Rhapsody (Butcher and Violinist 1)

With a wicked smile, he gathered up the gown’s tulle and gently placed it onto my lap. It puffed up, blocking my view of him. Cool air brushed my thighs. My heartbeat increased.

The tulle ruffled around some more. His sexy voice came next. “Spread your legs.”

My body buzzed from the command. Slowly, I opened my legs.

“Parfait.”

Heat gathered between my legs. Jean-Pierre had this effect on me—he could reduce me to earth-shattering arousal. No man should have that sort of power, but he did, and I craved him.

He slipped his hands up my legs, starting with my ankles and inch by inch making it to my thighs. Lust shivered through me. His fingertips teased me. “Open your legs some more.”

I did. The bottom half of the body suit had to be exposed to his gaze.

My confirmation came, when Jean-Pierre leaned forward and pressed his face against the bodysuit, right against my pussy, and inhaled.

Unable to help myself, I moaned.

My panties were wet. And his face was right there—nose tucked up against my clit. My body’s needs took over. I slid my hands into his hair and curled my fingers around his head.

“Vous êtes une méchante sirène. Il n’y avait jamais d’espoir pour moi.” He peeked above the gown and gazed intensely at me. “When you play, I want you to have this against this lovely clit.”

My pussy ached.

“Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Please stand.”

I did, holding some of the tulle in front of me. He grabbed the silver bullet from the box and dove back under the fabric. The gown was so absurdly big and beautiful, but a whole character on its own. Some of the tulle fell down over him, concealing Jean-Pierre.

He whispered, “Je devrais rester ici pour le reste de la nuit.”

I have to double up on those French lessons. I can’t deal with not knowing what he’s saying.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Please.

He slid the crotch of my body suit to the side. I felt the same electrical charge that I’d experienced after the kiss last night. Pure, uncomplicated desire poured over me. My legs shook.

I opened my legs some more.

He grunted, slipping his hands along my thighs. His hands cupped the flesh of my ass and skimmed up over my hips, and down to slide his thumbs along my groin. My mouth went dry, and my heart raced.

I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him.

“Tu es une déesse.” He landed a kiss on my thighs.

I moaned.

“Magnifique.” He slipped the toy along my pussy. The vibrator was a hard lump between my thighs.

My body shivered at the possibilities.

I reached down to adjust it, settling it between my labia. It nestled against my clit just right, a solid pressure, and I could imagine what it would feel like when he turned it on.

The thought made me shudder. I would be exposed, helpless, before all of his friends—shaking with pleasure, unable to control myself.

He rubbed the bullet against my clit a little.

I gripped his head. My thighs quivered. I was wet between my legs, and hungry for him, but I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted. I didn’t even have words for it. I just knew that I craved him. And I would do anything he asked.

“Bientôt,” he whispered.

“Soon.”

Jean-Pierre rose.

Trying to gain my composure, I pushed the tulle back down. He helped me with straightening it.

When we were done, he stepped back and watched me with desire in his gaze. A heavy bulge pushed against his suit pants. The sight of that hard cock intensified the longing that was already rising within me.

He could do anything to me, and I wouldn’t stop him.

I wouldn’t want to.

“The first time I saw you, I was confused about a lot of things. It took time for me to understand the question that came to my mind.” He pulled the remote control back out of his pocket and walked around. He stopped behind me and pressed that bulge of his cock against my ass. “I wasn’t ready to deal with it yet.”

Well. . .I hope the question deals with your cock.

I thought back to Shalimar’s stressing of not being desperate and didn’t know how I would achieve such finesse this evening. He’d teased me long enough. I’d tasted him once and wanted much more for a 100k, or no money at all.

“Do you know what that question was, Eden?” His voice vibrated deep inside me, shooting all the way to the hungry space between my thighs. He’d turned me into a hurricane of pleasure. Lust and sinful sensations spinning around me over and over and smothering me. I ached beyond anything. And he’d barely touched me.

I cleared my throat. “No.”

“It was just one question. Very simple.” His words were a warm gust against my hair. “Can you play the violin, when I play with your pussy?”