“Play for me,” I said quietly.
“Play? Play what?”
“Play how you feel about me,” I replied, knowing I was the only one who saw him play. This was my way of making myself feel important in his life.
Daimon sighed as he rose from the bed and headed to the table by the couch near the far end of the bedroom. Daimon no longer played by the window downstairs but in our room with me next to him. Most nights, I would be lulled to sleep by the soft and melancholy notes he’d play.
I hugged my knees to my chest as he started. His notes were higher than usual as he drew the bow across the strings, making the notes last longer. The sounds he created were different than before. It sounded much like a dawn of a new day, bright and unknowing, exciting and exhilarating. I sat listening to him, small tears prickling me eyes as he played his song, a song I’d never heard him play before.
I rose from where I was and leisurely walked in front of him. His muscles tight and taut as he continued to play with his eyes closed, taken in by his music. This was a Daimon that no one but me ever saw. It was an image that would forever stay with me.
I knelt down before him, still listening to his song. I reached for the elastic of his lounge pants and pulled them down, enough so I could see his beautiful cock in front of me. Daimon did not once flinch as he continued to play. I reached for the base of his penis and stroked him softly. I licked my lips eager to taste him. Daimon’s music changed and became much more captivating as his haunting notes lingered in the air.
I closed my eyes and took in the moment. I let the music he created coax me to move. I sucked and licked according to each note he played. He was telling me how he wanted it. It was alluring and erotic. Daimon played harder and faster as I took him in deep inside my mouth, moving to his music. I could feel the heaviness of his cock on my tongue. Daimon then came. He pulsated in my mouth leisurely moving back and forth as the music slowed down. I pulled back, still on my knees as I looked up to see Daimon looking down at me. He smiled devilishly like always.
“My Addie,” he murmured. He placed his violin down onto the table and knelt down before me. “I see my girl loves my song.” He caressed my face, pushing my hair to the side.
“Yes, I loved your song,” I smiled.
“My turn,” he growled as he flung me over his shoulders carrying me to the bed.
“Daimon,” I giggled.
“Yes?” He threw me not so gently down. “What does the woman who rules this heart of mine want?” he said enticingly. But I stayed mute, lost in his wondrous features. “Oh, this is a first. My sexy little Addie without a thing to say. That’s okay. All I want to hear is you moaning and calling out my name, begging me to stop when you want me to go further.” He crawled across my body unhurried as he watched me closely.
“I’m not going to beg,” I tried to say defiantly, knowing I was in a losing battle.
“You will. You fucking will,” he murmured alluringly.
My Surprise for Daimon
“Don’t pout,” Daimon said to me as we sat at the breakfast table. “It’s not your fault I’m a great lover. So I made you beg? So what?” he shrugged, laughing at me.
“Screw off,” I grumbled, picking up my orange juice.
“Oh, Addie is in a bad mood,” he teased.
“If Daimon doesn’t stop, Addie is going to make him pay,” I threatened.
“How?” he mocked.
“Okay. No more Addie specials.” I turned my back to him.
“Addie specials?” he questioned.
“No BJs babe, not one. You keep it up and I’ll be the one making you beg for my hot sweet mouth around your cock, licking it from the base to the tip, and then taking it deep inside my mouth, so you could feel the back of my throat,” I said calmly and seductively. I watched as his nostrils flared and his eyes grew deep with the images I described.
He brought his hand to his mouth, massaging his jaw as he let out a heavy sigh. “You are really a bad little girl, giving me a fucking hard-on just before I go to work,” he gritted out.
“And you are a bad little boy, who likes to tease too much. Perhaps you shouldn’t tease so much and you wouldn’t have such a hard-on.” I smiled a sexy little smile.
“Bad girls get punished,” he offered, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me.
“Bad girls like getting punished,” I said, still smiling. Daimon looked away, finally losing to me.
“I have to go to work,” he grumbled as he stood up.
I reached quickly and grazed the front of his suit pants. “Have a good day at work, Daimon,” I giggled as I drank my juice, hearing him grumbling something as he left and stood by the elevators. I knew exactly what I would do tonight to Daimon.