~TMLS~ OS 5 : Piano Lesson

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Khushi's pov :

I've been working out on my piano skill so I'm able to get into St. Valentine's college, it's like Julliard for the musician. Everyday I practice with my piano hours and hours until I can master all Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, Schubert, Debussy, you named it all, I can play it all now.


Now, I'm working in Alkan's work. It's a nightmare piece for pianist, but If I can play it on my recruitment day, scholarship will be in my hand.


My dad, as a famous conductor for a famous orchestra in here suggest me to get a coach for the song. He know someone who can teach me to play Alkan's piece, but....This genius young man isn't someone who can approach easily. He known for his temper, tantrum, perfectionist, and control freak. Not much people can work with him and he the one who choose who can work with him. Just say my dad is one of the lucky guy who's ever work with him even twice ! And glad to say that he like to work with my dad.


His name is Arnav Singh Raizada. He's American born Indian. The rumor said that he shut himself from stage. It's like he suddenly gone after his last performance last year in LA. No one ever heard about him again. The reason still unknown.


Well, I never care about people life...I don't care..I have so much more important things to think and taking care rather than sit in front of tv and watch gossip about other's life...I watched some of his concert from dad's record...and I know why he called as modern Mozart. His fingers works like magic that calling people emotion. Listening to his play can makes you orgasm. That's how good he is. I pray dad can convince him to teach me, So i can beat him one day. I need to be better than him and make my dad proud.


———months after ———


Still no news about him, dad still eager to find him and convince him to teach me...but I think I feel enough. This guy is too arrogant for his own good. and I don't need arrogant people to teach me, I better learn myself, even I have to make my fingers bleeding in process.


I come to my dad studio to practice today. I have my own practice room here with my transparant baby grand piano...dad's gift for my 16th birthday...it's been two years and she's been my baby since then. nobody is allow to touch it beside dad and myself of course.


Today, I'm feeling for debussy piece...claire the lune...I close my eyes, take a deep breath and start playing it. The note playing at the back of my head, my finger dancing on the piano. i play it the same as what it's written on the piano sheet. I remember all the instruction, where's the soft and the strong part has to be play, all the legato and everything..I remember it all and I smile when I finish the song. I feel satisfied because I know I already play it perfectly the same as the sheet.


"You're the worst pianist I've ever known." I jolted and look at the source of the sexy voice in anger. When I see the tall figure who lean to the door frame with his hand fold on his firm chest, his sharp eyes look at me with a mocking look. I admit he's handsome to the max, and I know he's the prodigy guy...but it's very rude to insult me like that ! Nobody ever told me like that ! I win so many competition....but he called me worst pianist he ever met?!


"Excuse me?!" I ask him and he just raise his one eyebrow.


"Poor Debussy....his master piece played like a trash."


"Huhh, how dare you? I've been play this piece since years and I've been win several competition with this piece ! how come you said that I treat this piece like a trash?!"


"That mean the judge is deaf. If me who judge you, you'll never win."


"Tell me where's my fault ? I played it exactly like what is written !"


He walk to me, and suddenly sit beside me, makes me step aside and he put himself in the middle and now I have nowhere to sit. This guy really know some manner ! I stand up and fold my hand in front of my chest. I want to know how he play this song...I will listen to his playing carefully so I can pin point his fault like he did to me and trust me...I'lldo it harsh too...even more than he did.



Soon when his finger touch the piano...the melody he produce is so bewitching...I feel myself floating...there's something in his play that makes me feels like being touch with a delicate fingers...makes me shiver...and when he play the climax, I moan..lucky it's a low moan and I hope his piano sound cover my voice.



When he finish playing, i just stand there and stunned from the experience...I lost my words...I still feel floating from the feeling...and the worst...I know why he told me I play it so bad...


"Do you know where's your fault?" He ask me without looking at me. I still silent...I feel so ashamed...I thought that I played that song perfectly...but the fact...it's far from it....


"It's true you play it perfectly like what's it written...but that also perfectly wrong...your playing is dead....no soul...no emotion...like a robot..."


I feel like I've been stabbed so many times with sharp knife...his words is so deep...My tears waiting to fall...but I won't let it happen...at least not in front of him...He stand up from the piano and walk to the exit. without looking back at me. After he left, I let myself fall to the ground and I let my tears to fall down. I cry in silent for a good few minutes...



After that, I close my piano and go home...I go straight to my bed and stay there until I drift to sleep. I promise myself to play it better than today. I know I can do it...I will....



I spent my day practicing it again and again and again...but I still can't make it like what he did...It does makes me frustrating...I slam my hand on my piano and I throw the paper..make it scatter on the floor. I put my head on the lid and close my eyes...try to regain my breath...



"Ck ck, you still play it wrong..." I heard the annoying voice again...why he has to show up again today...why don't he give me few more days...so I can show him that I can do it too...



I didn't hear when he walk, but suddenly I feel his breath on my neck...I jolted up and I can see he smirking from behind me.


"Play it again....I'll guide you..." He telling me with husky voice. I close my eyes try to concentrate on the music. I start playing it with tremble hand....his closeness makes me uneasy...His put his hand on my shoulder at first, then I start playing, his hand start traveling down slowly..makes me feel goosebumps all over my body...my n1pple start to erect from his touch. I bit my lip to prevent me make noise. I try so hard to concentrate on my piano sound.


His put his hand on my hips..makes me put more pressure to the piano...


"Keep going..." He said it with low husky voice with his lips touching my earlobe...I titling my head to the side showing him my neck. My lips are parting..my eyes are close but I don't know why my finger still manage to play the song without any fault...maybe because of the practice..my finger already memorize it all...I try to enjoy my playing again, but It become harder because I feel his cold hand on my stomach...one moving up to my bra line...and the other one playing with my panty line...My body become stiff...my fingers become jelly...I can feel my finger are just flying upon the piano...


when he touch my cl1t my feet press the pedal and my finger suddenly have power to press the note...my tempo slightly faster..like my breath...


"Relax...." He said it while his lips caressing my neck and his finger playing with my cl1t. I let out a moan when his other hand squeeze my breast...It's so hard to keep playing in this state...but I have to play it until the end..to prove him that he can't distract me with whatever he do.


My concentration is on the thin line for now...and the song almost reach it climax. His finger slip inside my panty and he just thrust it inside my v4g1n4 while his other hand squeeze my breast and the finger pinching my nipple. His teeth nipping my neck...My body is so hot...I can't sit still...and moan slip from my mouth.


I can feel he's smirk on my neck...He move his finger in and out faster and pinching my nipple harder...I can't hold it anymore....I climaxing at the same time with the song reach it's climax too..."Ahhh....." I said it loud...for seconds, my finger stop playing....but then he remove his hand from my v4g1n4 then put it in his mouth and suck it clean. Then he guide my hand to continue my play. He put his both hand on my breast for the rest of the song and continue to squeeze it and pinching it...prolong my climax.



Finally i finish my song...and my breath just like I finished run a mile...I can feel my cheek hot...I'm so embarrassed...I hide my face with my both hand....He give my breast last squeeze before he remove his hand from it and hug me.


"Now you already have soul in the song. listen to it..." I don't know when he record my piano play...I still close my eyes, and he still hug me from behind. He rest his head on the junction of my neck and shoulder...my breath still panting...but already better. I listen to my play...It does sound different ! I feel the song is more life...he's right....my play before has no soul...I play it like a robot....but this one....Even it still far from his, but at least...I can feel the emotion is there...


My tears fell down...but then his thumb erase it. He lift up my chin with his finger softly, I open my eyes and I meet his clear hazel eyes...His pupil is still dilated...his member is still hard. I can feel it because he sit so close to me. His eyes look down to my lips, makes me let out my tongue tracing my lips, before I bit my own lips, he did it.


I close my eyes and savour the taste of his lips on mine. he plunge his tongue inside my mouth, our tongue dance together slow at first and it's getting passionate within second. He pull me to his lap, so his crotch in front of my v4g1n4. My hand tug his hair..make him groan and I moan when he put back his hand to my breast and squeeze it together.


He unbuckle his pants and let his member out. He take my right hand and guide it to his member. I moan when my hand touch it. His c0ck already very hard and big. His precum is already leaking out. I use my thumb to spread it and I start to move my hand up and down. He pull my shirt, makes the buttons flying and my lacy bra shown.


He pull down my shirt and the bra straps, showing my breast and my erect nipple. He kiss my jaw, down to my neck then to my right breast. Nipping nipple,licking it and sucking it, while his right index hand thumb pinching and pulling my other nipple.


My hand move up and down faster, makes him move his hips back and forth thrusting his c0ck to my v4g1n4I settle my leg to his hip and he stand up, walking to the wall. He sandwich me between him and the wall. He put down my leg only to remove my panty, then he lift up my left leg back to his hip, while my right leg support my body. Our hip move together in rhythm, we moan and grunt.


"Fuck, you're so wet.." He put his finger in and out my v4g1n4 before he put his c0ck inside. He thrust his c0ck inside in one hard move, makes me moan loud. Lucky the studio has acoustic wall and its work well to keep the voice down from outside. My voice won't heard outside even I scream loud.