The Baron and the Violinist (MF)

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 56,784
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When Johannes Furst hears Meili Wong playing her violin on the street corner of Shanghai, he knows she is destined for the world stage. He befriends her and invites her to play for a group of his German friends, but on the day she’s supposed to play, her live-in boyfriend Feng pawns her violin to pay off gambling debts. Johannes finds her another violin, and his friends are so impressed with her talent that they convince Johannes to finance her studies at the Music Academy in Frankfurt, Germany. She does not like the lifestyle in Europe and is lonely, but studies diligently and becomes a success. There is however something missing in her life. She has fallen in love with Johannes Furst, but there are obstacles in the way, as his ex-lover appears on the scene, intending to keep the couple apart.
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The Baron and the Violinist (MF)

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Word Count: 56,784
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STORY EXCERPT

 

As he approached his office tower, he could hear violin music and he recognized the famous aria. He noticed the young woman standing on the corner of the square, holding a few citizens captive with her talent. Her choice in music was the piece, ‘Largo al Factotum,’ from the opera,Barber of Seville. It seemed as if the violin was actually singing as she ran the bow over the strings, swinging her upper body from side to side to the accompaniment of the music. He had never seen her there before.

She looked to be about twenty years old, and as he listened he became more and more aware of her unbelievable flair for the instrument. He stood with his right hand in his pocket, a habit he had picked up at home in Germany, and watched her from a distance. Before drifting away, some of the onlookers dropped a few coins into the open violin case and nodded to her. Most people seemed oblivious to her presence as they hurried by without giving her a second glance.

Johannes Furst, the wealthy German industrialist, still captivated by her talent, stood rooted to the spot. He applauded when she was through, and proceeded in the direction of his office tower. Suddenly, he heard a commotion going on behind him. Turning around, he watched in horror as the young violinist was pushed and manhandled by two policemen. He had no idea what she had done, but he was aware that she was no shrinking violet, because she put up quite a struggle, all the while trying to keep her violin safe and out of their way. After witnessing her musical skills, he felt annoyed at her being handled with such aggression. Shanghai after all, was known as a city of entrepreneurs, and she was only trying to get her share of what the city had to offer, or probably trying to make ends meet. In Germany, he probably would’ve intervened on her behalf, but this was China and he was not about to risk everything he had invested, or put his own life in danger, in a Communist country.

The young woman was forced to move on, but not before hurling a few choice words in the direction of the two officers who obviously didn’t consider her a great threat.

Johannes glanced at his watch and, noticing he still had fifteen minutes left before his scheduled meeting, walked over to the young woman. Their eyes met and he knew she had been watching him.

“What do you want?” she asked in a raised voice.

“What did you do?” he asked her.

He was surprised to hear her speaking English so fluently, and amazed that she was taking her frustration out on him. She was still standing at the entrance to the underground when he reached her, and was trying to regain her composure and smooth out her disheveled appearance.

“I saw what happened,” he said. “Are you hurt? What did you do?”

She stared at him without responding.

“Are you all right?” he asked. “I noticed the way they were pushing you around.”

Her crime? Playing in a public place without a valid permit.

“I’m used to it,” she replied, again in perfect English.

“How long have you been playing that?” he asked, pointing at the violin.

“Fifteen years.”

“Fifteen years? That’s a very long time,” he replied.

For the first time, she let down her guard and smiled.

“I started when I was five years old. My father taught me to play it.”

“You are very talented. Would you like to play something for me sometime?” Johannes asked.

“Who are you, and what do you want from me?” she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“I love all kinds of music, but the violin is my favorite instrument and you play it beautifully. I would love to hear you play again.”

“That is not possible. They don’t allow me to play around here.”

“This is what I’ll do,” he said, pulling his wallet from his pocket and handing her a card. “I think I may be able to arrange something. Call me at this number tomorrow morning before ten.”

The young woman gazed at the card and tried to pronounce his name.

“Johannes Furst,” he said. “In German, the J is pronounced like an English Y.”

She kept staring at the card.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Meili Wong.”

“Where did you learn to speak English so well, Meili?”

“I went to an American missionary school close to my village, a very long way from Shanghai.”

“Why did you come to Shanghai?” he asked, his curiosity piquing.

“I wanted to advance my studies with the violin, so my father sent me here.”

“I see,” he said, studying her. “I’ll expect your call tomorrow morning.”

She gazed into the blue eyes of the tall, handsome stranger, smiled at him and then disappeared down the steps to the underground train without looking back.

He stared after her until she was out of sight, and then hurried into the office tower where his colleagues patiently awaited him.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Upstairs, Johannes hurried into the shower, and when he returned Meili was standing outside the bathroom, still admiring her brooch. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck, and taking the brooch from her hand, he placed it on the dresser. He suddenly spun her around and spread-eagled her against the wall next to the bathroom door, and claimed her mouth. With her hands held firmly above her head, he held her prisoner while he invaded her private parts with the other hand. She purred like a little pussy cat as he gave her what she was longing for. Releasing her hands, he gripped her butt cheeks and lifted her against the wall, impaling her on his erection. He moved to her breasts, and licked each one, the tip of his tongue making revolutions around her nipples, then sucking greedily on those delicious little morsels. Still attached to him like an octopus, Meili surrendered her body and soul to him. He impaled her on his throbbing cock and remained still, with his head resting heavily against her chest. He started to move slowly but soon quickened his pace, thrusting his cock in and out of her, bringing whimpering noises from her throat. Her muscles tightened around his thick length, squeezing him and bringing him closer to an orgasm. He wanted more of her. He wanted to lick her, and taste her, and bring her to edge with his head buried between her thighs.

He suddenly withdrew, guided her toward the bed and gently pushed her onto it. Walking away, he kept his eyes pinned on her. He opened the closet door and removed what looked like two scarves, but turned out to be broad pieces of ribbon. Neither one of them spoke as he lifted her arms and tied her hands together over her head. He then attached the loose ends to the rails on the headboard. He stared down at her slender body as it lifted in anticipation. The look of a hungry man intent on devouring her slowly, appeared across his face. He ran his tongue slowly over his lips, as their eyes locked. He wanted her. His body craved hers. Moving closer, he ran the tip of his tongue over the circumference of her lips, and then he claimed them.

She longed to touch him, to feel him inside her, but he was taking his time. She could feel his hardness as it moved along her thigh and as he rubbed his body against hers. A quick glance at her parted lips had him thrusting his warm tongue between them. She gasped at the intrusion, but found herself accepting his warmth inside her mouth. Her excitement grew as he rubbed his lower body against hers, feeling her wetness and fighting for supremacy as their as warm tongues tangled. He explored every corner of her mouth, and licked her face, and then her neck. He paused before moving down where her two crimson peaks awaited his caresses. She struggled against her restraints, but he kept on licking. First he circled her areola, and then pulled her nipple between his lips, alternating between licking and sucking. Her small breasts, although not a mouthful, were delicious on his tongue. Her pelvis lifted and she moaned. Still moving down her body, his tongue entered the indentation of her navel, and worked his way further south. Looking down at him, she ran her tongue over her lips, and her mouth opened as if to scream.

Johannes spread her thighs even wider, then with his thumbs he parted her lips and gazed as if in a stupor. She kept wriggling and writhing under his weight. Slowly his tongue circled the perimeter of her clit, bypassing it, moving to her inner thighs and down her legs. When he reached her toes he lifted one foot and licked the underside. When he pulled her big toe into his mouth, she thrust her hips upward, giving him an even better view of her wet pussy. He did the same with the other foot, and she floated in a semi-hypnotic state. He worked his way back up to her cleft, again avoided her throbbing clit. He suddenly administered one long lick, then raised his head and blew a cool breeze over it.

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