As she drove the four blocks to her work, she thought back over the night. She hadn't slept that well in a long time. She only remembered one dream she'd had, and it brought a smile to her face. She'd dreampt that Taylor had come in early, before everyone else in the studio, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, took her into the studio, and behind the sitting area, set her on top of his piano with her feet spread on either end of the keys, and as he played, his tongue made love to her. She woke from the alarm wet, and in need of a shower. But before having this sweet dream, she had narrowed her apartment search to two places, and had made appointments to see them both after work this afternoon. She was really excited. But before she'd contacted the apartments, on her way to the hotel room, really, she'd decided she'd take the slightly higher salary and the cell. She wouldn't mind being on call twenty four seven, it's not like that many calls came in any way. Ashley had told her the rules of the phone, that at any point in time she was away from the front desk, she had to have the office phone forwarded to the cell phone, so at any time someone called, she could answer the cell or desk phone. Which traded out well to cover her ass if she got to have an occasional fling with Taylor. She hoped he didn't feel guilty, and was all awkward about it today. After all, it was him who assumed the role of the Dom after she spilt her secrets to him. He was the one who told him to put his cock in her mouth- she smiled mischeviously- and damn did it taste good- but that was a different point. She was a Sub. She did only as she was told, and nothing more.
She pulled up, noticing a black Range Rover in front of the studio. She parked in her usual spot. She knew that car meant one of two things. That was Taylor's car- it was him or his wife. She prayed it was Taylor, coming to make her dream a reality. She'd worn a dark blue frilly layered skirt just to make it easier, just in case, with a gray short sleeved shirt. But they wouldn't know that unless they came behind her desk or were there if she was standing. She hoped she tortured them slowly.
She climbed out of her car, and turned her phone on vibrate, and tucked it into her bra, with no pockets. Her curiosity was raging by the time she opened the door. She was greeted to the sound of piano drifting from what had to be the studio. She didn't dare stick her head in. She sat at her desk, and began to go through the messages- both on the phone and email. She still had five minutes, technically, until eight, so she didn't forward the phone yet.
"Emma Jo? Is that you?" Taylor came out from the studio. A grin lit his face when he saw her behind the desk. He came up and crossed his arms on the high counter, just like he had the first time she saw him. "Mornin', sweetness. How'd you sleep?"
She flushed instantly, thinking of her dream. "Honestly?" she asked him.
He nodded, a wicked smile on his face.
"I did have one dream," she told him. Was it a coincidence that his hair was mussed and he hadn't shaved, just like she mentioned yesterday about Robert Pattinson?
"Tell me. Whatever it is, I bet I can make it a reality, and I bet mine was hotter than yours." Her eyebrows raised. "But you go first," he leaned in closer.
"Okay," so she told him exactly what she'd been thinking in the car. And as her story went on, he nodded thoughtfully. When she was done, she watched him hesitantly.
"That is pretty hot, and I can definitely do that." He watched her eyes grow big, and he smiled, loving the feeling that he could do that for her. "But mine, well," he glanced at the door. "I took you everywhere. We started here on your chair." He moved around the desk to straddle her lap. "We moved to the bed in the room." He leaned forward and kissed her, then pulled away just far enough she could feel his lips on hers as he spoke. "Then we moved to the recliner in the studio," he placed his palms spread on her breasts, "and finally to Zac's drum set, where we recorded our naughty session." He kissed her deeply and pulled away again. "And we had people watching. My brothers were up front, their erections straining against their jeans they were so envious of me." He grinded his ready cock into her pelvis. "I was so aroused when I woke, that I needed some release, so I turned to my wife and fucked her silly, picturing you the whole time. Of course she's nowhere as tight as you." He slid his hands up to cup her face and looked into her eyes. "She didn't know what hit her. She went back to sleep and I came here, and have been writing ever since, waiting for you. And the thing is," he pressed against her, forcing the chair to tilt back slightly. "I read about your lifestyle, whatever I could find. I even found a place here, a secret club for exhibitionists. I think we should try. What do you think?"
"Ah, sure?"
"Great. Keeping your body covered up is a crime. Let's go. We have an hour 'till everyone gets here." He stood up, and pulled her up, then, like in her dream, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "You're a lightweight," he said, and looked over at her, only to come face to face with her bare ass. "Wow that's hot," he told her, then slapped it. She yipped in surprise, then giggled.
"I have to admit, I was hoping we'd get another chance when I dressed this morning," she said, then pinched his ass. She giggled again when she got a surprised "hey!" from him, so she kissed the place she had pinched.
He laughed. "You literally just kissed my ass!" She laughed again. He kicked the door shut, and carried her across the room to his upright piano. "You sit." He lifted her up after pushing his keyboard to the side, and placed her feet on either side of the keys. "God help me," he said, stairing straight up her skirt. "I thought you were wearing a thong, not nothing at all. Sweet Jesus. Okay," he sighed, gathering himself. He reached down, and adjusted himself.
She could see the long ridge across the front of his jeans that was his cock. It made her pussy water. Then she looked up at his mouth.
He ran his hands through his hair. "Any requests?"
"I don't care, really. Maybe whatever you were working on this morning? Or whatever suits you." She leaned down and caressed him through his jeans, and was rewarded with a long groan. She kissed him, and his hands found their way into her hair. She kissed him harder, angling her head. His hands roamed down her body, and found where her legs were parted and slipped under the skirt that wasn't covering anything.
"Okay, hold on," he told her. His fingers dipped into her, sliding in and out easilly. His mouth broke away from hers so he could suck on his fingers. "I love peaches," he told her, kissing her thigh, and began playing the sexiest danm song she'd ever heard. He licked her like he was eating an ice cream cone, using his whole tongue on her entire pussy.
"Oh my God," she said, spreading her legs more, and throwing her head back, causing her curls to cascade down the front of the piano to cover the keys. She could feel them tugged as his fingers pushed the keys underneath. After a couple more passes and the speed of the song picking up, the tip of his tongue focused on her clit, flicking and teasing. "Taylor," she gasped. His tongue traveled south, to ring her entrance twice, and slide in. "Taylor!" she screamed as she came around his tongue.
"Mmmm.." he said against her. He didn't stop until she was quiet again, and he licked her clean. "It's like peach syrup when you come in my mouth," he said, kissing her inner thigh, his playing slowed. "I could make a pie from your juices and feed it to people, and they would never know, only become addicted. That's a good idea," he said, the last part to himself. "You know, I'll never play this piano again without remembering this. You. Us. I'll bring this piano on our next tour so I'll be reminded every day."
"Well, let me add a little to your memory." She slid down, sitting on the keys, causing a soft crash of odd notes, then slid to straddle him on the bench. "Let me repay you." She unzipped his jeans, smiling when he sprung free. She took him into her mouth all at once, and hollowed her cheeks, sucking as hard as she could. She swirled her tongue around him, then slid her hand in his jeans and cupped his balls. He moaned, and palmed her breasts. As she worked him, his hands slid under her shirt and unclasped her bra and began to tweak her already hard nipples. She moaned around his cock, causing it to throb in her mouth. She knew he was getting close. So quick for release. She slid up and down, releasing and applying pressure, using her nails gently.
"Emma Jo, Emma Jo, Emma JO!" She sucked him hard, never stopping as he shot his cum down her throat. She hummed around him again. When he was calm, she slid him out of her mouth, and licked his tip, not letting one drop get away.
"You remind me of a lollypop. No, a tootsie pop, with the best part in the middle. You have to work to get it, but the reward is worth it." She made a show of licking her bottom lip when he was watching her, eyes wide to match his grin.
"Really?"
"By far." She climbed onto him, and traced the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue. "But we've better get cleaned up, they'll be here soon." He looked at the clock above the door and nodded.
"Best way to start a day's work, I think," he told her. She stood up, and straightened her clothes. "You know, it's going to drive me insane knowing you're sitting up there, with no panties on. I won't be able to concentrate." He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, and burried his face in between her legs. She felt his breath through the material of her skirt. "Is this room still overwhelming to you know?"
"No, but you guys aren't working."
"Okay, well, we'll work on that. And while you're up there, I want you to think of other ways you want me to take you, just like I'll think of ways. I already have other ways, besides for the ones I've already mentioned. What are you doing tonight, after work?"
"You want to see me outside of here?" Surprise filled her voice.
"I'd love to see you all the time, if I had my way." He ran a finger tip down her cheek. She wanted so bad to close her eyes and lean into his touch, but she knew that was the first step of becoming clingy. And she could not get clingy with this guy. As a matter of fact, she needed to cruise the bars and clubs to find someone else. This was becoming dangerous fast.
"Well, I'm looking at a couple of apartments after-"
"Where are you staying?"
"The Crown-"
"Let me pay for your bill. Part of being a Dom is taking care of their sub."
"True, and, not to be offensive, but you're kind of a soft Dom," she giggled.
"Okay, well, then let's try this. I want to try it. Every time we get together, and I guarantee there will be more times, I'll be firm. You follow the rules, and I'll try to remember them. And I'm paying for your room until you find a place."
She nodded. "Okay, we can try," she said with a smile. She pushed his face away gently, and walked out of the room, knowing he was watching her every step of the way.
At her desk, she heard Taylor's piano again, sounding familiar to the song he'd played when they were going at it. Honestly though, she didn't pay much attention. Now she had a chance to listen to it, she really liked it. Low and sexy, building and building to a climax of clashing keys and thunder, then slowing. He replayed it over and over, stopping and starting again, probably writing something down. Lyrics or notes, maybe both. She tried her best to focus on her job, going through the messages and emails, forwarding to the right parties, waiting for Ashley to come in so she can talk to him about her decision of accepting the salary wage. She was excited, she'd never made that much money on her own before. As she worked on a mindless task of entering new names and addresses written on scratch paper into their list of contacts, she tried to think of what else she would like to do to Taylor and where. She didn't want to assume or take anything for granted, and although Taylor was making plans outside of 3CG, she wasn't going to. She definitely agreed with his ideas, her char, the bed, and recording on Zac's drums. That right there was going to invovle some planning. She wondered how he'd pull it off. She was all for it though, never have been recorded before. It made her hot to think of their moans, pants, and gasps being recorded. She wondered where he'd keep the evidence. Finally, people began to roll in. She said good morning to Isaac first, and the second he was past, her blush raged at the thought of Isaac walking into the studio, to find Taylor at the piano they had desecrated. She laughed to herself, but straightened when she heard the door knob turn again.
"Good morning, Zac," Emma Jo said, trying not to be over chipper.
"Hey, Emma Jo," he stopped by, and folded his arms on the counter just as his older brother did. "How's it going?"
"So far so good, thank you," she told him. "And yourself?"
"Better, now that I get to see your pretty face first thing here," he smiled charmingly.
"Oh Zac, you little charmer," she smiled at him innocently. You're the charmer, your brother is a great fuck. But I can't tell you now, can I?
His smile grew. "You like it here so far?"
"Yes, very much. Everyone is very welcoming," she told him. Little do you know, I've given your brother a warm reception both days. She squirmed in her chair, crossing her thighs tighter.
"Good. You know, I'd like to take you out to lunch one day, get to know you better." He flashed a smile, then added after a beat, "because, you're a friend of the family and all, and I barely know you." She picked up on the double meaning there. Nice. Brother number two?
"Ah, sure, that'd be nice. Thank you," she told him.
"Awesome. Can I get back to you when I know my schedule?"
"Okay, no rush," she told him with a half smile. Just then, Ashley walked in, and took in the scene.
"Morning Zac, Emma Jo," he nodded to them. "Emma Jo?" He asked, pausing in the doorway to his office.
"Yes, Ashley?"
"When you get a minute, will you come see me?"
"Yes, right away." She looked back at Zac, his eyebrows were raised.
"Salary," was all she said with a shrug of her shoulder.
He smiled and nodded. "Lunch, soon."
She nodded. "Looking forward to it." She stood and looked down, smoothing her skirt. She looked up again, and saw Zac still watching her. She walked around the counter, and tugged her skirt down by the door. She looked at Zac again, who gave her an encouraging smile.
As soon as she was in the office, Zac took off down the hall in search of his brothers. He had to tell them about lunch, when all he really wanted to do was take her in the back seat of his car and show her who the real boss was. He may be the youngest of the bunch, but you know the saying about drummers. Save the drums, bang a drummer. Or, drummers do it with rythem. Either worked for him. He greeted his brothers with a grin. "Morning, fellas."
"You're certainly in a good mood," Isaac said.
"'Cause Emma Jo said she'd go to lunch with me. I told her I wanted to get to know her, what with being a "family friend" and all, when really I wanna get up in that." He moved his hands in an hourglass shape. Taylor banged the keys on the piano. "What Tay? Jealous I got in first?" He said with a grin.
Taylor turned away, couldn't let his brother see his expression, whatever it was. His brother wanted his peaches. His hands clenched and unclenched. Little did he know, he'd been all in a couple times already. The thought made him relax and smile. Would she really buy that, that was all he wanted? After all, him having a wife didn't stop him, why should it stop Zac? But it made him smug he'd already had her, and his brother still wanted her. Would he if he knew? Well, he'd just have to tell Emma Jo to say no. Or could he stop Zac himself without spilling anything? He finally turned to Zac. "Yeah Zac, that's it. Good luck with that," he smiled, and turned away from him.
"Zac, you're playing with fire," Isaac warned. "It's gonna come around and bite you in the ass."
"Yeah, yeah. The only thing involving ass will be her in my hands!" Zac scoffed back.
Isaac rolled his eyes. "Can we please get some work done?"
Chapter Five