Forbidden Keys Under My Skirt - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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It was Mrs. Anderson's day off, which meant she was the one driving me to the piano studio.
She didn't trust leaving Lily home alone, so she dragged her along. With summer break ending soon, Lily needed new clothes and school supplies for the nearby high school she'd be transferring to. After dropping me off, Mrs. Anderson planned to take her shopping before circling back to pick me up.
Only once the car was out of sight did I finally knock.
I held up the pastry box with a grin. "Ta-da! My mom made these from scratch—wanted you to have some."
Adrian smiled. "Thanks."
"Come in."
The second the door shut, his arm snaked around my waist, pinning me against the wood. His smirk was infuriating, eyes glinting with something dangerously close to affection.
I looked away, pulse racing as I squirmed. "You should try the pastries before they get cold—"
Adrian hummed, flipping open the box—only for his expression to twist in regret.
"Milk?"
I nodded.
He shut the lid carefully. "Lactose allergy. Can't risk it. I'll take them home for my family." Then, seamlessly shifting gears: "Speaking of rules… do you remember the studio's?"
"N-no."
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. "Let me refresh your memory."
His hands wasted no time, gripping the plush curve of my ass with shameless amusement. "You've put on weight."
I shot him a glare, only for his palm to slam over my eyes, his voice rough. "Don't look at me like that. You'll get me hard."
I stiffened—then mentally cursed him for being such a bastard.
Blindfolded by his hand, every other sense sharpened. The graze of his fingertips, the whisper of a zipper—
Under his guidance, I hit the milestone he'd set last time. He hoisted me onto the piano, picking up where we'd left off. Except now, he was merciless.
His hands were too skilled, stoking the fire until I was writhing. But he denied me relief, dragging it out with cruel precision. When he pulled away yet again, I shattered, sobbing a plea for him to just end it.
Adrian's dark laugh curled around me. "Patience. Class is starting."
I blinked, dazed. "Class?"
Nothing about this resembled a lesson.
Ignoring me, he lifted me off the piano and planted me on the bench—where I immediately froze. The once-flat seat now had a firm, unmistakable presence beneath me.
Adrian shoved me down.
A moan tore from my throat the second I made contact.
And worse—it moved.
A mechanical rhythm kicked in, slick sounds flooding the studio. I clawed at Adrian's shirt, helpless against the noises spilling from my lips.
He smacked my lower back. "Posture. Hands on the keys. Start simple."
Trembling, I obeyed—but focus was impossible. My body was liquid, the melody fractured.
Adrian's hand cracked against my ass. "Focus. Fail this, and you'll never pass the final."
His voice dropped, rough with command. "Musical synergy. When you connect with the instrument, everything changes. Try again."
I swallowed, forcing my eyes shut.
And—miraculously—it worked.
The notes flowed effortlessly, a natural high thrumming under my skin. This wasn't just practice; it was possession.
Adrian's praise ghosted over my ear. "Good. You're getting it."
Then—a shrill ringtone shattered the spell.
She didn't trust leaving Lily home alone, so she dragged her along. With summer break ending soon, Lily needed new clothes and school supplies for the nearby high school she'd be transferring to. After dropping me off, Mrs. Anderson planned to take her shopping before circling back to pick me up.
Only once the car was out of sight did I finally knock.
I held up the pastry box with a grin. "Ta-da! My mom made these from scratch—wanted you to have some."
Adrian smiled. "Thanks."
"Come in."
The second the door shut, his arm snaked around my waist, pinning me against the wood. His smirk was infuriating, eyes glinting with something dangerously close to affection.
I looked away, pulse racing as I squirmed. "You should try the pastries before they get cold—"
Adrian hummed, flipping open the box—only for his expression to twist in regret.
"Milk?"
I nodded.
He shut the lid carefully. "Lactose allergy. Can't risk it. I'll take them home for my family." Then, seamlessly shifting gears: "Speaking of rules… do you remember the studio's?"
"N-no."
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. "Let me refresh your memory."
His hands wasted no time, gripping the plush curve of my ass with shameless amusement. "You've put on weight."
I shot him a glare, only for his palm to slam over my eyes, his voice rough. "Don't look at me like that. You'll get me hard."
I stiffened—then mentally cursed him for being such a bastard.
Blindfolded by his hand, every other sense sharpened. The graze of his fingertips, the whisper of a zipper—
Under his guidance, I hit the milestone he'd set last time. He hoisted me onto the piano, picking up where we'd left off. Except now, he was merciless.
His hands were too skilled, stoking the fire until I was writhing. But he denied me relief, dragging it out with cruel precision. When he pulled away yet again, I shattered, sobbing a plea for him to just end it.
Adrian's dark laugh curled around me. "Patience. Class is starting."
I blinked, dazed. "Class?"
Nothing about this resembled a lesson.
Ignoring me, he lifted me off the piano and planted me on the bench—where I immediately froze. The once-flat seat now had a firm, unmistakable presence beneath me.
Adrian shoved me down.
A moan tore from my throat the second I made contact.
And worse—it moved.
A mechanical rhythm kicked in, slick sounds flooding the studio. I clawed at Adrian's shirt, helpless against the noises spilling from my lips.
He smacked my lower back. "Posture. Hands on the keys. Start simple."
Trembling, I obeyed—but focus was impossible. My body was liquid, the melody fractured.
Adrian's hand cracked against my ass. "Focus. Fail this, and you'll never pass the final."
His voice dropped, rough with command. "Musical synergy. When you connect with the instrument, everything changes. Try again."
I swallowed, forcing my eyes shut.
And—miraculously—it worked.
The notes flowed effortlessly, a natural high thrumming under my skin. This wasn't just practice; it was possession.
Adrian's praise ghosted over my ear. "Good. You're getting it."
Then—a shrill ringtone shattered the spell.
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