. I can feel him slowly sliding over me, searching for a way to slip past my defenses, and this time, I’m aware of it. This time, I want to be seduced.
As he lets go of my shirt, he straightens, and I do as requested. I step back and bend over. I place my hands on the bench, leaving my ass pointing out.
I comply, and I do it all silently.
Phillipe watches as Gemma takes a step back. Eyes locked with his, she bends at the waist to do as he requested.
Her blonde hair has been left free today, and it falls like a curtain down both sides of her face, That just wouldn’t do. He wants to see her face. Moving away from her, he notices when she lifts her head to watch him.
Making his way over to the elaborate sound and recording system, he turns it on and selects the piece he is searching for. Hitting play, he looks back to see Gemma with her neck crooked and her head raised. Her eyes are focused on him.
“Have you ever heard Lux Aeterna from Requiem for a Dream, Gemma?” he asks, reaching down to undo the top button of his pants.
Lux Aeterna ~ Clint Mansell
Link: http://blindobsessionbook.com/lux-aeterna-clint-mansell/
My eyes are transfixed on him as the eerie piano begins to play over and over, and there she is. Chantel has entered the room with us.
The music and violin is filtering in from all around us, and it’s chilling. The intensely desperate melody floats around me, and it’s feeding some dark fucked-up part of my brain. I can see he’s undoing his pants. When he’s walking toward me, I know what he’s about to do.
I feel my whole body tremble with the startling realization that, as much as I want it, I’m terrified I’m going to end up craving him and the darkness that swirls around him, like the thickening air before a storm.
The violin starts to pick up tempo as he stops in front of me. He reaches out to brush my hair back from the right side of my face, tightly gripping it behind my head.
I raise my eyes to his, which are now looking down upon me. “Open your mouth, Gemma.”
Immediately, my mouth falls open, and the words submit and comply run through my mind. My eyes are now level with his open pants. I watch with complete focus as he pushes them down from his hips, so his thick cock comes into view.
With his free hand, he strokes himself roughly over and over to the strands and rhythm of the violin as it begins again. I realize he’s placed the music on repeat.
Swallowing deeply in anticipation, I follow each rough stroke of his fist, and I feel myself becoming increasingly wetter. This is exactly what I have been waiting to see, ever since witnessing it just over a week ago. Raising my eyes to him again, he gives me a smirk that is so knowing in its sensuality that I almost come from that alone.
“Do you want to suck my cock, Gemma?”
I close my eyes, listening to the violin and his voice, as his hand grips my hair tighter.
“Yes,” I reply, opening my mouth to him.
“Yes?” he asks me again.
This time, he steps forward to place the head of his cock against my parted lips. I can taste the salty fluid of his desire coating his smooth, bulbous tip.
I flick my tongue out, tasting him, right before I lean forward, intending to take him inside my mouth.
The hand in my hair tightens as he tells me, “Not yet. Wait for it. Close your eyes, Gemma.”
His voice finds its way somehow to my brain, and once again, I submit.
“Now, listen to her. Listen to the passion in each movement of her bow as she strokes it across the strings.”
I listen as each note and chord is played with more passion the further into the piece it goes. His hand tugs on my hair, and I open my eyes to look up into his fiery green ones.
“Now, Gemma, put your lips around me and suck me as eagerly as she once did.”
Moisture floods my pussy at the thought of her mouth wrapped around the flesh I’m about to suck. Opening my mouth, I gently slide him between my lips against my tongue. His hand tightens in my hair as the music pulsates and pounds through my ears, and his hips flex as his shaft starts to fuck my mouth hard.
I brace myself with my palms on the bench, but as he tugs my hair, the pain bites into me. I lose balance and shift forward a little, causing his cock to slide all the way to the back of my throat. He grunts and pulls out as I cough a little in reflex, but before I can say anything, my mouth is full again, and the piece has started over.
He’s slowed his hips down and is sliding his shaft back and forth between my swollen lips. As I raise my eyes to his tortured ones, his hips pick up movement as the music does.
He imparts darkly, “You’re the complete opposite of her, but you’re so fucking stunning in your own way, just like she was, Gemma. Your lips…your lips are pink though where hers were red.