I close my eyes and the music echos through the halls of the Myerson. The chair next to me is empty, as is the box. The eyes of the audience are focused solely upon the orchestra that plays. The music is hauntingly beautiful.

I smell her perfume before she even speaks and I rise from my chair. She smiles and takes my offered hand and sits beside me. My eyes are focused on the cello player’s hands as the bow weaves fluidly across the strings. She leans in and kisses the skin above my open collar. Her hand runs lightly over the back of my hair. I am silent, enjoying the music. My eyes fall shut again. I can feel her gaze on me, the light caress of her fingertips.

So easily manipulated.

She moves and open my eyes, her own are crinkled at the corners with a hidden smile. She places her index finger to her lips and sinks to her knees. Her fingers run over my legs and I guess her intention. My lips curl slightly at her daring. She reaches for my belt and slides the leather from the buckle.

I can feel the blood rush to my cock as she rubs her cheek against the bulge and my teeth grind together. My hand finds her hair and I lightly give a tug upon her scalp. She ignores the silent order and nips playfully at the inside of my thigh. My hand tightens further and she unzips my pants with little rush. Her face is flushed, I can tell that this excites her.

My eyes glance up at the audience on either side and below us and find them all still enthralled with the music. I look back down at the feel of her nails tracing the outline of my hardening cock. My brows raise slightly and her flush increases, her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. I tug once again on her hair. I can feel the fabric of my boxers straining under the pressure.

Her hand reaches in the fold of my boxers and I finally feel the cool touch of her skin. A hiss escapes me. She recognizes the noise and smiles again, her eyes lowering from mine just before she parts her mouth and runs just the tip along her bottom lip. My grip tightens slightly, but I allow her to lead at the moment. Her tongue traces just below the head of my cock and then follows the vein down its length.

I let out a soft growl and my head falls back, my eyes gazing sightlessly up towards the ceiling. Her breath, dewy and warm, falls over my distended flesh and I feel the slight brushings of her lips. Her mouth opens and I feel the head swallowed into that warm, wet hole. I am in hell and heaven at that one moment. My hand tightens again and I push my hips up into her mouth, forcing more of it.
Obey.