She sat up straight, eyes down cast as she ran her fingers along the cold, white keys. Her lips parted as she breathed slowly, her bare chest rising and falling. She glanced at Him over her shoulder and blushed. He just sat there in His big leather chair with His cane hanging from the arm of the chair. Watching her as she sat on the dark oak bench. Naked. She looked back at the keys and began to stroke them again, a little harder this time. Closing her eyes and leaning her upper body forward, she began to play. The music softly filled the room as she let out a slow, soft sigh. It was her happy place. Where she found solitude. Her music was her home and she was lost without it. But He allowed her to play when she behaved. He allowed her to escape her world and enter that of Chopin, Beethoven and so many more. She stopped playing and allowed her fingers to linger on the keys. She heard His footsteps and moved her hands down to her thighs, resting them palm up and waiting quietly, a small smile dancing across her lips.
"Why did you stop?" He asked softly, as He tapped her with His cane, His lips against her neck. She jerked and sat up straighter, not wanting to feel the sting of the cane upon her soft skin. She began to play again as He stood behind her. He crossed His arms and watched her a moment before tapping her ass lightly with His cane. She jumped and began to play more earnestly, her fingers dancing along the keys. Her body rocked with the music, a mixture of pain, harmony and agony. Her breathing was a bit more labored as she allowed her body to become part of the music. He smiled and took a seat, His eyes on her body, her fingers, her arms. He appreciated her commitment to the music, the way it took her over. If at all possible, it made her even more beautiful.
She stopped again and it took Him a moment to realize she was quietly crying. He got up and moved towards her, His cane forgotten on the arm of His chair. He gently moved her over on the bench and took her hands in His. He bent down and kissed each finger, gently. Quietly professing His feelings for her as He calmed her. Her sobs quieted but the tears didn't stop falling. He watched her a moment before His fingers rested on the keys. He took a deep breath and began playing for her, His fingers dancing as He shut His eyes. As she wiped her eyes she scooted closer to Him, her eyes on His fingers. His fingers moved with a slow elegance that reminded her why she wanted Him. Wanted His kindness, His care. Wanted His discipline, His order. The rituals. She wanted the Man who played the piano when it hurt too much to. She wanted the man who took care of her by hurting her. She wanted Him. Bad.
He finished the song and opened His eyes, His breathing rapid. He looked at her and smiled softly before getting up and moving back to His chair. He took a hold of His cane and turned towards her. Her eyes were big as she watched Him, racking her brain as to why He was about to strike her. The cane came down sharply on her bottom and she stiffed a cry. Her tear stained eyes searched His as He stood a bit taller, taking a ragged breath He mutter, "Don't stop playing. Keep playing." She nodded and her hands returned to the keys, playing a soft song as she cried softly. The cane both hurt and soothed her, her body fully entwined with the music now. A bright red line appeared at the top of her cheeks, His eyes watched it darken a moment before He reached down to stroke the line as she played, causing her to jump and goose bumps to rise along her skin. Her breathing ragged and her tears slowing as she felt His fingers on her. Instantly wet, she stopped playing for a heartbeat before quickly started again. He tsked, shook His head and brought the cane down on her bottom again. She cried out this time and doubled over while playing, Her fingers not stilling but the music going soft before it picked up again. She was determined to show Him what a good girl she could be. She was determined to draw compliments from His lips as He watched her play. She was determined to please Him.
He sat back down and shut His eyes. He took in the music and each note she played. He opened His eyes and watcher her back. The way it arched going in and out of the notes. The notes that seemed to dance out of her fingers and onto the keys effortlessly. He rested His cane against the leg of the chair and stroked His clothed cock slowly, her beauty almost too much for Him. Removing His hand He got up again and walked over towards her. His hand rested on her shoulder and she stilled instantly. Smiling He snapped His fingers and like a graceful cat she lifted herself from the piano bench and knelt on the floor, legs spread wide, hands palm up and eyes on Him. A soft smile adorned her lips and her eyes were adoring. He smiled and leaned down to stroke her cheek gently, praising her softly.
