Not a Piano Lesson

The teacher keeps time, taps the lid of a piano with her fine metal wand. Lina plays the scale of E-flat with her eyes closed, fingers blurring, mind elsewhere. Now the relative minor, ringing twinkling arpeggios across three octaves of the baby grand. Knees drift further apart, feet spread wider. She's a naked blonde playing piano in her loft apartment, wet with anticipation. Vibrations beneath her fingertips fire memories of vibrations on stiff nipples.

The tapping stops. Without warning, the keylid drops onto Lina's fingers.

The jarring sound of discord is expressive enough. It hurts! Lina breathes hard, tears stinging, sharp pain in the small bones, heat swelling her spread pussy lips. She keeps her eyes down.

The teacher sets a metronome ticking.

Warm breath tickles the nape of Lina's neck. Playful teeth pinch the meat of her shoulder. She whimpers, leans into the game. The silver wand teases her nipples hard. Lina spreads her knees wider, begging without words.

Teacher grabs her hair, rags her by her soft blonde curls until her scalp starts burning. Lina's breath comes faster. Teacher kneads her firm tits, hurting the muscles beneath. The keylid scrapes her knuckles as she's pulled all the way back until her hair brushes the floor.

"Oh Miss!" Lina presses her eyes shut tight but regret is useless, the student's promise is already broken. Miss Denise presses her ripe cunt up against Lina's upturned face. The short hairs feel rough against her lips. Eagerly Lina begins to suckle, relieved to occupy her rebellious tongue.

"I expect a better effort, slut."

Lina slows down, ignores the metronome, breathes through the burning stretch in her back and thighs. She tongues steadily up and down the length of her teacher's slit, playing between the folds. The little clit is buried but with patience, Lina teases it to fullness. Miss Denise's heavy breathing brings a smile to Lina's face.

Kissing the sweet nub, catching it daintily between her teeth, Lina flicks her tongue over it as fast as she can until her teacher crushes both her tits and groans deep and low.

"Oooh! You brazen little fuck!"

Lina keeps her mouth wide open, and her eyes tight shut.

Tick tick tick, andante.

Lina waits, bruised hands resting limply on the floor.

The girl keens softly as her teacher's court shoes tread heavily onto her fingers. First the left hand, then the right. Her wet pussy lips are fingered open, stretched aside. Then at last, the wand slides up her smallest hole. Lina's quiet moans become shrill as the steel sound penetrates deeper. Wider. Nothing is forcing Lina to keep silent or hold the painful position, but her promises to Miss Denise. Promises she's only half able to keep.

"You can't. Fucking. Shut. Up. Can you? Huh?"

"Haaa!"

Fuck! Fuck her pussy hurts so good, little daggers cut through from her clit to her naval as the sound keeps time with her cruel teacher's words.

"Take it, little bitch."

"Mmm! Shiiiit! Pleeease Miss!"

"Fuck your little piss hole, dirty little bitch. You do NOT have permission."

Teacher stops fucking but the rod stays deep. A body cannot piss metal, but it still tries. Her hands throb, her pussy spasms. Lina's tears are silent now, a rare gift to her teacher.

The clamp on her nipple is sharp, unexpected. And another. Damn! They bite as though they had teeth. Her breasts stretch out of shape as Miss Denise tugs hard on the connecting chain.

"Bite."

Lina grips the metal between her teeth, let's her head hang down agay. The stretching soothes the stinging in its way. The crushing weight moves off Lina's fingers but the relief is brief. A moment later her teacher sits down hard on her belly. Lina is still gasping for breath when a vicious clamp bites into her clit.

Love keeps Lina strong. She can easily picture the look on Miss Denise's stern face, lips flushed red with orgasm, eyes alive with desire. Lina can only hope it was enough.

A sheen of sweat prickles all over Lena's body as the wand fucks deep again, claiming that forbidden place only for Miss. The lesson is almost over.

Lina's tits grow numb. The clamp on her clit jerks, biting in time with the metal inside playing such a bittersweet duet for her teacher. Lina drifts so perilously close to the forbidden line but Miss Denise always stops just in time.

Because it's never a piano lesson.

It's always a lesson in denial.