Chapter 68
Roni
My feet are killing me in these fucking heels. I wish I’d known we’d be walking in the sand. This is a terrible fucking idea.
“Babe,” I call out to get his attention and the bastard ignores me. I call out again, and still, he pays no attention to my pleas. “Simon!” I shout and he stops in his tracks, turns and gives me a ‘yes dear?’ lean of his damn head.
This motherfucker.
“Hold up. Hold this.” I reach for his hand and lift my right foot. “Can you undo the clasp, please?” I’m wobbling on my leg, worried I’ll topple over and ruin my dress.
Of course, he’s better at this than I am, and in no time, he’s undone the shoes. He pulls them off and tugs my wrist in his hand, guiding me forward while leaving the heels buried in the sand behind us.
He leads me down the jetty, the stretch of rocks jutting into the ocean, right to its end, where the water laps just a few feet from the stones.
“You’re crazy,” I say.
I can’t see it, but I know he’s grinning by the sound of his voice when he responds, “Crazy about you.”
I clear my throat. “Since this is my fantasy and all, can you ditch the mask? I mean, I can’t kiss you with that thing on. And it creeps me the fuck out.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But no.” His answer is curt and hits me hard. “I’m going to fuck the nightmares out of you, Little Temptress. From now on, when you see this disguise, or any one like it, your memory is going to revert to tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“Simon says sit.” He drops onto a large square stone and pulls into his lap, one hand at my waist, the other slipping to my ass with a firm squeeze.
His movements are deliberate. He holds the chin of the white porcelain while he slips his lips out to plan small, hungry kisses across my cleavage, tracking up my chest to my neck, my chin, then back to my lips where he swarms my mouth again.
He stays hidden—the mask shielding me from seeing him.
Already, I can feel him growing hard against me through his pants. He trails his teeth down my cheek to the hollow beneath my ear, then bites and sucks until a surge of fire and ice ripples through me. We shiver and melt all at once.
“Simon says stand and turn around,” he mutters in my ear, and my heart pulses at the sound of his voice. My body obeys, and I pivot to face away from him. I hear metal and leather shifting, the rustle of cloth.
I glance over my left shoulder, and he catches my gaze through those deep voids.
“Simon says eyes forward.” Again, I do as I’m told.
He stands up behind me and presses himself against my back. His obstructed lips graze my mostly bare shoulder while wrapping his arms around my chest and slowly squeezes my breasts.
“You’re doing so well, Little Temptress,” he says, nuzzling my ear with that fucking thing.
“You look ravishing tonight.” Using his chin to slowly move the whisps of my hair out of his way, he murmurs, “This dress is perfection. I might even feel bad when we’re done.
” My skin prickles at the ocean spray just feet from us, and I begin to wonder if we’ll even be able to survive this insanity.
His hands glide up my chest and over my shoulders to the back of my neck, where he slowly undoes the bow I tied to hold up my dress. I feel the pressure give as he tugs on the fabric. And suddenly, the front of my gown dips forward down to my legs, exposing my erect nipples to the cool sea breeze.
He’s quick, though, returning his hands to my tits, squeezing, rubbing, pressing them together, kissing me between my shoulders.
His hand glides down my side, searching for the slit up my thigh. His fingers walk their way under the cloth and across the top of my leg, to where no-man’s-land and thigh meets. The crevice between where he is and where he wants to be.
His teeth gently clamp on my shoulder, biting lightly, and I let out a long, slow moan.
“Phoenix.” His name is a whimper on my lips.
He soon discovers I’ve arrived without panties beneath my garter belt. They can be such a nuisance. I always hate when I have to slow my show long enough to take them off and get them to the floor. It’s the least sexy part of every stream.
I can tell he’s pleased, too, as his fingers glide over my clit to find my already-wet folds. He sinks his teeth into my flesh again, sucking on the skin and muscle between my neck and arm.
“Fuck.” I shiver. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking what’s mine, Little Temptress.” He gives me a gravelly whisper, then pinches my clit between his thumb and finger, dialing back and forth, rolling my hard bundle of nerves between them.
My legs nearly give out, but his free arm holds me, keeping me from falling.
“Fucking hell.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this since you shared your little fantasy.”
His fingers roll back over my clit to my dripping opening, where he slides two of them in and pulls them back out before shoving them back in deeper this time.
He holds them there in place and runs his thumb over my clit.
The sensation is mind-shattering, and he’s trying to rub his fingers and thumb together through my hardened bud.
I gasp at the pleasure it brings. He slowly lowers his gripping hand and pushes it back up, firmly rubbing my inner wall and my clit simultaneously, in and out, across, up and down.
My whole body shakes. And I know I won’t be able to stop it.
My half-lidded eyes flicker while ignorantly staring at the moon.
“Simon says give it to me.” And I lose it. I cry out as my whole body goes tense, and I come on his fingers. “Yes. Good girl. That's what I want.”
While I'm still regaining my wits, he withdraws his hand from my dripping cunt.
“You are not your imperfections,” he groans.
On a come high and half confused by the mask he wears, I watch over my shoulder, defying his earlier command, as he slides his finger and thumb under the covering. I melt at the sound of him sucking them clean.
He uses both hands, one on each side, to lift the bottom of my dress up, exposing my still quivering skin to the elements.
“Simon says sit down, slowly.”
“What?”
“What did I say?” he growls.
Obliging his directive, my hips sink slowly, praying he'll catch me if I start to fall. I don't have to worry, though. It's as if hearing my thoughts, his arm wraps around me again, and I feel his other hand tucked under my leg, using it to guide the head of his cock to my starving hole.
I can guess what he's about to do, and then he uses his might to pull me down hard onto his cock.
“Holy shit!” I cry out again. It hurts in the best way.
Even knowing what was going to happen, I wasn't ready for it.
Before I can even react, he's got both his hands planted firmly on my hips and he's using them to help lift me until his crown is just about to slip out before slamming me back down onto his hips.
I see stars when he throbs deeps inside me. Far more than those littering the sky. He continues to use his strength to guide me up and down, bouncing me on his cock, taking his whole length and girth as far into me as he can go.
“Oh my god, Phoenix, you're so hard. I can't—”
“Yes, Little Temptress. Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“Oh my god, I love it so much. I feel you everywhere.”
“And what about this pussy?” He rapidly slaps his hand on my clit while fucking into me.
“She loves it!” I whimper, feeling myself about to shatter again.
“Simon says tell me whose pussy this is.” His slaps send streams of pleasure through my core, while he digs his other fingers into my hips. Hard. Enough I’ll see marks tomorrow. But I don’t fucking care.
“It’s y—your pussy,” I stutter with pleasure. “It’s all for you.”
The rocks of the jetty are firm beneath us as he shifts his stance, planting his feet wider apart. In one fluid motion, he lifts me completely off his length before slamming me back down. I cry out, my voice carrying across the dark water stretching endlessly before us.
“That's it,” he hisses against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers across my back despite the warmth building inside me. “Simon says, let the heavens hear how much you love my cock.”
My stockings catch slightly as he maneuvers me, the delicate mesh somehow still intact despite our savage coupling. The contrast of the elegant garters against my trembling thighs makes me feel both debauched and powerful.
“You are not your worst decisions.” His words, my words, pierce into my heart like his cock buried inside me.
I throw my head back, my mangled ponytail whipping against my bare shoulders as Phoenix drives into me with relentless force. The cool night air kisses my exposed skin where my gown has been hastily shoved up, bunched and forgotten around my waist like the formalities we've abandoned.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” Phoenix snarls, his thumb tracing the edge of one stocking where it meets my thigh. A moment of tenderness amid our primitive rhythm. “But I’m not done with you yet, Little Temptress.”
A fleeting question flashes in my mind, but the bliss of him claiming me wipes it away just as fast.
Holding me tightly with his left, I feel him fumbling around are feet with his right hand, until finally a hear a quick whooshing sound.