The dim yellow light of a chinoiserie table lamp illuminated the off-white pages as I quietly read my poetry assignment. I was sitting comfortably all snuggled up with Belzar on a big floral victorian couch. The living room was rather large and matched the outdated look of the rest of the house. The same dingy maroon wallpaper that lined the foyer covered the walls, meeting with the intricately carved designs that stretched across the ceiling. Large marble pillars line the elegantly designed fireplace and wooden panes decorated the large windows that faced the lake outback.
At least two hundred books were lining the shelves and piled up all around the room. They lined the walls and stretched all the way out to the old sumptuous-looking black, midnight blue, and tan oriental rug. All of them were occult-themed, making it obvious that the guy clearly had a peculiar obsession.
The only sounds in the room were from the whistling wind gently blowing the heavy black drapes that cloaked the windows, and the soft turning of pages. Ashton sat in a chair across the room from me, silently reading his own book. It was obvious that he had wanted to sit next to me, but Belzar beat him to it and took up most of the couch. He had scowled at the fluffy pupper, and if ever a dog could smirk, that was defiantly the look Belzar had given him in return.
I shivered a bit from the breeze, and Ashton seemed to instantly notice. He got up and gently shut the open window. I gave him a small smile as he strolled back over to his chair.
“Are you enjoying your poetry?” He asked, breaking the silence with his deep baritone voice.
“Yeah, I am, actually. I’m reading ‘The Song of Hiawatha’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Have you ever read it?”
“I have. It’s beautifully written, but I wasn’t a fan of the ending.” He sat back down in his chair while gazing over at me with a smile.
I noticed that hidden away in the corner behind him was an old violin, with beautiful vine-like carvings decorating the sides.
“That’s a beautiful looking violin over there. Do you play?” I asked with my book in my hands while tilting my head curiously to the side.
He turned around to glance at the poor neglected instrument. “I do every now and then to kill time.” He turned back around to look at me. “What about you?”
“I play a little, but I only know a few songs.” I shyly admitted, while subconsciously hiding half of my face behind my book so that just my eyes were peering over at him.
“Would you like to try it out?” He grinned and lifted a brow at me.
“No thank you, I’d much rather hear you play.”
I hadn’t played in a long time, and I certainly didn’t want to embarrass myself by producing the cacophonous sound of a thousand rabid screech owls scratching around on a bunch of dry chalkboards in a savage discordant frenzy.
“Alright, as you wish.”
He chuckled as he stood and picked up the violin. He spent a few minutes fidgeting with the pegs to make sure it was in tune, as I eagerly watched, waiting to hear him play.
“Have you ever heard ‘The Devil’s Trill’ by Giuseppe Tartini?” His eyes remained on the small curved instrument in his hands, as he gently plucked at the strings to hear if the correct notes would be produced.
“Well yeah, of course I have, but there’s no way you could possibly play that. It’s way too complicated!” I teased.
“Oh really? Is that so?” He looked up at me with a raised brow and smirked. “I’ll tell you what, let’s make a deal then.. If I can play the entire sonata without faltering, you and I will play with the violin together... However, if I lose, you get to pick my punishment.” His eyes twinkled in a devilish manner as he vigorously rosined up the bow.
“Deal.” I quickly said with a smug look on my face.
I’m totally going to make this guy get a silly perm and wear a colorful jester hat for a whole week...
There’s no fucking way he could play that whole thing without messing up. It’s one of the hardest pieces out there, so this should be good...
He wickedly grinned at me as he held the violin up to his chin. He pressed the slender bow against the lustrous strings and began to play... My jaw just about hit the floor... The first mournful sounding notes flawlessly poured out into the room, as he gracefully danced his large fingers on the neck of the delicate instrument. He worked it like a true virtuoso, switching between the hauntingly velvet melodies to the shrill quavering crescendos of the sinuous sonata.
The yellowed hairs of the bow gracefully glided over the silvery strings, filling the room with the sound of pure musical perfection. I was completely flabbergasted. He made eye contact with me and smugly smiled as he continued to play. Every note was filled with passion and raw emotion, yet his arrogant smirk contrasted the ambiance that the music created.
That fucking cheater!
He only made this stupid bet because he was confident that he would win! I crossed my arms and glared over at him as he drew out the last powerful note. I knew that I had lost, and I was suddenly grateful that I hadn’t bet on anything major.
The music stopped and he gave me a devilish smirk. “I win.” He smugly teased with his features twisting into a wide wicked grin.
“Yeah, yeah, Okay. Fair enough. So, what song are we going to play then?” I dismissively waved my hand at him and looked over at the wall. I tried to seem unimpressed, but I was secretly very impressed.
He swiftly prowled over to me like a predator perusing its prey and stood imposingly over me. Belzar suddenly jumped off the couch and quickly scurried into the other room... Whelp... That can’t be a good sign... He leaned down and bent his menacing face close to mine with a sinister chuckle.
“We’re not going to play a song, Buttercup. Although, you will be making lots of noises that will sound like music to my ears” His voice was husky and laced with lust.
Oh, snap...
“Oh, I-uh, umm.. well-”
My incoherent rambling was cut off because his large arm suddenly swooped me up, and single-handedly threw me over his shoulder. He had one hand on my butt and the violin in the other, as he carried me up the stairs like a horny caveman, and brought me into the bedroom. I was ungracefully thrown down onto the foot of the bed with a small bounce. He walked over to the dresser and pulled a coil of rope and a black blindfold out of the top drawer. My eyes bulged out of my head at the sight, and I was suddenly seriously regretting my decision to come here.
“W-what are you doing with those?” I nervously asked. I must have looked like a helpless little rabbit in the presence of a big hungry wolf.
“Take off your clothes.” He commanded while looking menacingly over at me.
“Wait, are you actually serious?” I leaned back as he began to intimidatingly walk over to me.
He reached down and dominantly grabbed my chin. “I’m very serious, actually.” He said directly into my ear, and forcefully licked up the side of my cheek. Then in one swift swoop, he suddenly ripped my dress off over my head and smashed his lips against mine in a quick but violent kiss.
Holy smokes...
“Now take your underwear off.” He darkly commanded.
I gazed over at him with wide fearful eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was more afraid of, him, or the fact that I wanted him to fuck me again. I slowly unlatched my black bra to reveal my plump round breasts and nervously slid my matching panties down to the floor. His eyes burned with lust as they raked over my naked body, causing me to feel both terrified and excited.
“Beautiful.” He silkily purred.
He grabbed my wrists and used one end of the soft rope to quickly tie them together like a pro. The other end of the rope was thrown over the thick wooden beam of the canopy, like a swift swiveling streamer. He pulled it taut and tied it, forcing my arms to stretch above my head, causing me to let out a little whimper.
“What are you doing?” I felt rather frightened, since I was now practically hanging from the bed, and completely exposed before him.
A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he grabbed the violin bow. He began slowly pacing back at forth in front of me while menacingly hitting it repeatedly into the palm of his hand like a sadistic madman. His crazed eyes watched me with a darkly lustful almost demonic gaze.
“You and I are going to play with the violin, as we agreed upon.” He harshly stated in a dark evil tone.
Oh god.
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