Free Delecto - Games of Mastery (part 1) by Katrina Liss Page A

breasts as I leaned over
her.
    I tugged gently
on the thick strands, with just enough force to move her head
subtly, this way and then that, side to side.
    And then I
pushed things further...I raised my fingers up to her head and
spread them wide around her skull. The heat from her head sent
tremors cascading down my spine.
    I gently
pressed and circled my fingertips, massaging her scalp
sensuously.
    “ Oh God... ” she moaned, as more heat rose from
her and with it a wave of her perfume. She reached up and gripped
my wrists, removing my hands from her head. Then she turned in her
seat, and glared at me angrily. “That is my head, not my
hair.”
    “ Shall I
ready myself for some form of punishment?” I said, followed with
what I hoped was an appealing and mitigating look.
    “ Last
chance, okay?” she muttered, letting my wrists fall to my
sides.
    “ Best
behavior, guaranteed, ma'am.”
    I stood to one
side of her, my hand lightly resting on the back of her chair. What
could I do to please her?
    “ Would
you like me to play a piece for you on the grand?” I asked
casually, knowing it would mean a lot, to her.
    I'd noticed her
look of disappointment before when she asked if I could play and I
hadn't granted her unsubtle wish. I'm guessing this could be the
highlight of our evening, in her eyes anyway.
    Not only can I
play, I can play almost anything and to a reasonably high standard.
I have been blessed with a natural ability and ear for a melody. I
only have to hear something once and it translates from my brain to
my fingers.
    She rose
immediately, full of enthusiasm. “Oh yes please. What kind of thing
do you play?”
    I led her into
the music room and toward the piano. “Whatever you like. What are
you into?”
    “ Just
about anything with a good rhythm. But there's one thing I'd really
love to hear. A few nights ago I watched a Star is Born, with my
sister. She loves that movie. I like the theme tune, Barbra
Streisand...Evergreen... you know... Love, soft as an easy
chair...? Can you play that?”
    I sat down on
the piano stool, and lifted the lid. I might be smiling, but I
really didn't want to play such a sickly little love song on my
Petrof, the idea played havoc with my testosterone. I was far more
in tune with soulful jazz, or something with a strong or heavy
beat, but I could do a sugary Streisand, if it pleased her.
    “ Sure, I
know that one.”
    “ That
would be lovely. Thank you.”
    “ But
there's a condition. If I've got to play it, you can sing it. I'm
not suffering Barbra Streisand alone,” I joked, with a wicked
little chuckle.
    “ You
actually want me to sing along?” She laughed, with a twinkle of
amusement in her brown eyes.
    “ Fully
fledged Barbra vocals. Let it rip, Mandy.”
    “ If I
hadn't had such a big glass of wine, I'd say no way...but as I
have, I'm feeling brave. Why the hell not? I'm ready when you
are.”
    “ I'll
intro a couple of times and give you your cue.”
    She stood at
the piano, leaning on her forearms. My vision was interrupted by
the fine view down her blouse. My mouth watered at the beautiful
sight of the creamy swell of her breasts. Reluctantly, I dragged my
eyes away and back to the keys as I began to play.
    “ Wow,
that's note perfect...” she said smiling the warmest, widest smile
I'd seen yet. Was this the real her? I'm seeing a different Amanda.
A truly vibrant, uninhibited beauty standing before me..
    My fingers rush
over the keys, with a flush of excitement. I love to play. And I
enjoy the reaction to my playing.
    I can hear
music in my head. If I lose the thread, which I do occasionally, I
improvise with a few flowery extras, which most people don't
notice, until I find my way again. But this song is simple, I can
hear every note clearly.
    I begin the
intro, flick my eyes to hers with a nod of my head.
    “ Love soft as an easy chair
    Love fresh as
the morning air...
    She came right
in, loud and clear, perfectly timed. This wasn't hesitant