Chapter 68 #2
“Simon says, lean back for me,” he grumbles harshly, and without his words registering, I do.
But I miss the stretch of leather he flings around my neck, lost in the surge I feel building in me again.
Phoenix pulls hard, and his belt tightens just enough to send a rush of adrenaline through my body, making every sensation more intense.
My pulse pounds in my ears as my oxygen becomes measured, controlled by his grip.
In a second, I flash back to my attacker—the man in the mask, Phoenix’s mask—cutting my air off with a rope.
The fear I felt starts to flare under my skin, but is quickly replaced by blissful electricity.
Phoenix’s every thrust drives deeper, harder, the constraint around my throat somehow magnifying the pleasure building between my legs.
“You can breathe after you come,” he snarls, loosening the belt just enough for me to choke in a desperate breath before he takes my air again.
I force my heavy lids open, meeting his gaze through the mask. The ocean crashes against the sand just inches from us, the rhythm matching our bodies as they collide again and again. My stockings cling to my sweat-slicked thighs, the garter clips clicking softly with each impact.
I don’t care if I suffocate as I surrender to the exquisite restriction. My fingers dig into his legs beneath me, nails leaving crescent moons in his flesh as the pressure builds inside me. The world narrows to just this, Phoenix and me, our bodies joined, as he fucks me on the edge of the world.
“That's it,” he growls, feeling my energy change as I teeter on the brink. “Let go for me.”
When he releases the belt, air floods my lungs and the orgasm crashes through me with stunning force. I convulse around him, my cry echoing across the water as my body arches against his chest. The stockings stretch taut against my thighs as my legs stiffen with pleasure.
Phoenix doesn't slow. He grips my hips harder, angling me just so, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot with each brutal thrust. He pounds himself into me over and over, then, without warning, lifts me up off his cock, letting it slide out.
I look down, but the view is obscured by the front of my dress.
He shoves his fingers inside me again, pulsing them deep inside me for just a moment before retracting.
He drags them from my opening up to my ass, swirling my slickness over my puckering hole.
I look back he’s shoving his fingers under the covering again, until he gags and withdraws them.
Strings of saliva dangle between the porcelain and his hand, and he wipes them across by pleated ring once more.
“Little Temptress.” That has him breaking character. “I need you to lean forward for just a second. I've got you.”
I tilt forward toward the water, which has started to make its way back in. Waves roll just inches short of my feet, and it won’t be long now before we’re standing in the depths. Keeping clutched in his grasp I feel Phoenix reach down and again fumble for something beneath him.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Trying to get the goddamn lube out of my pants pocket,” he says.
“You brought lube to the beach?”
“I told you, I’m going to own you. All of you.” Finally, he finishes whatever he was doing. “Got it,” he says, and he sits back up. “You’re good now,” he says, and I lean back.
“We have another issue, babe,” I speak through trembling satisfaction.
“What’s that?” he asks, and I hear the top of the bottle, pop open.
“The tide’s coming back in.”
“Then I guess we better not waste time.”
I hear the unmistakable sound of fluid squirting into his hand, followed by pressure again at my rear.
“Just keep breathing for me, Little Temptress,” he says, as he slowly swirls his finger and presses, pushing to the first knuckle inside my ass.
He twirls it just a bit, before pulling it back and pushing it a little further inside.
It’s then I feel the start of the second finger, rubbing tracing my hole. “You’re almost ready for me.”
Two fingers push into my ass, a couple inches deep.
“This is so different than the metal plugs I use.”
“Good different or bad?” he questions with a low hum.
“Does it matter?” I reply rhetorically.
“Not in the least.”
He swells his fingers, slowly stretching.
“Look at you opening up for me,” he says, his voice a husky whisper against my ear.
I pant as he pushes in and pulls out, then back in, my body trembling with each deliberate movement until he withdraws completely.
Again, I hear the clip of the bottle top and a long splurging sound of cool liquid.
Then—oh my fucking god. His thick head is right at the puckered edge of my asshole.
Then, with a firm wrench of the belt wrapped around my throat, he pulls me down until the burning pressure gives way and his cock begins to slip inside me, inch by excruciating inch.
He's so big, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. “Fuuuuck.”
“Does it hurt?” he asks while digging the fingers of his free hand into my hip.
“No.” My voice catches, betraying me.
“Are you lying?” The stream of his breath through the slit in the mask is hot against my neck.
“Maybe,” I whimper, my thighs quivering.
He lifts me back up, my skin slick with sweat, and I hear him apply more lube, the cold gel dripping down my crack, before slowly lowering me again.
He's a gentle bulldozer, plowing into me, then lifting me, dragging my pleated hole up his firm length, the ridge of his head catching on my rim with each withdrawal.
He continues to work my ass at a snail's pace, lifting and dropping, working his cock in and out, just a bit, the fullness blinding me.
I feel my muscles start to give, to accept all of him, surrendering completely.
But suddenly I feel something cold lapping at my feet.
I drop my gaze to see the moonlit water splashing over my ankles, foaming white against my skin.
I open my mouth to warn him, but he yanks back on the belt, cutting off my words and air in one swift motion, as I sink all the way to his pelvis, taking his entire length inside me.
The burning stretch ignites an inferno through my core, nearly triggering my release.
His cock pulses like a second heartbeat inside me, the ridge of his head pressing against sensitive nerves I never knew existed.
Phoenix becomes part of me, his ragged breath in my ear.
He takes his time, methodically withdrawing until only the flared head remains caught in my rim, then plunging back with devastating precision.
The cool seawater rises steadily up my calves, then my thighs, the salt stinging invisible abrasions on my skin.
Each wave crashes with increasing force, the rhythmic sound drowning out my whimpers.
His hips snap upward, driving deeper with each thrust, the dual sensations of his cock stretching me and the frigid water swirling around us creating a delirious contrast. Needles of fire dance across my skin where his fingers dig into my hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks I'll cherish tomorrow.
The pressure inches toward boiling, and I won’t have a choice but to unravel for him again. I think I’m ready. To die coming if it’s like this. With him. But nothing prepares me for what he says next.
“Nobody will ever hurt you again.” I try to comprehend his words, but the electricity in my veins has me stuck on stupid.
“I have the man who haunts you. The man you see when you sleep.” He thrusts long and slow now, making sure I’m hearing every syllable.
“We’re going to destroy him, you and me.
” He slams into my ass again and I don’t know if I can hold on for the rest of his— “But first. Do it, Little Temptress. Explode for me.”
I want to ask him what he’s talking about—what he means by he has ‘the man who haunts’ me—but the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo.
“You are not the horrors you’ve endured.” Again, he parrots my mantra. The verbal armor I put on before facing the world. But from him, they aren’t just words. They’re facts. Truths he’s implanting. And maybe for the first time, I believe—
“Gaaah, Phoenix!”
Another orgasm crashes through me like the waves themselves. The cold ocean battles with the heat of our bodies, reality blurring as I surrender completely. My release tears through me with carnal force, and I throw my head back, a guttural sound escaping my throat.
“Turn back around,” he hums, lifting me off him with hands which leave bruising imprints on my hips.
I pivot unsteadily as commanded, my soaked dress clinging to every curve like a second skin.
The retreating wave catches me off-guard, sand shifting beneath my feet, dragging me down until I collapse to my knees before him.
Saltwater foam ripples around my thighs.
“Perfect,” he says, rising to stand before me, moonlight carving shadows across the planes of his body. It’s surreal to look up at him and see the blankness of that mask. The face of a taker. Yet, I love he’s the one doing the taking.
Phoenix snakes his hand behind my head, fingers tangling painfully in my wet hair, and pulls my face toward his thick cock.
“I want to watch you choke yourself on my cock, Little Temptress.”
Drenched and drained, my lips part as though they have a mind of their own, hovering over his crown, the salty-sweet musk of him filling my nostrils.
My jaw stretches wide to accommodate his girth, the veins along his shaft pulsing against my tongue as I lower myself upon him.
I expect the taste to be worse. To be vile.
But I'm not thinking much anymore. My body is still buzzing with aftershocks as I push myself all the way down, taking his crown into my throat, feeling the ridge catch against my soft palate.
I gag on the spasm, throat constricting around him like a vice.
The command echoes in my mind, lets me go deeper than I thought possible.
His hands press against the back of my head, fingers spread across my skull, holding me in place as he thrusts into my throat with shallow, controlled movements.
Tears stream from my eyes, leaving hot smoky trails down my cheeks.
Saliva pools and drips from the corners of my mouth, coating his cock in a glistening sheen, trailing down to his heavy balls.
I cup them in my palm, feeling their weight, massaging the tight skin as he finally releases his grip just enough for me to gulp a desperate breath before continuing.
The sea crashes into me from behind, each wave a frigid shock against my fevered skin.
Saltwater surges between my thighs, stinging deliciously where I'm raw and swollen.
My silk stockings hang in tatters, reduced to soaked ribbons clinging to my calves, though the lace garters still bite into my flesh, leaving crimson rings that will mark me for days.
The swell of cold brings renewed determination, and I drive myself down on him, feeling the smooth head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I work him mercilessly. My lips stretched taut around his girth. My tongue tracing the prominent vein along his underside.
“Fuck. You’re sucking me so well.” He groans, his voice breaking, and power sweeps through me.
I belong to him in this moment. But as I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, I know he's equally mine.
I cradle his balls in my palm, feeling their weight.
The tight skin. The vulnerable heat. When his thighs begin to tremble and his fingers tighten painfully in my hair, I know I've claimed him completely.
His job. His ex. His past, and mine. All behind us now.
“Look at me while I fill your pretty little throat.”
I force my head down as far as it can go, coughing and hacking, taking him as deeply as possible until I feel the pulsing of his come firing into my esophagus.
“You are enough, exactly as you are.”
My core pulses in the rising water as I choke hard on his seed. He bays at the moon like a wolf claiming its mate.
I gasp for air as he removes his hands from the back of my head. Come and spit and tears drip down my face. I'm out of my wits. Ocean waves splash across me.
He cups my face beneath him and tilts my head to look at him with strained eyes.
“You're so fucking beautiful right now, Little Temptress. Now, kiss me, and know you're so fucking mine.”
If I had known he'd react this way in a fit of jealousy, I'd have fucked with him sooner.