Forbidden Keys Under My Skirt - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The delicate fabric pooled on the navy-blue carpet like a drowning dove. A sharp pang of sorrow pierced through me. Standing completely bare before a man I'd just met, my heart pounded with nervous energy.
Adrian's expression softened slightly, his gaze turning more intense. "Continue."
I drew a shaky breath and let the last scraps of fabric slip away. His eyes roamed over me with deliberate thoroughness, mapping every inch. My emotions twisted into knots as I dropped my gaze, unable to hold his stare.
"Crawl to me."
The command jolted through me like electricity. My head jerked up, eyes wide with shock. Adrian simply watched, unmoving. I'd already come this far - backing out now would be pathetic.
Gritting my teeth, I bent my stubborn spine and obeyed. The carpet scraped against my sensitive skin as I inched forward. Within moments, my palms and knees bloomed angry red. By the time I reached him, my pale skin bore crimson streaks like some shameful artwork.
He caught my chin with one finger, tilting my face up. His thumb stroked my cheek approvingly. "Good girl."
That condescending tone burned with humiliation - yet when I met his striking gaze, something deeper stirred inside me. I mentally kicked myself for responding to his magnetism.
The man stood nearly naked himself now, with just one final barrier remaining. Kneeling there with my chin trapped, I carefully kept my eyes averted. One wrong glance and I'd be staring directly at—
Adrian's arm suddenly wrapped around my waist. Every instinct screamed to pull away, but I remembered his rule: no resistance. I stayed rigid as he lifted me effortlessly onto a high stool.
Retrieving a cello from across the music room, he asked, "Your mother mentioned you play?" I gave a wary nod.
"Perfect. I'm quite skilled myself." He brought the instrument closer - far too close for normal playing. In one smooth motion, he wedged his leg between mine, forcing my knees apart.
Exposed. Vulnerable. The slightest breeze would have been torture.
The cello's polished surface pressed flush against me, unforgiving. His hand at my back adjusted the angle relentlessly as I clenched my jaw against threatening tears.
Only when the strings brushed my most sensitive flesh did he pause. Adrian gazed down, captivated. "Beautiful."
My face burned. Was he praising the instrument or...?
He finally drew the bow across the strings. Rich notes filled the room - and so did the vibrations. Though the music played gently, the effect was devastating. Pleasure crashed through me in relentless waves.
I bit my lip bloody to stay silent, but my body arched and shuddered with every stroke. Adrian's lips curved in satisfaction even as his playing grew more aggressive.
The strings trembled violently. A broken whimper escaped me as tears spilled over. "Slower... Professor Lowell, please—slower!"
Adrian's expression softened slightly, his gaze turning more intense. "Continue."
I drew a shaky breath and let the last scraps of fabric slip away. His eyes roamed over me with deliberate thoroughness, mapping every inch. My emotions twisted into knots as I dropped my gaze, unable to hold his stare.
"Crawl to me."
The command jolted through me like electricity. My head jerked up, eyes wide with shock. Adrian simply watched, unmoving. I'd already come this far - backing out now would be pathetic.
Gritting my teeth, I bent my stubborn spine and obeyed. The carpet scraped against my sensitive skin as I inched forward. Within moments, my palms and knees bloomed angry red. By the time I reached him, my pale skin bore crimson streaks like some shameful artwork.
He caught my chin with one finger, tilting my face up. His thumb stroked my cheek approvingly. "Good girl."
That condescending tone burned with humiliation - yet when I met his striking gaze, something deeper stirred inside me. I mentally kicked myself for responding to his magnetism.
The man stood nearly naked himself now, with just one final barrier remaining. Kneeling there with my chin trapped, I carefully kept my eyes averted. One wrong glance and I'd be staring directly at—
Adrian's arm suddenly wrapped around my waist. Every instinct screamed to pull away, but I remembered his rule: no resistance. I stayed rigid as he lifted me effortlessly onto a high stool.
Retrieving a cello from across the music room, he asked, "Your mother mentioned you play?" I gave a wary nod.
"Perfect. I'm quite skilled myself." He brought the instrument closer - far too close for normal playing. In one smooth motion, he wedged his leg between mine, forcing my knees apart.
Exposed. Vulnerable. The slightest breeze would have been torture.
The cello's polished surface pressed flush against me, unforgiving. His hand at my back adjusted the angle relentlessly as I clenched my jaw against threatening tears.
Only when the strings brushed my most sensitive flesh did he pause. Adrian gazed down, captivated. "Beautiful."
My face burned. Was he praising the instrument or...?
He finally drew the bow across the strings. Rich notes filled the room - and so did the vibrations. Though the music played gently, the effect was devastating. Pleasure crashed through me in relentless waves.
I bit my lip bloody to stay silent, but my body arched and shuddered with every stroke. Adrian's lips curved in satisfaction even as his playing grew more aggressive.
The strings trembled violently. A broken whimper escaped me as tears spilled over. "Slower... Professor Lowell, please—slower!"
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