The dim lights from out bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows mixing with the pink smoke, casting Amanda's sweat-sheened skin in gold. I had her bent over the polished marble grand piano—her elbows braced on the cool, glossy surface, silk robe puddled around her waist.
The air hummed with the phantom echoes of earlier screams, thick with jasmine and sex.
"Beg." My voice cut through the haze—low, resonant.
Amanda's breath hitched. Her knuckles whitened on the piano lid. "Peter, I—"
"Beg for it, Amanda." My palm slid up the curve of her spine; fingers splayed between her shoulder blades. I pressed down—not forcing her flat, but anchoring her. Submitting her.
Her head dropped forward, auburn hair shielding her face. A tremor ran through her thighs. "Please..." The word cracked. "Please... fuck my cunt with that giant cock... STRETCH ME."
