Alejandro
When I walk into the sitting room, I sit on the piano stool and open the piano case. Some nights when I can’t sleep, I find myself down here. My mother taught me how to play. Eduardo knew, too, and we used to compete against each other.
I play now to calm the beast inside me who wants to break free.
I start playing Clair De Lune by Debussy, and a minute later, Lucia walks in.
A smile lifts her beautiful face when she hears the melody.
“I love this piece. My mother used to play it to me all the time,” she states.
“Well, that’s one thing we have in common. My mother taught it to me, and how to play the piano.”
“You play extremely well.”
“Thank you. Do you play?”
“Definitely not as well as you, but I love listening. Classical music is my favorite. I used to listen all the time when I was studying. It helps me separate the languages from clashing in my mind.”
I grin at her. “Come here.”
She comes closer, and I surprise her by picking her up and setting her on the lid of the piano.
She laughs. The sound is pretty. So is the rosy-red tell-tale blush tainting her cheeks.
I love her girly blushes, so I give her more to blush about when I part her legs and run my fingers over the smooth skin while I place kisses along her inner thighs.
“What if someone comes in here? There’s no door on this room.” Her breath is uneven and sexy.
“This is where I want you, doing exactly what I want to do to you.” This is completely against my original plans. Right now, I don’t care about that, so I make a show of nuzzling my face between her thighs and inhaling the scent of her pussy.
When I lift my head, I notice how worried she looks, but I continue feeling her up. She glances nervously at the door when I start rubbing over the lace of her panties while I continue to play the piece with my free hand.
“I don’t want to piss off Estelle any more than I already have. Or give her more reason to dislike me.”
I stop touching her but leave her right where she is.
“What happened between you and Estelle today?”
She looks at me for a long moment before shaking her head.
“It’s okay. It’s nothing to worry about.”
I admire her for saying so.
“I want you to learn the basics from Estelle. Things like where things go, what to do with what, and what Mia likes and dislikes. Everything else needs to be you.”
“Really?” Doubt clouds her eyes.
“Yes. I owe much to Estelle, and I respect her, but she’s leaving in a few weeks. So, I want you to do what you’ve been trained to do and what you feel you should do when it comes to Mia.”
That seems to appease her.
“Of course, I’ll speak to Estelle, so you don’t have to worry about it. As to your other concern, this is my house. I’ll have you in whatever room I want, whenever I want, and I’ll do what I want to do to you. Whoever knows we’re in here won’t disturb us. That’s all you need to worry about.”
She blinks a few times and swallows before nodding.
I run a finger up her leg and stroke her thigh while I stare deeply into her eyes.