I couldn’t speak.
“You’re so good with your Eros, but what about with me?” He walked back in front of me and then he pressed the button, and I had no response for him.
The toy vibrated between my thighs, humming pleasantly against my clit.
My body drowned in pleasure. He might have said something, but I didn’t hear him. Blood rushed in my ears.
He pressed the button.
The vibration ceased.
I caught my breath.
“The next question I wondered was, can you come and play at the same time?”
Panting, I blinked. “That’s a…very good question.”
“You’ve never tried?”
“No…have you?”
“We’re not focused on my coming right now.” He gave me a wicked smile and pressed the button again.
The humming increased. It felt so good. My clit throb. I squirmed and leaned my body against him.
Grunting, he grabbed my waist and held me up. “Moan aime encore ça, et j’arracherai cette robe.”
All I could translate was something about him ripping my gown off.
It didn’t matter.
I was hot all over, buzzing like a bee, and I lifted one of my hands to fist in his shirt, crumpling the expensive fabric, but I didn’t care anymore. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to leave my mark on him. Some sort of proof this had actually happened. Was happening.
Oh my god.
I couldn’t breathe. I opened my mouth to suck in a lungful of air. It didn’t help. I shuddered against him, overwhelmed.
He turned it off. “Très bientôt.”
“Very soon.”
The vibrations stopped.
Still leaning against him, I whispered, “I want you now.”
He groaned.
I opened my eyes and turned my head upward to look at him.
He gazed back at me, licking his lips. “I’ve waited for a long, long time, Eden. You will wait too.”
I didn’t make you wait that long. It hasn’t even been a week.
The throb between my legs lingered even in the absence of any vibrations. I wanted to say something else but couldn’t think of the words.
“Tonight, you’ll play for my guests.” He breathed me in, pulling my body against his erection. “And then they’ll leave, and I’ll be playing you for the rest of the evening.”
Chapter 17
Foreplay
Eden
I sat in front of an audience. Scary gangsters stared back at me. The dancers had stopped performing and lounged in some of the men’s laps. More woman had arrived. Everyone had someone.
No woman was next to Jean-Pierre, only Rafael. Near Rafael were two women who wore sunglasses.
Violette waited with a velvet cushioned stool. When I got in front of it, she set the stool down, came to me, lifted the back of my dress, and helped me sit down.
Jean-Pierre nodded at me.
I took that as my signal to begin. Raising my violin into proper position, I started with a soft song to get everyone in the spirit of a sensual evening. I also was very aware of the slick silver bullet slipping next to my clit. I couldn’t start too hard of a song because there would be no way that I could pay attention to all the notes if Jean-Pierre decided to press the button.
I can’t believe he wants to do this.
This performance would be my most interesting yet. Nothing would be able to top a gorgeous French gangster controlling my clit as I played.
I began with no problem. A soothing melody.
The whole time I gazed at Jean-Pierre. He licked his lips and then slid his right hand into his pocket. I braced myself for what I knew would come next.
I gripped the bow hard as vibrations hummed between my thighs. It didn’t escalate into the stronger buzzing I’d felt before.
I relaxed a little.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
I went into the melody. Sensual vibrations thrummed against my clit. It wasn’t getting any stronger, but it also wasn’t stopping. Some of the men stirred in their seats. I had no idea if everyone could see the desire on my face, but I drowned in a pool of horniness.
My bow dragged along the notes, playing everything out slower than my intention.
Jean-Pierre moved his hand inside his pocket.
The vibrations stopped.
I cleared my throat and picked up the pace.
Shit.
My pussy was swollen and tender from the steady humming. All I could think of was Jean-Pierre’s thick erection in the other room, and how I wanted to feel it inside of me. And he didn’t have to pay one dollar for me to bounce on that cock.
I switched the song, unsure if I finished the other one or not.
Rafael rocked his head to the rhythm.
Interesting. He looks like he knows it.
Perhaps, he’d been a classical fan. Or maybe Jean-Pierre had put him on to it.
I’d been staring at Jean-Pierre, but I’d turned my attention to Rafael, watching as he moved his head perfectly to the beat.
He definitely knows the song.
Jean-Pierre must’ve not appreciated my attention on Rafael. The vibrations returned and on a stronger level.
Oh my God.