Scherzo

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Scherzo

This is based on a rather intense/harsh piece of music I heard at a music workshop. Part of me worries that this is where my mind wandered but oh well....I share anyway

Oh BTW a scherzo- composition in ABA form usually in triple meter. So this will be in three sections as well...short but intense.

Rubato

"You aren't serious?"

"Very much so."

"I don't think I can do that."

"You asked what I wanted. There it is."

"But if I hurt you..."

"I trust you,"

"Maybe I don't trust myself."

"Why would you say that?"

"I am no Angel, contrary to any and all earlier deceptions. What if I enjoy it..."

"There is no one else I would have dared to say this to, no one else I would want to do this. What kind of person am I for thinking it? Voicing it? But don't we all have our darker sides?"

His intense gaze is more than you can bear at the moment, and you choose instead to snuggle closer to his warmth. "Please, love...I trust you. No one else."

He pulls you tighter against him with a low chuckle. "There'd better be no one else."

You place a kiss upon his chest before resting your cheek against him once more. "Not a soul but you...you are my soul."

"You know I can deny you nothing." He kisses the top of your head. "Consider your request...granted."

Allegro vivace

The corridor had quieted down a great deal since the completion of the evening's performance. Only a few stagehands wandered around, cleaning remaining props.

You ignore the lewd looks from some of them, knowing your costume is much less than what would be considered proper for a normal lady. But that is stage life, you think as you hurry back to your dressing room.

It had been over a week since he had asked for some time...supposedly to work. Music was a demanding god, you knew this yourself, but the lack of communication had unnerved you some. Always before there had been a note, a whispered thought from the shadows. Now as you turned down another hallway, the silence seemed overwhelming.

You had thought for a moment that he had been watching the performance, but stolen glances at Box 5 could confirm nothing. So you continued on, singing with the hope that the melody would pour through the walls and speak to him.

Speak to him....right. Like he had been so worried to contact you during the past what....your mind calculated....9 days. A tearing sound catches your attention, and you look to see the flimsy tulle overskirt caught on rough cornerstone. You stop to try and carefully pull it away without further damage when a hand suddenly covers your mouth and you are pulled the short distance to your dressing room.

The door is flung open, the light from the hall extinguished as it is quickly shut. The room is pitch black, none of the lights you had left earlier remaining. You struggle against the dark, against the presence holding you, finally making a break for the direction you hope the door is in.

You find the side wall instead, and your call for help is muffled by the large hand back over your mouth. You are spun around, pushed so harshly against the wall that the watercolor hanging there crashes to the floor. You hear the material of your dress ripping as the cool air hits your bare flesh. You shiver, with cold, with fear....with realization of who it is.

Your fight returns, as your body twists hands pummleing the hard chest in front of you. He is finally forced to free your mouth as he grabs your hands, pinning them above your head.

"Don't you dare think of screaming, you little viper. There are fates far worse than this."

His body presses you flush against the wall and you feel his free hand opening his trousers. You struggle in vain as he easily parts your thighs. The penetration is fierce, brutal to your unready flesh. With a harsh growl he forces his cock in deeper and the tears well in your eyes as he roughly thrusts into you.

Without warning he withdraws from you and pushes you to your knees. You turn your head away from the feel of his engorged member, unwilling to submit in the slightest.

"You will do this." His hands pull your head back to him. "and do it well."

Your resistance is broken as he pinches your nostrils shut and simply waits for you to gasp for air. The second he hears you inhale his cock pushes its way into your mouth. You force your throat muscles to relax as he begins to pick his rhythm back up, swelling to fill your mouth with his thrusts.

"So much better than that dry little cunt." He growls as his pace increases. "Perhaps now it can handle me....hmm?"

Your better judgement argues against the plan forming in your mind, but you ignore it choosing instead to suck hard upon his length. His hands tighten in your hair.

"Release me."

Instead you begin to hum as your tongue slides along the underside of his cock.

"Damn you woman! I said to..." His hands pull your hair hard, but you feel him tremble, knowing he is almost over the edge and decide to repeat your motions.

"Fuck.." You finally release him...the word breaking as his climax overtakes him, his cum shooting on your face and neck, sliding in hot, salty trails down to your bare breasts.

His breath is still ragged as he yanks you from the floor, and pushes you back into the wall.

"You, my dear will pay dearly for that...lack of obedience."


Molto furioso

Your legs nearly collapse as he pulls his support away from you.

"Maybe this will educate you on obedience."

You hear the sound only a fraction before the thin catgut is around your neck. His laugh is dark as the first pull forces a catching hiss of air from you. Your hands are unable to pull the insistent rope from you flesh.

"If you have no desire to strangle here, I suggest you follow me..." Another tug was enough to convince you as you stumble through the darkness. You hear the familar sound of the mirror being slid open, the rush of cold damp air making you shiver. The entire trip to the lair is made in darkness and silence, your slippers tearing as your stumble over the rough floor.

How much farther? Your question is answered with the echo of the water from the lake.

"Wait." Removing the noose from your neck, he ties your hands tightly before tossing you into the boat. The ride is then undertaken in the same forboding silence, until the faint glow of the candlabras comes into view. Tying the boat, he steps out and then turns to grab you by the arms.

"You look quite a fright my dear." The remaining tatters of your costume are ripped from you, and you try to suppress a shiver. He runs a gloved finger from your thigh, crossing over your stomach, between your breasts, to lift your chin to meet his gaze. "Cold? Or is it fear making you tremble...hmmm?"

His gloved finger pulls away as he notices the residue left from his earlier climax. "You really are a mess. One simple way to fix that..."

Your body's contact with the frigid lake water forces a cry from your mouth. You find your legs and stand in the knee high water.

"Refreshing isn't it?" He makes no move to assist you out."It's entirely fed from a pure underground spring that they hit when the foundations were dug."

You try to step out. "Oh no my dear. I expect you to wash properly." You motion your bound hands towards him. He shakes his head. "You can manage. And I suggest you begin unless you wish to catch your death of cold."

His eyes never leave your body as you cup water and rinse yourself as best you can. The chill is evident on your puckered flesh as you finally look to see if he is satisfied. He gives you a curt nod and motions for you to walk out.

As soon as you are close enough to the edge, he reaches for your bound wrists and pulls you along with him. The warmer air of the interior is a relief to your chilled skin, and you try to relax.

He releases you and as you stay frozen in place, moves to a chifferobe withdrawing a length of thicker rope.

"Your hands." With amazing dexterity he unfastens the catgut from your bruised wirsts only to relace it with the other. Attaching another length of rope through the bindings, he then looks at you with a devilish smirk. "Raise your arms."

You shake your head no at the order, unwilling to subject yourslfl to anything else.

"Obedience." The growled word is followed by the pop of the catgut upon your rear, the sharp bite bringing tears to your eyes. You shake your head again, and are rewarded with another lash. The third time you break as you cry out and finally raise your arms.

"Much better." You look up as he tosses the rope over an anchored hook and begins to pull. Your feet barely graze the ground as he ties it and walks around to face you.

"Now... you have much to learn on obedience. This is very simple, so I won't explain it to you in great detail." His hands pinched your already tight nipples, and he smiled at your low moan. "I plan to do whatever I please."

At that his mouth crushes yours, brutal as he forces your lips apart, his hands sliding down your body to press you against him. His tongue tastes deep and he bites your lower lip before withdrawing. "No my dear, obedience doesn't mean you play dead. I expect you to respond." Your glare only seems to humor him and he doesn't break your gaze as he removes his gloves and trails his hands to cup your breasts. You finally shut your eyes as you try to fight the warmth building at his caress.

"Problems, my dear?"

"No." Your voice is so much weaker than you need it to be.

"Then this shouldn't bother you." His head lowers to capture a nipple between his teeth, grazing it lightly before drawing deep upon the sensitive flesh. Your body arches towards the source of the pleasure, playing traitor as his mouth moves to your other breast.

"Stop." You try to twist away but his strong arms still you, letting him feast upon your body at his leisure. One moment gently sucking, the next biting, you know your flesh will be marked as his.

"Stopping is the last thing I plan to do." He growls, sliding his lips down your body, leaving a trail of torturous warmth behind him.

"Stop..." The whispered plea falls from your lips again.

He nips the sensitive skin below your navel before standing before you again. "Say that again and you will have the distinct pleasure of a gag my dear." His hand roughly cups your breast before sliding down between your thighs. "And besides my pet, your body betrays you."

There was no denying your arousal this time as his fingers slid easily into your damp folds. His hand explores, probing, playing you like one of his instruments. Even as your arms began to go completely numb, the fire in your lower body was spreading. You clench your eyes shut, desperate to keep your emotions hidden.

"Look at me."

"No." Your voice is a pitiful fragment of itself, as if it knows it's being forced to lie.

"I said look at me."

Your eyes flash to his as his thumb finds its mark, the harsh gasp you elicit echoing in the room. Your efforts to twist away are futile. His insistent strokes upon your engorged clit intensify as he leans towards you, his free arm easily stilling your pitiful struggle.

"Obedience..." His breath is hot on your cheek as he hisses the words. "Brings pleasure." His last word emphasized by the play of his fingers along your wet slit. "Open your legs for me. Stop fighting."

His hypnotic voice has more power over your limbs than you do. Your legs part seemingly of their own accord and your head falls back at the sensation of two long fingers sliding slowly into your body. He curls them, rubbing the interior walls of your body as his thumb returns to your clit. Your breath catches as you fight to stay silent. He smiles at your efforts and then plunges harder into you. Your back arches with the pleasure created by the force and you try to move your suspended body against his hand.

"Yes..." His voice is dark with ill concealed lust. "Give in."

Your shallow breathing increases as he pushes you closer to climax with each masterful stroke of his fingers, your body desperate for release. Suddenly it stops and you look at him wild-eyed and confused.

"Something wrong?" Your trembling body answers better than any words can. "Are you in need of something?" His lips travel down your neck, pausing to bite hard into the flesh of your shoulder before sliding down again. He kneels in front of you, his breath hot on your thighs as he continues. "Obedience."

His hands move up the back of your legs to your thighs. You offer no resistence as he lifts a leg to each of his shoulders, your wet sex spread before him. His mouth plunders your body without hesitation, without mercy. The feel of the suction upon your engorged flesh forces a cry from your lips. He responds by sweeping his tongue along you before penetrating your body. Your legs tense on him as you try to grind yourself harder against the source of such exquisite torture.

His tongue strokes you again before he pulls away enough for you to hear him. "Submit."

The word penetrates your erotic haze instantly. You try to pull away his hands tightening on your thighs as you begin to struggle again. "No."

His green eyes flash as he pushes your legs away, causing you to hover tip toed once again. In quick strides he walks to the table, picking up a slim, ivory handled dagger. Your eyes widen in panic as he walks slowly back to you, and traces the edge of the blade up the middle of your body to rest under your chin. "Submit."

Your fear doesn't allow the word to escape, but he reads the no from your lips as you shake your head.

"You dare to tell me no?" His snarl echoes in the room and you turn, unable to face the display of anger. His words seem to penetrate your soul as he steps closer, the dagger tip pushing into your throat.

"Here you deny me...when you are panting like a bitch in heat." The knife flashes, the binding rope severed, and Erik catches you as the rope goes slack. "So I will fuck you like one."

The struggle is short lived, his superior strength forcing you to the floor. The hard stones bruise your already battered skin as you fight him, pummeling his chest with your hands. Erik, unaffected by your blows, easily pins your body as he unfastens his trousers. His cock, red and swollen, springs eagerly from the fabric as he falls heavily upon your body. His mouth suckles hard upon your breast as his fingers thrust into you again.

"Quite fucking ready this time aren't you?" His mouth bruises your own before he sits back and quickly turns you over. "This time I plan to cum where it counts, you little bitch." Pulling you onto your hands and knees, he slams into your body in one hard stroke.

"Submit." At the shake of your head, he roughly continues the brutal fuck. Again he pauses, and waits.

"No." Your hoarse voice wraps around the hopeless denial as another thrust steals your breath. His hands dig into your hips as nine engorged inches penetrate you again and again.

"Say it!"

"I..." The hard fuck is pushing your body to edge, screaming at your mind to give in.

"Say it!"

"Please."

"Please...please... let me...make me come...please." The words rush in a torrent of shame and need.

His pace increases, driving so deep inside you that you are positive that you will die from the pleasure racking your body. "Please who?" Erik growls, never relenting.

"Please..." You fall to your elbows, trying to push back, meet him in the thrusts. You are in heat, burning for him to fill you. "Please....Master."

One hand reaches around, grazing your clit, sending you into wild convulsions as your orgasm overtakes you. Erik snarls as you contract around his cock, pulling him deeper. Two more hard thrusts and he joins you in climax, the hot rush of his cum flooding you, filling you before you both collapse to the floor.
Your breath comes in short, harsh gasps...your body still shaking as you turn to look at him. His face, already twisted by the ravaging scars, is further contorted as he battles within himself, unable to meet your eyes. You cup his jaw softly, pulling his mouth to yours. "Thank you, my love."

Finis