When He Plays Piano in the Dark - Sex Stories

When He Plays Piano in the Dark

... He kissed Pairen before stepping out to meet the roaring applause of his patient audience. His sister stood beside her, watching Pairen instead of him. Her arms were fixed across her chest. "So you are the one." Her words were seeped in sarcasm. "Excuse me," Pairen said, slightly offended. "Excuse me," his sister mimicked before walking away with a laugh. Weeks later his sister, after warming up to Pairen just a little and realizing that Pairen was not some transitional fling, smiled, took Pairen’s hand and whispered in her ear. "You love him don't you?" Pairen nodded her head watching her lover mesmerizing the Swiss audience. "Poor child," she said, shaking her head. "He will never be the type of man that lives a normal life. He will never give you a family or let you walk freely within that mind of his. He can’t help it. He'll only break your heart, leaving you too ruined by his love to take a chance on giving yours to anyone else.” “Does he do this often,” Pairen asked with a tear threatening to fall, “keep a woman like this?” “He never lets them make it this far honey.” Pairen remembered it like yesterday. She had ignored all the warnings. The woman in Prague with all the jewelry falling from her body was a major warning. The way she had cried, calling out his name as he ignored her, and walked away. He then came up to Pairen and kissed her on the cheek. Pairen had watched the two of them. The woman was arguing in another language with her finger in his face, then crying ...

... and pleading. He seemed to say something to her, but it only made her cries worse. When he noticed Pairen, he simply said something brief and left the woman standing there. Only later, Pairen discovered that the woman had been a spurned lover—the one he usually stayed with in Europe. Pairen had lost her job over running to be by his side that night in New York, only to have him pretty much ignore her during the days that followed. He did not even seem to realize that unlike himself, she needed to be fed. Pairen was handled by his sister as if she was just another task that needed to be completed for him to stay happy. When Pairen complained about being left alone during the day, his sister arranged for her to sight see--without him. His sister had dresses for special events delivered. The woman even left her an itinerary every morning, so that Pairen would know where she was supposed to be and when. If by chance he turned around or looked for her, Pairen was supposed to be there. Those days had been miserable and often repeated. But at night, he would realize she was there. Or, they would be at some event or dinner party and he would watch her. His eyes always told her what his silence did not. Those were the times he would lavish her with his attention and lead her by the hand to wherever they would lie in each other’s arms. He would tell her how beautiful she looked. He would make endless love to her. Sometimes he gave her minutes, sometimes hours and when the moon hit the ...