Free Distractions by J. L. Brooks Page B

when she left with her family at the
    end. She would play the Turkish style of
    music I picked for Shepard, called
    Tsifteteli.
    “Are you ready, Violet?” He pulled
    the violin under his chin and waited for
    my cue. Like a true performer, he took a
    stance and became completely serious. I
    wondered how he would play and watch
    me at the same time. The small brass
    cymbals fit snugly on my thumb and
    index finger. Raising my hands above my
    head, I clicked my fingers three times in
    count for the song to begin. Shepard
    focused on me as I slowly snaked my
    arms in the air while rolling my hips
    back and forth. The metal chimes on my
    scarf made a loud twinkling noise with
    each dip of my waist. As the rhythm
    increased, so did my movements. I
    closed my eyes and felt the music
    transcribing under my skin, directing the
    muscles and bones in an orchestra of
    bliss.
    The sound started to come from
    different directions as Shepard joined in
    the dance. Walking slowly in a circle all
    around, he no longer needed the music
    and played by ear. It was so perfect and
    raw, I dared not open my eyes and break
    the spell. This was me in the purest
    form; in this moment, my soul was
    unshackled, if only for a song. He was
    able to carry me for a while longer, but
    his fingers gradually slowed due to the
    intensity with which he played. His hand
    reached up to my cheek to catch the tear
    that had escaped. Setting the violin down
    on the chair and then standing in front of
    me silently, gentle hands held the side of
    my face as he leaned closer to my mouth.
    Instead of a kiss, teeth grazed my lower
    lip and bit softly.
    “Thank you,” he said.
    He drove me into a frenzy and he
    knew it. He didn’t have to try; it was
    ingrained in his very being. I wanted to
    make him experience the feelings he
    created in me. An idea surfaced in my
    mind. If he wanted to be entertained, I
    would give him something to remember.
    “Hold on, I will be right back!”
    Shrieking in delight, I ran down the steps
    quickly to grab a few items. I heated a
    mug of hot water for some tea and filled
    a glass with ice water. Taking both of
    them carefully back upstairs, I searched
    in my closet for another scarf.
    He was sitting on the edge of the
    bed watching me humorously flutter
    about, preparing something.
    “Okay, drop your pants and pick up
    the violin. I want you to sit on the chair.”
    Giving
    a
    serious
    look
    of
    expectation, Shepard straightened up his
    chest and smirked at my dominant
    behavior. Without a word, he removed
    not just his pants, but all of his clothing
    before lowering into the upholstered
    wing back chair. He licked his lips as I
    folded the scarf in half and whispered
    for him to close his eyes. After ensuring
    he could not see a thing, I straddled his
    lap and laid down the ground rules.
    “Since you can play without
    looking at sheet music, we will see how
    well you play with distractions. The
    more you play, the more you get played
    with. If you stop, so do I. Can you do
    this?”
    As he simply nodded up and down,
    I traced the outline of his lips with my
    index finger before sliding onto his chin,
    where I leaned in and dragged my teeth
    along the stubbly curve.
    “What do you want to hear?” His
    brow furrowed in thought while asking
    the question.
    “Whatever your heart desires, just
    don’t stop.” I laughed lightly as the game
    began.
    The auditory caresses penetrated
    through every cell of my body. I watched
    his fingers move across the strings,
    giving just enough pressure to draw the
    perfect sound. The small hairs raised on
    every surface of my skin as I took in the
    haunting melody. Removing an ostrich
    plume from the vase on the dresser, I
    dragged it across his torso in long,
    smooth strokes. He squirmed slightly as
    it brushed along his ribcage, yet refused
    to falter.
    Kneeling before him, I gripped his
    swollen manhood with one hand and
    took a drink from the warm mug of tea in
    the other. Swiftly bending