Chapter 31 #3
“Prove it,” I say. My voice drops; a soft, breathy thing that I can barely recognize.
There’s a new tension in the air between us. He steps forward and closes the distance. His hand comes to the side of my face. His thumb nestles under my jaw and pushes my chin up, forcing me to look up at him.
“There it is,” he says. “That’s the one. That look. Don’t move. Not an inch.”
He tilts in and kisses me. It takes the breath out of my lungs. I freeze in my spot, obeying, as he claims my mouth, opening me. I can feel his kiss all the way down to my toes.
When he breaks the kiss, this time, his voice is breathless. “Go in your bedroom,” he commands. “Get your sleep mask and bring it back here.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. My heart is pounding.
I missed this. I missed him. I missed me. Ophelia. His obedient, submissive good girl.
I move quickly to my bedroom. I find my pink sleep mask and grab it off my pillow. I return to find Phantom has removed his shirt. I step over to him.
“Remove your panties,” he says, “and sit on the edge of the table.”
I step out of my panties, let them fall to the floor, and pull myself up to the edge of the table. I put the sleep mask around my head, ready to wear it, but he extends his hand.
“No. Give it to me.”
To him? I remove the sleep mask and hold it out instead. He takes it and slips it on his own head. Then he settles between my legs and cradles my thighs.
“Heightens the senses,” he says and tugs the blindfold over his eyes. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”
Blindfolded now, his lips trail blindly up my thigh. When he reaches my sex, he inhales and sighs with pleasure.
“You smell like heaven,” he murmurs. His lips find their way between my legs.
His tongue unfurls against my sex, his wet heat meeting mine.
I moan, my fingers slipping into his hair.
I tug those tight curls and he rolls his tongue in slow circles, savoring me.
His hand slips underneath and, as he sucks my needy clit, he eases two fingers inside me.
Oh God. I missed these fingers.
They curl inside of me and I shiver. He knows all my pleasure points. He knows exactly which spots to hit to make me tremble. Phantom lets out a muffled noise, a low moan, and I feel the sound vibrate against my sex as he enjoys me, sucking, licking.
True to his word, he takes his time with me.
I lose myself in the swirl of his tongue.
The heat of his breath. The soft, sucking sounds.
He eats me like a man starved and I moan, loving the way he devours me completely.
He crooks his fingers in a way that makes my heart flutter.
He finds that sensitive spot inside of me and I suck in a tight gasp.
It feel as though my pleasure is being pulled tight and every time he strokes right there, I go tighter.
I try to hold off, try to make it last, but it’s not long before my muscles go tense and my legs begin to shake uncontrollably.
“No,” I moan. “Not there. You’re going to make me…mm…!”
“I know.” His voice is dark, nearly a growl. His fingers continue their relentless stroking. “I want you to. You have permission to flood my mouth.”
His permission sets me free. I give in. “Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please…please, don’t stop…”
“Give, Ophelia.”
He licks, and sucks, and fingers me all at once.
I scream. Everything in me goes tight around him, and I burst with pleasure.
I soak my thighs and his face. I reach the high, pinnacle of pleasure, and I can’t seem to come down.
I cry out, throat hoarse, weeping as I ride his mouth.
Phantom lets out a muffled groan, and his hand suddenly goes vice-like on my thigh.
He grips me so hard, I’m sure it’ll leave a bruise, and his tongue goes into a frenzy, rolling and sucking until I have nothing more to give.
His hand squeezes my leg a few more times and he gives a quiet, pleased hum as I dissolve into whimpers.
We seem to come down together, his tongue and fingers slowing as the vicious clenching of my orgasm calms into tiny, gentle flutters.
Eventually, Phantom pulls back his tongue.
He presses a couple small, sweet kisses to my sex, but I’m so sensitive that even those make me shiver.
His fingers leave my pussy and he moves both hands to my thighs so he can get off his knees.
He stands, level with me again, and removes the mask, revealing those bright eyes. Briefly our foreheads touch.
I grin. “You’re soaked.”
Gracelessly, he picks up his shirt and uses it like a rag to wipe his face clean. I laugh, because the gesture is so rough and he’s normally so uptight about…everything.
“Better?” he asks.
“Mmhm.”
I appraise him. Shirtless. Muscled. Gleaming.
He’s gorgeous. I worship his body and his skin is wonderfully hot to the touch.
I run my palms down the strong chest, down his stomach, down.
He’s still in his sweatpants, and I run my fingers over the swollen outline of his cock, drawing over the tip of him, where the fabric has gone dark and wet.
“Oh,” I bite my lip. “You’re soaked everywhere. Did you…cum in your pants?”
His voice is full of grit. “Yes.”
“Just from eating me?”
“It was a surprise for me, too.”
Knowing the effect I have on him…it’s a rush. He cups my face, his thumb tracing the edge of my smile. I hook my fingers over the waistband of his pants, feeling the soft hairs on his tummy. His abdomen goes tight in response.
“When was the last time you got off?” I ask.
His mouth pinches downwards, like the answer is obvious. “What’s the point if you’re not there?”
Goddess above. I almost drop to my knees and reward this man for his obstinate, unshakeable loyalty. Instead, I drop my forehead against his. For a second, we just breathe together. Our breath and heartbeats slow together, bodies settling.
“I haven’t either,” I confess suddenly. “Brody never made me cum. Not once. I tried, but I couldn’t. Not without you. You’d…trained me too well.”
Phantom doesn’t respond right away, but I can hear the gears in his brain working. “Clementines…they don’t really cure sub-drop,” he tells me.
“What?”
“They’re good for you, sure. But it’s a placebo effect.
If I tell people this fruit will help them through a drop, and they believe it, sometimes…
when someone is at their lowest, it works.
It’s the same with training you. I never hypnotized you.
You came on command because you trusted me.
Your body felt safe. If you couldn’t with him… that had nothing to do with me.”
I turn that over in my mind. “So it’s all…what? Just a game?”
He cups my face, directing me to look him in the eyes. “Phantom and Ophelia…they play games that other people don’t understand. But that doesn’t make it any less real. It’s real to me.” He hesitates, then he adds, “Sometimes, it’s the only thing in my life that feels real.”
“Yeah. Mine too.”
There’s a longing between us. Thick. Like a fog. A longing for sex, yes, but also for…more. A deep, indescribable ache that exists when we’re apart, but when we’re together…finally, I feel whole again.
Neither of us seem to want to be the first to pull away.
“We’re having a party at the club on Friday.”
“I know. I saw.”
“Come. I want you there. Not because I asked you to. But because the club needs you.” He drops his forehead against mine. “Not as my submissive. I haven’t earned your trust back. I know that. Come because the club is your home and it misses you.”
“Okay.”
“Yes?” His eyes meet mine. I swear, the gold in them lights up.
I shrug. Casual. Trying not to make a big deal out of it. “You know me. FOMO is real. I can’t not go to a Seekers Club party.” I cock my head. “I do have…one condition.”
“Name it.”
“Admit that I won.” His eyebrows knit, confused. “Mancala. That first night…”
He chuckles. “Not going to happen.”
I gasp. “You’re the most bullheaded man I’ve ever met. I’m giving you what you want. On a platter.”
His eyes fix on mine. “Ophelia. I’m not going to let you win off a technicality. You’re too talented and intelligent to accept a cheap win.”
My mouth is open, ready to argue. I close it.
That’s maybe the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
“We’ll have a rematch,” he negotiates. “Valentine’s Day. After the party. Once everyone goes home. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Look at us. Making future plans. Slowly easing back into a…something. Not a relationship. But something. Like slipping into a bath full of piping hot water.
I have to take my time, or I’ll get burned.
He kisses me. I don’t think he meant to. It’s a sudden, knee-jerk gesture, like in this post-sex haze he’s lost all of his inhibitions. I make a small, surprised noise against his lips. And then I melt into it.
It feels so good to kiss him.
His kiss is strong, and safe, and he tastes entirely like me.
Phantom pulls on his clothes. He finishes cleaning up, and then he leaves. At the door, he says see you later, which sounds a lot like fuck you later, and my whole body tingles at the prospect. He’s not gone three minutes before my phone buzzes.
It’s a text. From Dove.
[Text: Dove]
You’re never going to believe this.
She sends a selfie of herself. She’s sitting on Dorian’s couch, blanket in her lap. Dorian’s black cat, Behemoth, has settled into Dove’s lap. The cat’s eyes are closed and she looks cozy.
[Text: Dove]
She’s purring.
I can’t help it. I smile and “heart” the picture.
Who knows? Maybe people can change.