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She rapped the offending digits with a harsh slap, and I jerked them back, horrified that she might end our game before it started.

She pursed her lips and shook her head. “Disappointing me already. You do exactly as I say, and there will be no second chances if you mess this up. Give me a fucking safe word and this time, don’t argue.”

Her tone sent a shiver down my spine and my cock pressed against my jeans. My mind scrambled to find a word we could use to make sure Tully continued.

“Pianissimo.”

Tully gave me a smile, brilliant and wide, before she remembered she was supposed to be more domineering. The glee slid off, but her eyes still danced. If I could bottle up that expression, it might cure me. What had changed for her to give me this gift?

“You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” She slapped her palm on my cheek and stood up.

My back was straight as I waited.

She ran her fingers down the piano keys, cutting me a curious look.

“I’m touching your piano. How does that make you feel?”

“You can do anything you want,” I assured her, but my left eye twitched, especially when she slammed her hands down on the delicate keys.

Tully wriggled out of her panties and slid her hands up her milky thighs. The oversized hoodie she wore swamped her body and her fingers disappeared. She let out a soft sigh as she held out two fingers, glistening with slick.

“Do you want a taste?”

It took every single bit of discipline not to fall forward and snatch the sopping digits in my mouth.

“Yes,” I said, and whimpered as she cleaned them with her own tongue instead.

I wanted to drown in her, make her scream. I wanted to please her more than I wanted breath in my lungs. Maybe it was easier to capitulate with her than with Walden, because I knew she understood.

She was an omega. Her nature drove her to submit.

But here she towered over me, a queen, in every sense. Tully stepped onto the bench and crawled onto the piano, wedging herself against the music stand. Her feet flexed at the end as she tucked her hoodie into her bra and widened her legs. Her perfect pussy was wet, pink, and desperate for my mouth.

“Come.” She nodded to the seat.

I stumbled to the bench. Her mouthwatering scent flooded my nostrils, and I let out a hungry moan. Tully spread her lips open and ran the tips of her fingers through her arousal. My mouth fell open, but she only hovered them inches from my mouth.

I said nothing, too frightened of her deciding this was too much.

“Play a song for this pussy. I’m going to touch myself until I think you’ve done well enough.”

My fingers rose over the keys, and I froze for a moment. Short-circuited more than anything. My brain overloaded with the possibilities of pleasure and pain, too much all at once. But as Tully’s brow drew together, I obeyed. I hadn’t played something beautiful in years. It was beyond me. Impossible to find the right notes when my hand curled, unresponsive.

My fingers fell, and the cool, smooth surface of the keys felt like a new beginning.

Tully circled her clit in front of me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered and slick dripped from her pussy down the crack of her ass and onto the piano. The slow slide of it mesmerized me as I played my first note.

A sound like a drop of water on a moonlit lake. My fingers glided to the next key. How could I not play for the beauty in front of me? Tully’s wet folds bared, her fingers pressed against her pink flesh.

Her moans became a duet to my music.

Untimely clashes hurt my ears, and I winced every time I made a mistake. But I didn’t stop. I pushed into the imperfect melody and found the magic I’d been missing for years. My right foot pressed on the pedal, needing the chord to ring out a little longer.

The room swelled with our music and heat pricked the back of my eyes.

Tully’s slick dripped onto the keys, and as my hands flew across them, they slipped. Fuck. The tempo shifted, rising with a crescendo underneath. The energy coursing through my body exploded onto the piano. My hands and fingers ached as I gave up trying to sound perfect.