“Will you play for me, Angel?”
Maria nodded eagerly, tears still streaming down her cheeks. My chest tightened, and I couldn’t figure out if they were happy tears or I had caused her pain—memories of her past resurfacing.
I crowded into her space, towering over her petite frame. Her body trembled with her choked cries, and before I could move, she leaned into me. Her back pressed against my front as she burrowed deeper into my embrace.
I couldn’t help myself. In this moment, she looked so vulnerable…so innocent…so sweet, that all I wanted to do was hold her. Wrapping my arms around her, I did just that. I held her to me.
Breathing in her sweet lavender smell, I almost closed my eyes at the undeniable pleasure overtaking my body. It wasn’t desire. Yes, lust was there—but I felt something else while holding her in my arms.
She unexpectedly brought me warmth, and I never wanted to let go.
“I would love to play for you, Master.” Her sweetened words reached my ears, and I hardened at her words.
Maria calling me Master was my undoing.
I almost reprimanded her, wanting to remind her of the rules, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so.
The rules were broken a long time ago…after all, rules are made to be broken…even though I wanted to take her over my knees and turn her perfect ass cheeks red.
“You’re not supposed to call me Master, Angel,” I finally said, my voice sounding too rough to my own ears.
Maria turned around in my arms, and she faced me, giving me a strange look. She studied me for a second and then nodded.
“I know. But it seems that you like it when I call you Master,” she explained.
So the little Angel caught that.
Of course, she did. My dick was currently waving for attention between our pressed bodies.
“I want to please you, Lyov. And it brings me great happiness to see you pleased,” Maria continued with a whispered smile on her plump lips. I wanted to devour that pink lush perfection.
I palmed her cheeks. She leaned into my touch, and my thumb brushed her tears away.
“Tell me those were happy tears,” I breathed, my chest clenching again. I was sinking in a deep vortex, the world was shifting and aligning, and fuck me, this woman was going to be the death of me.
Maria smiled, and I wanted to kiss her. Just because. Plain and simple.
She grabbed my hand and brought it to her lips, placing a kiss in the middle of my palm. Her blue eyes shone with unshed tears as she stared up at me. Beautiful.
“They are happy tears. You made me happy. Thank you for this gift. I shall treasure it for the rest of my life,” Maria said with conviction.
“Then you should make me happy now. I want you to play for me.” I had asked her before, but this time the words came out as a command.
Maria didn’t seem to mind. Actually, her smile widened, and she gave me a silent laugh before turning back to the piano. Not before I saw the twinkle in her eyes.
My heart jumped a little at the thought of me making her happy.
I sat on the couch in front of the piano…and waited.
Our gazes locked for the briefest second before she looked down again. The color in her cheeks rose as she blushed. Maria chewed on her lips shyly, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip.
I bought her. I had her suck my cock, had her swallow my cum in front of people. I had her legs spread open as I devoured her cunt, drinking in her sweet taste.
And here she was. Shy. Innocent. Nervous. And I found it all endearing.
Maria took a deep breath, and I eagerly waited. My body was strung tight. I leaned forward, my feet planted firmly on the ground, my elbows on my knees, and my fingers laced together. She had my avid attention.
Finally, she played.
And this sweet little Angel had me ensnared in her trap.
What a beautiful trap it was.
With the first tune, when our eyes met again, I knew in that exact moment I was never letting Maria go.
My thoughts disappeared when Maria stood up from behind the piano. Two weeks since all of this started. And now…a deep yearning inside of me was taking root.
She walked forward and stopped in front of me, her shadow falling over my seated position. Maria licked her lips nervously, and she chewed on them.
She was clearly unaware how goddamn vulnerable she was and how much more tempting that made her. She drew me in like a moth to a flame at night.
So fucking tempting that she had ignited something inside of me. It was visceral, and the beast clawed at me, wanting to be let out so he could have his fun with his sweet Angel.