Dark Notes

by Pam Godwin

I’m here to teach her, and that doesn’t include instructions on how to properly suck my cock.

It’s universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes.

He doesn’t temper the hunger in his expression, but doesn’t act on it, either. It’s as if he’s letting it build naturally while keeping it contained.

“You’re mine. That means every inch of your gorgeous body, every thought in your head, and every word out of your mouth impacts me.

I’ve never been with someone so powerful and confident, who can also remain calm enough to touch me like this.

He’s not forcing me. He’s empowering me with a choice, an offer to take me somewhere exciting when no one else has ever bothered to care.

When I’m with him, the bruises inside me tuck themselves away. Or maybe they fade. I can’t feel them or the fear they ignite.

Sex doesn’t have to conform to society’s standards to be sane. It doesn’t have to be slow and tender to be safe. And it doesn’t have to be free of leather cuffs to be consensual.

“Can we shave this thing?” I shout toward the back room. The creak of her footsteps pauses. “I thought you didn’t like shaved pussies.”

She got jokes now

“So is your attitude.” I shut the locker and step around her. “But I’m deeply touched by how closely you pay attention to me. Brings new light on our friendship. Maybe we can go shopping and have sleepovers.”

Damn girl! Where did this attitude come from ?

“There’s not an audience in the world big enough to contain you. But you need one passionate enough to hold you.”

“I’ve had my fingers in your cunt, my cock in your mouth, and your taste on my lips. I’m the only person on the planet who knows how beautiful you look when you come. All those freckles on your thighs, the sounds you make when you sleep, the passion you evoke with a piano, everything about you is priceless and irreplaceable. So I’m going to wrap you in nice things and protect you in a safe car. And you are going to thank me with those gorgeous lips around my dick when you get home.”

Yes sir 🤭

have two names in my contact list. Stogie and LordandMaster.

Familiar black straps hook underneath the piano, stretch across the black top, and attach to leather cuffs near the keyboard. My pulse skyrockets, and my gaze flicks back to his face.

I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. Not just her body. I want her everything. She is the strongest emotion I’ve ever felt.

As he curves his tongue through my folds, the piano vibrates to the tune of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana.

With my arms and legs hooked around him, I cling to the pillar of his torso. This brutal man is my home. His hell is my heaven. I’m his Ivory, and he’s my darkest note.

“Let’s go home and take care of your pussy.” I grin into the kiss. “Schubert?” “Him, too.”

“My dad claimed he didn’t just hear the notes when he played. He could see them curling through the air like scrollwork. Every song was a graphical image in his mind, and he drew those embellishments in the margins of his music sheets.”

I’m no prince, but when I’m buried inside Ivory, I will always come.

LOL

“A brother is supposed to protect his sister. Stand up to bullies for her. Walk through fucking fire for her.”

He’s strumming a better song, our song, set to the tempo of our breaths and beating hearts.