Piano Lessons

by Betty Paper

I was sore from Henry, but still I wanted Aaron. My body reacted to his nearness, my sex becoming wet and my nipples pebbling. As per Henry’s instructions, I wore nothing beneath my dress. Aaron noticed, his hot, hungry gaze raking over me. His free hand gathered my skirt, bunching and lifting it up. His fingers grazed the bare flesh of my thighs. No stockings. No underpants. I was vulnerable to his probing fingers. The front door still stood open, but anyone walking by would only see us standing close together.

  “Is this how he likes it?” he asked, running a finger through the dampening curls between my thighs. “What else does his money buy?”

  “Aaron—” I started.

  He ground his erection against my belly. “What else?”

  “Some exclusivity.”

  “Hmm, which is why I get you used. Sloppy seconds.”

  “It’s not like that.” I went to put my hand on his cheek to soothe him, but he captured it and clamped it together with my other hand against the wall above my head. “You know it isn’t.”

  “The thing is, I don’t.” He slid a finger inside me, then another.

  I gasped and winced a little, my hips projecting forward of their own accord. His sudden directness, born of jealousy or something else—I didn’t know—excited me. I wanted him. Right here in my entryway with the door open. I peeked outside. The street was empty. When I glanced back at him he had a cat-who-got-the-cream smile on his face.

  He used the rhythm he knew I liked to draw me toward my pleasure. Lowering his head, he put his hot mouth on my breast over my dress and sucked hard. I bucked and struggled, not really wanting to get away from him.

  “Aaron,” I weakly protested. “The door.”

  “Will stay open,” he said over my breast, the wet fabric chilling without his mouth on it. “You’re mine. At least for the time I’m paying you. And I want the whole world to know. I want them to watch.”

  Three fingers entered me, pistoning in and out. He still held my hands captive above my head. I writhed against him. A low moan escaped me. He fumbled with the front of his pants, sucking hard at my breast.

  “Hurry,” I panted.

  He freed himself and bent at the knees to get the right angle. His thrust was hard and punishing. He came at me like a man possessed. Sealing his mouth over mine, he caught my screams of desire. Anyone walking or driving by the house could see us. The thought only drove me higher and I broke. Aaron shoved deep and let himself go, clamping his mouth over the love bite on my neck that Henry had given me.

  Panic flooded me at Aaron’s attempt to erase my time with Henry. I pushed at him. He lifted his head.

  “Let me go.” I struggled to punctuate my point.

  He released my hands, but his big body still pinned me to the wall, his manhood buried deep inside me.

  I swung and connected this time. His head jerked to the side. The resounding crack echoed in the confining space.

  He slowly turned his head back toward me. His eyes blazed with unmistakable fire. “You were mine first. You will always be mine.”

  I shook my head. “I’m Johnny’s. Always was. Always will be.”

  He rocked his pelvis, reminding me that he still impaled me. He was still hard. “That’s not Johnny inside you.”

  “Get out.”

  He closed the door, sealing us inside. “You don’t get it.” He pulled out a little and came at me in gentle, easy strokes. “I like having you after he’s had you. I like the smell of him on you and his marks on your body. I like knowing my seed is mixing with his. You got out of that car looking like you’d been ravaged all night long and I was instantly and insanely hard for you. I don’t expect you to understand it. I surely don’t. But I’m dying to see where else he’s been, where else he’s marked you, so I can put my mouth there too.

  “You feel me, Ruby?” He punctuated his point with a long, slow slide that hit deep. “Ain’t never been this hard before. I can hardly see for wanting you. Take your dress off. I want to see the rest of you.”

  His admission shocked and excited me, but I was feeling my night with Henry and Aaron’s earlier assault. “You’ve got to be gentle. I’m sore, Aaron. He had me over and over. I’ve never had it so many times in one night. Please. Please be gentle with me.”

  “Aww, babe. It makes me crazy to hear you talk like that.” He put his mouth by my ear. “Did he bend you over and take you from behind?” I nodded and he growled low in his throat. “Take your dress off.”

  He continued his slow, gentle slide in and out of me as I worked the buttons of my dress. It parted in inches. He couldn’t take his eyes off my fingers and the skin that was gradually revealed. I put my arms back and let it slide to the floor. I was nude now and he was still fully dressed. He traced a soft finger over the love bites Henry had given me.

  “He make you scream his name?”

  Getting into it, I nodded. “I lost count of how many times.”

  A shudder went through him. “I don’t know if I can be gentle with you,” he rasped. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s okay. You’re doing okay. Take me to bed.”

  “He did all this,” he touched the marks, “in bed?”

  “Some of it.”

  I could tell the physical strain of holding back for me was getting to him. “Where else did he have you?”

  “On the piano the first time. On the floor the last time.”

  Sweat beaded his forehead. “And where else in between?”

  “A couch. The bathtub. Against the wall. Bent over the bathroom vanity.”

  “He had you six times last night?”

  “Seven.”

  His muscles bunched. He was hard all over from holding back. “Jesus,” he rasped.

  “You want to bend me over the table, Aaron? You want to take me like he did?”

  “Yeah. Just like he did.” He reluctantly pulled out of me and reached behind him to pull his shirt over his head.

  “Leave it. He stayed dressed the whole time. I want you to do that too.”

  He bobbed his head and swallowed hard, then followed me to the dining room.

  “Push me down,” I instructed. “He was forceful, demanding. And I did everything he told me to do.”

  He swiped his arm across his forehead, wiping away the sweat, then he put a hand on my back and pushed me down. My breasts pressed against the cold wood and made my sore nipples harden further.

  “Widen your legs.”

  I immediately complied and earned a grunt of approval. I yelped at the feel of his mouth on my backside in exactly the same spot as Henry had put his mouth. I began to imagine having both men at once. One at the front of me and one at the back, but I knew Henry would never share me like that.

  Aaron rose and slid his hand up and down my back as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was so excited that he glided easily inside me. Gripping my hips, he made his thrusts. Gentle at first, just the way I’d asked, then more forceful. He matched his fingers to the marks on my waist where Henry had held me and pounded into me.

  “Pull my hair,” I gasped.

  The hungry sound he made as he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled back made my sex flood with renewed desire.

  He really came at me then, knocking my hips against the table and making me wince. I pushed back into him to relieve the pain. That only seemed to spur him on. I cried out, screaming Henry’s name. Aaron came instantly, driving deep into me and releasing his seed a second time. He collapsed over me, his body hot and heavy on mine, but not so I was crushed beneath him. His breath wheezed in and out in harsh pants.

  I was very sore then and just wanted him out of me. “Aaron?”

  He grunted, as though he were incapable of any other sound.

  “Can you release me now?”

  He roused himself and moved off and out of me. I straightened gingerly. I’d been used too many times in too many ways.

  He watched my careful movements with a grimace of regret. “I was too rough.”

>   “I’ll be okay. Nothing a soak in the bath won’t cure.”

  His gaze dropped to the V of my legs. He reached out and swiped a finger through his seed dripping out of me. “He fill you that much? So much that it ran down your legs?”

  I nodded, lying. “In rivers. The sheets were soaked.”

  He palmed his member, which was rallying back at astonishing speed, his gaze hot and hungry once more. “Get on the table.”

  I obeyed.

  “Open your legs. I want to see it flow out of you.”

  I did as he asked, propping each foot on a chair.

  “Tell me what he did to you and how he did it. I want to hear all of it.”

  “He insists I wear no undergarments.”

  He inclined his head, no doubt remembering the state I was in when I arrived.

  “I’m to be unclothed at all times, while he keeps his clothes on. He’s hard all the time. Like you are now. He fed me, worshipped me. Gave me so much pleasure I lost track of time. He insists I be clean. I can’t have been with another man before him. He smells me. That was one of the things he said he liked best about me, how I smell…down there.” I pointed to my sex, which was steeped in Aaron’s seed. It poured out of me into a puddle on the table and beaded in the curls between my legs.

  Aaron grabbed a chair, pulled it close, and sat between my parted thighs. His gaze solely focused on my center. He stroked himself in earnest as he leaned forward and inhaled. I smelled of sex, my own juices, Henry, and Aaron. The scent aroused me. If I could tolerate him once more I’d invite him inside me. But I was really starting to feel the soreness now despite my arousal. Maybe there was a way to satisfy us both.

  “He put his mouth on me there,” I told Aaron. “Several times. He made me cry out over and over. He could spend hours between my thighs, he told me.”

  “You like a man’s mouth on you here?” He traced a light finger across my folds.

  “Very much. Henry is particularly talented in that way. Reminds me of my Johnny.”

  “He taste himself and you?”

  “Many times.” Another lie. I hated keeping the truth from Aaron, but I owed it to Henry to keep his secret. If the roles were reversed I’d do the same for Aaron. It was my duty.

  Aaron lowered his head and breathed me in. He put his hands on my thighs, widening them farther. He seemed obsessed with recreating everything Henry had done to me. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative. He glanced up at me. I nodded in encouragement and leaned back, giving him more access.

  I parted my folds and pointed to the little swollen nub at the top. “Stroke me lightly here. Keep the same rhythm, steady and constant.”

  He did as instructed and soon I was panting. I lay back across the table and took my breasts in my hands, rolling my nipples and increasing the sensations. All the while Aaron stroked himself, changing hands, using my juices to lubricate his organ. It was carnal, sinful, and erotic. Aaron’s inexperience was eclipsed by his tenacity and willingness to follow direction exactly. Soon I writhed on the table, my sighs and mewls mixing with the sucking sound of his hand on his member, his approving moans, and his tongue lapping.

  I tensed and grabbed the back of Aaron’s head as I cried out for Henry. His grunt morphed into a groan and I lifted my head to see his seed pouring over his hand as he pumped out the final spurts. His last act before moving away was to clamp his mouth on the inside of my thigh exactly where Henry had marked me.

  I flopped back on the table, completely spent. I needed a bath and a nap, in that order. Two different men had used me in just about every way possible in the past twenty-four hours.

  I should’ve felt degraded or ashamed. Instead I felt empowered. I’d brought my lovers to their knees to satisfy me. These big, masterful men had practically bent themselves inside out to bring me to pleasure multiple times. There was power in that and I held it.

  Aaron laid his head on my stomach to catch his breath and, I realized, to be close to me. I sifted my fingers through his hair, enjoying the moment. Soon he would be gone and I would be alone again. Without him here, none of it would feel real. Almost as though I’d imagined it all—last night with Henry and Aaron’s reaction to seeing me come home thoroughly ravaged, and everything that had come after. With him here, solid and worshiping, it all was real. And it had happened…to me. I smiled to myself.

  Aaron reluctantly roused himself and raised his head. “What are you smiling at?”

  I ran my fingers through the hair at his temple. “You.”

  “I did good?”

  “You couldn’t tell?”

  “Yeah.” A blush crept up his neck. “I guess I could.” He looked at me for a long moment. Expressions flickered across his face so quickly that I couldn’t catalog them all.

  “What is it?”

  “I intended this to be our last appointment.”

  “Oh.” I sat up. “Why?”

  “I met someone. A woman.” His gaze shifted away. “We’ve gone out a few times. I like her. A lot.”

  I stuffed down my disappointment. I would miss him. Terribly. I smiled and stroked the side of his face. “That’s wonderful, Aaron. I’m so happy for you.”

  “Do you think…?” He cleared his throat and looked up at me. “You could see me still? After you’ve been with him? Not every time, but… You, seeing you…like this…” He gestured toward my well-used body. “I like it. And well, I don’t think…she’s not the kind of woman to… She comes from a good family…works as a teacher… She has a reputation…”

  “And you don’t think she’d want to do the kinds of things you and I do together?”

  He shook his head. “She’s a virgin.”

  “Well, you know, I was a virgin once too, when I met my Johnny. He was gentle and encouraging with me. He taught me a lot, made me feel comfortable and confident. If you could do that for your lady, I don’t see any reason why she wouldn’t open up for you.”

  “You really think so?”

  “I know so. If she loves you and you love her, I don’t see any reason why the two of you can’t have a fulfilling relationship like I did with my Johnny.”

  “It probably wouldn’t be proper then for me to still come to you.”

  “Not if you care for her and you want a life with her. Still coming to see me…well, it might hurt her. You don’t want that, do you?”

  “No.”

  “Do you want to marry her?”

  He considered my question. “Yes. I think I do.”

  “Then maybe this should be goodbye for you and me.”

  He laid his head in my lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I don’t want to give you up.”

  “I know.” I caressed his head. “I don’t want to give you up either. You were my first after my Johnny. You’re special to me. I’ll never forget you.”

  “I’ll never forget you. Or today. Or any of it.”

  We parted with a soft kiss. He didn’t look back as he went down the walk and I didn’t stand in the doorway to watch him go.

  Lesson Eight

  I spent every weekend and two nights a week with Henry. Every moment with him felt like a gift. He saw to my every need, be it carnal, physical or emotional. He lavished me with presents and more pleasure than I could almost bear.

  In return, I played for him. Sitting at his beautiful grand piano, my fingers coaxing music from the keys, was the greatest gift of all. I played modern tunes at his request and the melancholy songs I preferred in my youth. The sadness of the notes always prompted Henry to find new and inventive ways to chase away any lingering blues.

  It got to where I hardly had any time anymore for Jack. He noticed, and protested every chance he got. I felt bad for cutting down his days, but with Henry’s rule there was no help for it. He wasn’t like Aaron. He didn’t like sharing. Which meant that I had to plan my schedule so that there would be at least twelve hours between the time I was with Jack and the time I was with Henry. Once, I’d seen Jack the afterno
on before my night with Henry, and although I’d bathed thoroughly, trying to erase my time with Jack, Henry caught on.

  I’d never seen him so furious. Angry for Henry wasn’t like it was for other men. He grew quiet, deadly calm. His silence scared me more than if he’d shouted and railed. Even more than if he’d punched something the way my father had done when he’d had one of his fits. The walls of my father’s office had taken quite a beating over the years. It seemed there were always men in there patching holes. Which would also set him off. Living with that kind of anger, I learned to get out of the way quickly.

  There was nowhere to go with Henry. We were in his bedroom surrounded by all of that white and he was giving me a most passionate hello kiss when he went eerily still. At first I thought he might have been joking when he’d sniffed me and stood up straighter than a soldier in the middle of unbuttoning my dress, glaring at me with narrowed eyes.

  “You broke my rule.” His voice set off warning sirens inside me. “I can smell him.”

  I opened my mouth to refute it, but he interrupted me.

  “Don’t deny it. Don’t pile lies upon your betrayal. I’m paying for more than your body. I expect your honesty and to follow my simple rules.”

  I clamped my mouth shut. He turned on his heel and left the room. I stood there for several minutes, trying to figure out what to do.

  The door opened again and his butler came into the room. “Mr. Henry has instructed me to bathe you.”

  “Excuse me?”

  He spoke in slow, measured words as if I were simple. “I’ve been instructed to bathe you.”

  I clutched the front of my dress together. “No.”

  “Mr. Henry was very clear.” He said it as though Henry asked him to bathe his guests every day.

  “I don’t care how clear he was. I won’t allow it.”

  “Very well.” He left the room without another word.

  I worked the buttons of my dress, doing them back up as quickly as possible. I didn’t know if Henry would come back or the butler.

  Standing in the middle of the snowstorm room, I had a moment where I suddenly realized where I was and what I was doing. If my parents could see me now, the whore of a rich man, they’d disown me in a flash if they hadn’t already done so. There wouldn’t be enough walls in the world for my father to bash. I thought of my Johnny and the sad look he’d have on his face as he shook his head and reminded me that I was precious, far more special than I’d ever given myself credit for. He’d always thought better of me than I thought of myself. How far I’ve fallen from my days with him.