by Lily White
That got their attention, the smugness wiped away with the reminder that only one would remain by the end of the summer.
It drove me nuts that I still hadn’t been able to dismiss Jillian and Krista, two girls whose clothes continued getting more revealing with each passing day, whose tongues had a tendency to peek out when I looked their direction. Unfortunately, they were excellent musicians and I would continue to endure their whispers and stares, the open invitation of their bodies, whenever my eyes met theirs.
I hadn’t failed to notice the contempt they showed to Amelia, either. Another factor that made me want to strangle the life out of them.
“All right, it’s late and we all want to get home and have a good weekend.” Grabbing a stack of music from my bag, I walked down the rows to give each student a copy to practice and study, my leg brushing Amelia’s elbow as I passed.
That one simple touch was enough to awaken the beast inside me.
Returning to my desk, I dropped the remaining copies on the surface and said, “Be ready Monday morning. I won’t go easy on you if you’re not proficient in the music you just received. Have a good weekend.”
Everybody stood and made their way to the door, Amelia strolling out behind them.
She wasn’t getting away that easily. “Miss Dillon. A word.”
Stilling in place, the corner of her mouth tilted with a barely there smile. She knew, as well as I, that I wanted more than a word with her.
Speaking softly, I tempted fate. Broke rules. Tossed aside all reason because my desires had taken over my rational mind. “Shut the door, Amelia.”
The room fell into silence following the quiet click of the door, Amelia turning to stare at me, her teal eyes uncertain.
“You’re wearing a skirt.”
A nod of her head, lips stretching just a fraction wider. “I hear it’s a rule I should follow.”
A better man would tell her to have a nice day and watch her walk her beautiful ass out of here.
I wasn’t a better man.
“Go stand on the other side of my desk, bend over and wait for me.”
I wouldn’t fuck her. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy playing around.
She set her bag on a chair near the door, her eyes meeting mine as she walked past me to do as I’d instructed. For the love of all that was holy, I wanted to tear her pussy up with my cock, make her beg and plead for me to stop while also begging that I keep going.
This was a lesson in patience. A cosmic fucking joke by the universe.
Thankfully, my control kept me in line enough not to hurt her out here in the open and smile to do it. Julia would most likely wonder about the muffled screams and come running just to see how thoroughly I could ruin her star student.
“What did you do yesterday with your day off?”
From behind me, “Slept in. Practiced the piano. Watched television.”
My mouth quirked at the corner. “Sounds boring.”
“Well, it was on my calendar to rob a bank, but I had to cancel seeing as how a certain teacher of mine forbid it.”
Oh, I had plans for that smart little mouth of hers. Amelia’s inexperience in that area didn’t matter. I was happy to teach her.
Pushing up from the desk, I rounded the end, my steps slow and steady, my eyes tracing the line of Amelia’s body where she stood waiting for what I would do. Glancing up, she met my stare.
“Eyes down, Miss Dillon.”
A spark of apprehension, but she obeyed, her torso balanced on her forearms, ass pushed out in wait. She was nervous. Scared.
I enjoyed it a little too much.
The leather of my chair groaned when I sat down, a muscle in her thigh jumping. She tensed knowing I was behind her, my eyes roaming greedily over the perfect heart shape of her ass.
I took my time, eventually reaching out to run my hands up the back of her legs, noting every flinch of her body as I lifted her skirt to reveal blue cotton panties, nothing frilly or sexy for a girl who hadn’t yet learned what it meant to be tortured in sensual ways.
Leaning forward I pressed a kiss to each cheek of her ass, my thumbs curling beneath the sides of her panties to drag them down over her hips and allow them to fall down her legs to her ankles.
Fucking hell...
Her pussy was pink and swollen, the skin glistening with how turned on she already was.
“Watch the door,” I said, my voice gritty with want.
Her voice shook in response. “What should I do if somebody walks in?”
With my fingertip, I traced the center slit slowly, my attention stolen by a part of her body no other man had enjoyed. “If somebody walks in,” Ah, hell. “We’re screwed.”
Pushing the tip of my finger inside her, I ignored the hard line of my erection, my ear picking up the burst of breath falling over her lips.
“When you say you’re a virgin: Does that mean you’ve never-“
“I’ve kissed two other guys besides you. But that’s it.”
Oh, Jesus Christ...
Utterly pure, this feast for my eyes. I should have pushed away, told her to pull up her panties and march out that door to escape a man who looked at her pussy like it was a toy to be broken.
Instead, I slid my finger down to circle it over her clit. She jumped in place, but my other hand clamped down on her thigh to hold her still. “Don’t move.”
The heat of my breath washed over her skin, her thigh trembling beneath my palm.
Just the tip of my tongue at first, a tiny taste, dragging up the slit as Amelia stilled, her body unsure how to react to so soft a sensation.
“Mr. Carter-“
“Shhhh. No talking, Miss Dillon. I don’t appreciate being interrupted while teaching.”
Another taste, my tongue dipping inside her as my finger continued playing over that small bundle of nerves that I’d used to make her come once before.
She whimpered, her body trembling as I took my time teasing her, toying with her, slowly building my pressure and speed. The musky scent of her was driving me absolutely fucking crazy, the desire to grab her hips and pull her body down on my lap damn near impossible to ignore.
“Lenn-“
I grinned against her. “We’re in class, Miss Dillon. Using my first name is highly inappropriate.”
Silence, and then, “I’m sorry, Mr. Carter.”
Oh, you’re going to be. But not here. Not now. Not until I can get you alone to show you exactly why you should have run when I first gave you the chance.
My right hand continued playing with her clit as I thrust my tongue inside her. In and out before licking up and down, nipping at the skin, causing her to jump with each threat of a bite. Releasing her thigh, I swept my left hand up and traced my thumb down the crease of her ass, brushing the hole and smiling to hear a squeak burst from her mouth.
“Mr. Carter -“
“No complaints,” I reminded her, my mouth moving against her wet little hole.
All three sensations were driving her over an edge, heavy breaths and shocked sounds falling over her lips before I pulled my mouth away, to trace my right hand up and thrust a finger fully inside her.
“Oh!”
“Does that hurt?”
Fucking virgins. Having to go slow was driving me crazy.
“No,” she whispered in response.
I drove a second finger in and watched with utter fascination as my hand explored a part of her that had never felt what I was doing before. She was a student in every conceivable way.
Slowly thrusting in and out, I asked her, “What are your plans for tonight?”
Amelia could barely answer, her body responding to the way I toyed with it. “Nothing.”
“You’re coming to my house.”
“Okay.”
I was done playing around. Using one hand to pinch her clit, rolling it between my fingertips, the swollen bud so sensitive from what I’d already done, I used my other hand to continuing thrusting two
fingers inside her, small moans escaping her mouth as I drove her to an orgasm I could watch.
When her body finally shattered in front of me, I stared with intense fascination at the muscles clenching over my fingers, the glistening wet evidence of the moment she came.
Had she been more experienced, I would have turned her around in that same second, forced her to her knees and made her thank me for what I’d just done for her.
Instead, I sucked the sweet taste of her body from my fingers, lifted her panties into place and pulled her skirt down to let it fall just above her knees once again.
Pushing back in my chair to put distance between us, I scanned my eyes down her trembling legs. There was no two ways about it, I needed to get this first time over with so I could stop playing games.
“Turn around.”
Slowly, she did so, her eyes hooded and soft, her lips slightly parted.
“Do you remember where I live?”
A nod of her head, her pulse fluttering in her throat.
“Meet me there at eight. This is your last warning though, Amelia. I’m not one to be soft and tender.”
“That’s okay.”
She had no idea what she was saying.
“Go. We’ll continue this later.”
Nodding her head, Amelia walked away from the desk, my gaze tracking her every move as she grabbed her bag and left the classroom.
With the scent of her still on my lips, I folded my hands behind my head and leaned back in my chair wondering just how much control it would take to keep from making her first time a nightmare.
Amelia
A knock at my open door drew my attention. Glancing over my shoulder, I found Ben staring at me, his shoulder against the doorframe, grey eyes meeting mine with exhaustion staining them.
“Are you going out?”
In the background, I could hear the home nurse tending to my dad. Today was actually a good day, no violent episodes, no screaming filling the house. “Yeah.”
Don’t ask where....please, don’t ask...
“Where?”
My shoulders tensed. I hated lying to him, but he would kill me if he knew the truth.
“A piano lesson.” Flicking a glance his way, I smiled. “For the program. I’m one of the last ten students left.”
“Of course you are. You’re amazing.” Gaze tracking to my window and the sun that was beginning to set, Ben arched a brow. “Bit late to be meeting with Julia, isn’t it?”
Fuck. “Um, no, I’m not practicing with her. I’m meeting my teacher-“
“She’s not your teacher? I thought she was the one who got you into the program?”
“She was, but because we have a personal relationship, she couldn’t be my judge.”
Finished tying my shoe, I straightened on the side of my bed, internally begging him to let it go.
“Who’s your teacher?”
Damn it. “Lennon Carter.”
Ben’s brows knit together, shadows behind his eyes. “Isn’t he around my age, maybe a little younger?”
I shrugged despite knowing Lennon was precisely two years younger than Ben. “I guess so. Why?”
“The name is familiar. I think-“ He stopped, his eyes blinking closed and open again. “I think your teacher is Emaline’s brother.”
Emaline...
God, I hadn’t thought of her in years. A student of my parents, she’d dated Ben for over a year. He was madly in love with her, his heart broken when she’d died suddenly. Suicide, we’d heard, why she’d take her life was beyond me.
I remembered meeting her several times when she was attending lessons with my parents. I was so much younger than her, but she reminded me of a princess. Long wavy brown hair, vibrant green eyes and a smile that lit the room. She was always so sweet to me.
Needless to say, her death had damn near destroyed my brother. It was around that time that he stopped caring about sports or school, had turned to drugs and partying as a way to get over her.
Emaline’s name was another dark shadow over this house, but I didn’t think she was Lennon’s sister. From what I remembered, she’d been so poor, my parents had adjusted their usual rates just to teach her.
“I don’t think so. Lennon is insanely wealthy. I highly doubt he grew up around here.”
Ben stared outside, his hand lifting to rub at his jaw. “The name is so familiar.”
Oh, well, that was understandable, given Lennon’s reputation. “He’s worked with a lot of popular bands. He also plays in the Florida Symphony. I kind of lucked out to be assigned to his class. He’s an amazing musician. A hard ass, but still. If he can teach me to play like him, I’ll be lucky.”
“Yeah,” Ben answered, his thoughts somewhere else. “Maybe.” Finally looking at me, he asked, “Isn’t it a bit late on a Friday night, though?”
Shrugging again, I made up something that wasn’t exactly a lie. “Music is demanding. To be the best, you have to keep a busy schedule.”
“So, you’re meeting him at the school?”
“Yeah.”
I couldn’t look at him while telling the lie. He would know. Instead, I busied myself with packing music into my bag.
“Okay. What time are you getting home?”
Ugh! I needed him to stop asking so many damn questions. “Not sure.”
Not a lie. But still, not entirely the truth.
“I have to go to work in a few hours, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you then.”
Ben walked away and I glanced at the clock to see it was seven. I didn’t want to be late getting to Lennon’s and risk pissing him off. I remembered the general area where his house was, but knew I should leave early in case I got lost. What would I do if I couldn’t find it? It wasn’t like I had a way to contact him.
Stilling in place, I racked my brain over the idea that he might be Emaline’s brother. Was it possible? Was Ben right?
No. It couldn’t be. Lennon wasn’t the type to live in the ghetto, he hated everything about it, his expression darkening every time he mentioned the crimes and tricks infamous in such a bad area of town.
Hiking the strap of my bag onto my shoulder, I left the house, jumped in my car and drove into a wealthy area of Tampa, weaving my way down streets I remembered from the other night, my mind recalling the spanking I’d received from Lennon for catching me running a scam.
I hated ripping people off, a fact I didn’t think he knew, but given our situation at home and with Dad, I’d never thought I had much of a choice.
Eventually, I found his neighborhood, the belt of my car squealing just enough to be annoying. Desperately needing a new car, I tapped my hand on the steering wheel as to comfort its pain.
Lennon’s house came into view, but I wasn’t entirely sure it was his until I heard the faint sound of a piano whispering through the warm, night air, a melody I didn’t recognize, but one that caused my breath to catch in my lungs.
Pulling into the driveway, I turned off my car, my engine wheezing and pinging in chorus to the music that kept pouring out of a window that must have been cracked open in the house.
Staring at the windows. I wouldn’t have been sure he was home if not for the music. The windows were dark for the most part, a faint glow behind them that looked more like nightlights then anything.
Sweat made my palms sticky against the steering wheel, nervous anticipation rolling through me in waves.
I wanted this man. There was no question about how I felt, but I wasn’t sure I could handle what he’d offered me.
When it came to Lennon, I saw heartbreak on the horizon, his promise of pain making me want to rethink what I’d agreed to do.
He would deliver. I knew that. The spanking he’d given me just a taste of what I assumed were his tastes when it came to sex.
Yet, here I was, inexperienced and terrified, still opening my door ready to deliver myself to the devil if it meant I could pretend for just a little while that he felt something
for me.
As I walked up the path, the music grew louder. A crescendo of sound followed by the soft answer of a sad melody. Not recognizing it, I wondered if it was something else he’d written, the tone of it more contemporary than classic, the feel of it dark and intimidating.
It called to me, regardless, as if he’d plucked some small part of me out from where I kept all my thoughts hidden, and had turned it into a song I would carry with me for eternity.
Reaching the door, I knocked, but the music kept playing, absolute chaos in the notes, so hard and desperate that I doubted he’d heard my knuckles against the wood.
I must have stood there for several minutes, the music never stopping, never ceasing, drawing me closer with each strong chord followed by the sweeping answer of the melody.
Not knowing what else to do, I tried the knob, the door slowly opening to reveal a dark foyer, a small crystal chandelier above my head shimmering with the faint glow of lit candle sconces on the walls.
The floors were black marble. The walls, from what I could tell a pale grey. A large black-framed mirror hung just to the right of me and I caught sight of my rounded eyes in the reflection.
Such a beautiful house. I couldn’t believe he didn’t have it fully lit just to show off the leather furniture and gleaming silver and crystal vases on the tables.
Legs shaking, I wound my way through the house, inching closer to the room where I knew his piano stood, the music fully swallowing me the closer I got.
Candles were everywhere, all different shapes and sizes, their light dancing across my skin, over the walls, barely illuminating the space.
I turned a corner and froze in place, my gaze locked to Lennon’s body where he sat playing the piano, his nimble hands practically tearing apart the keys.
Shirtless, every muscle was defined beneath his skin, the gleam of sweat caught in the flicker of candlelight at his back.
Still wearing the plaid pants he’d worn in class, he moved with every angry punch of a chord, swayed with every sweep of the melody. The looped ends of his suspenders were lying on the bench on either side of his hips, just the sight of them reminding me how he’d already used them against me.
