Page 34 of Grand Master

WHAT DO YOU NEED?

The dining room was already alive when I stepped through the double doors. To my surprise, I waited thirty minutes after saying goodbye to Nemesis to see if his gift had any side effects. I felt at ease stepping through the double doors. I was welcomed by the sound of Mira playing her violin.

All calmness left me soon as my eyes landed on her in the middle of my polished floor.

She robbed me of all thoughts, as I took in the black silk gown flowing down to the floor.

Her violin was cradled against her should, she drew the bow slowly as the notes filled the space between us with a perfect melody.

Mira’s thick wavy hair framed her face and fell past her shoulders.

Her eyes stayed half closed, she was lost in the sound she was playing.

My gaze shifted past her, three of my owls perched along the iron beam above the room.

They watched her in silence; their eyes reflected back the fire from the candles.

I noticed their bodies were abnormally still tonight, heads tilted slightly in rhythm with her music.

My owls were caught in Mira’s spell, except Josie.

Josie lifted off the perch without a sound, her wings spread wide as her feathers sliced through the cold air.

She circled around the room once, I noticed Mira didn’t stop playing.

She must have grown used to Josie’s abrupt moving.

Josie descended and landed right on my shoulder.

Her talons gripped the fabric of my tailored jacket, light but firm.

I glanced over at her; she tilted toward Mira… That was Josie’s approval.

If Josie truly didn’t like someone, she would claw their eyes out. She was the most violent out of the rest.

I stood still with Josie, letting the sound of Mira’s melodies wash over me.

It felt like everything inside of me went still.

The chaos that usually pressed against my ribs eased, like her playing had unlocked a secret door inside of my chest to let the storm spill out.

That was the shift, my owls felt it too.

I could see it in the way they stayed calm, feather smooth, eyes fixed on her like they appreciated being blessed by the sound.

I took in every detail of Mira, the way her gown clung to her curves.

The contrast of the black silk against her beautiful nutmeg complexion.

Her lips parted slightly as she breathed through the music, she was unguarded, vulnerable in every sense.

Her body swayed with each note, it wasn’t rehearsed nor practiced.

Josie clicked her beak once before I uttered the word.

“Beautiful.”

The note she played broke, her bow faltered as her big eyes flew open, locking on me. Mira froze in the middle of the dining room; violin still cradled against her shoulder. Her chest rose and fell quickly, as she batted those pretty eyes my way with baited breaths.

Josie stayed balanced on my shoulder, her feathers brushed against my jaw. My other owls shifted but remained where they were, watching Mira then watching me.

“What’s the name of that song?” I asked as I walked towards her.

“It’s umm…Giveon. The song is called Bleeding.” She answered me timidly.

I stopped in front of her; I inhaled the soft sweet scent that radiated off of her.

“You like his music?” I asked, eyes roaming her luscious body.

“I do, his voice is what I love…it’s soulful and deep along with his story telling through music.” She offered me a small smile.

“Are you hungry, Mira?” Heat rushed right to my dick.

“N—not really. I was a little, umm…anxious about our dinner, and me playing for you tonight…oh and being back in your room?—”

“Our room.” I corrected her.

“Yeah, our room.” Her eyes went to the ceiling.

Mira bit into her bottom lip then took in a deep breath. She carefully leaned down to place her violin right on the dinner table.

“Look, Kenric…I feel a lot of confliction. It’s like you put me under some sort of spell. I don’t know if it’s what you did to me?—”

She stuttered and stopped talking soon as I dropped down to my knees. I reached up and touched her stomach. Her body quivered from my touch.

“Keep talking little owl.” I clicked my teeth and like clockwork Josie flew off my shoulder.

“You kidnapped me, because umm—you were smitten with the way I played back at the club…It’s uhh wrong…” Her words halted when I grabbed the slit of her dress and pulled at it until it ripped off of her body completely.

Tilting my head back, I took in her full mouthwatering figure. Fuck dinner and fuck her logic right now.

“Yes, it’s very wrong what I did, Mira. Just like wearing no panties underneath a beautiful gown such as the one you had on is wrong.” I grumbled.

“Why the fuck did you wear a bra?” I asked sharply, disappointed that her titties didn’t bounce free when I rid her of the gown.

“My titties sag horribly with no bra; I needed them sitting up in the gown.” She confessed.

Right then and there, I saw the insecurities shining brightly in her big innocent eyes.

“Let them sag, I love that shit.” I admitted.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the bottom of her stomach that tried to hide the top of her fat pussy.

I couldn’t resist my urges. I would have to talk to Nemesis about the first day of me taking the new medicine he provided.

It wasn’t working, my impulsiveness was on a thousand right now.

I wanted to devour Mira. I wouldn’t be able to sit across the dinner table from her and make small talk.

Her pussy called my name; I could smell her arousal. She needed me, I needed her.

My hand grabbed at the bottom of her stomach; I lifted it and finally set my eyes on the top of her pussy. I didn’t need it bald, the hair brought more beauty to it, beauty that couldn’t be defined if it was waxed.

“You didn’t think of yourself ruining the dress?” I asked licking my lips.

“Well, you ruined the dress.” She replied.

“You wanted me too, right?” I finally looked up at her. I challenged her with my eyes to lie. She surprised me when she admitted to what I already knew.

“I did.” She released a frustrated breath.

“Mira, I have to be upfront with you…unless you say no, I won’t stop. I’m hungry for you…all of you. I’ve waited long enough…so if you’re not hungry for food right now, I’m ready to feel the pulse of your pussy all over my dick.” I said ready to dive right in.

“I’m scared Kenric…Scared that I might love it and then I’ll convince myself that it’s okay for me to stay here with you and be stuck. I might not have much, but I don’t imagine myself being locked away from the light. I’ve been trying to find the light in my life since my mom, Mmm?—”

I kissed her navel then licked down to the bottom of her stomach.

“Keep talking to me, little owl.” I skimmed my fingers along the top of her juicy thighs.

“I just?—”

I slipped my fingers between the damp crease of her slick folds. My dick twitched in my pants as I slid my finger inside of her snug tunnel.

“K-Kenricc.” She gasped and gushed out for me.

“You talk a lot, but I think your pussy talks more.” I said lowly, pressing the pad of my finger against her G-spot.

Her hands shot out; she grabbed my shoulders to balance herself. I wanted her to fall apart before my eyes then snatch her soul when she least expected.

“Talk little owl…are do you want her to talk?” I pressed the pad of my thumb against her swollen clit while my finger kept teasing at her sensitive spot.

“I—I want her to talk.” She surrendered.

Good fucking girl…

I could listen to her speak all day, the softness of her voice and the way she looked me in the eyes drove me insane. Right now, I wanted to deepen the connection through her portal. Everything about Mira was a slow burn that I wanted to ignite.

“That’s what I’ve been waiting for, are you willing to let her talk to me all night? In here? And anywhere else?” I asked losing all restraint.

“Yes, Kenric.” She moaned the words out.

I stood, towering over her short frame. I pulled her against my body and unsnapped her bra.

My stomach growled watching her titties fall free.

I looked down at her pouted juicy lips then grabbed a fistful of hair, turning her around, I made her bend over the dining table.

Mira’s head laid right next to the butter rolls.

“Spread your cheeks apart.” I demanded.

Slowly, her hands reached back, she spread her ass cheeks apart and I lost all self-control.

I kicked her feet apart and bowed to her ass.

Kissing the top, I flicked my tongue over the crease that parted her cheeks.

I swirled my tongue greedily down to her forbidden hole until I worked my way down to her gushing center.

“Oh!” she cried out.

I buried my nose in her ass letting her intoxicating essence fill my nostrils as my tongue lapped along her pussy lips. My tongue sunk into her contracting center as I felt her thrash against the dinner table. I needed her to lose her mind, her senses and surrender her soul to me.

I edged her towards her orgasm, purposely pressing the tip of my nose in and out of her ass. Inhaling her pussy, my tongue left her tunnel to lap at her clit over and over. Mira became frantic, chasing an orgasm that belonged to me.

My hand came down hard on the top of her ass, she whispered please. A call for mercy, but I had none to give. The start of her conversation earlier enraged me. She still felt like I was wrong, now it was my turn to prove her wrong even if it meant going against my initial plan.

Shake up her entire world, make her cum as many as times I want her to then set her free so she can come looking for me… My eyes widened at that thought as I continued to drink her down. I closed my eyes and savored her flavor but then the chess pieces in my mind started to move across my board.

Yes, set her free…she’ll feel me and want to come back…