Chapter 12 #4
“When do I get to take care of you, Sir?”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. But he moved me away. He pulled my hands away from his lap, drawing them upwards instead. “You already have, Ophelia. More than you know. I promise.” He kissed the back of my fingers, then took my hand and put it flat against his chest. “You woke me up. Feel.”
His heart was knocking against my palm. I grinned. “It’s pounding. For me?”
“All for you.” My own heart fluttered. “Rest, for now.”
He guided my hands together, and then clasped both of my wrists in a single hand. His other hand pet my hair back, and between the sensation of being restrained and the wonderful scratching over my scalp, my eyes went heavy and closed.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep in his lap, but within seconds, I was out.
When I woke up, I found myself drooling all over his pants.
“Oh…how long have I been out?”
It was quiet. Everyone had gone home. The party was over, but Phantom hadn’t moved from this spot. He let me sleep, my head cradled in his lap, and hadn’t budged an inch, even though it had to be an uncomfortable position for him, cross-legged on the floor.
He didn’t chastise me for falling asleep, though. Instead he said, “You needed it.”
“Yeah. I guess I did.”
I was groggy, only half in the land of the living when I sat up. The edges of his eyes crinkled, endeared. “You did great, Ophelia,” he told me.
“For a first-timer, you mean?”
“No. I mean, you did great.”
He kissed my shoulder. I closed my eyes. I could spend the rest of the night in his arms, but then he murmured the words I didn’t want to hear: “I’ll get you a cab.”
I shook my head. “I’m awake now.”
“Mmhm.”
I shrugged. “What I’m saying is…we’re alone. I’m up.” My eyes fell to his lap, then I met his gaze again. “Why not…keep the party going?”
I wanted him to spend the rest of the night fucking me.
Using me. I wanted to feel his bare skin on mine.
I wanted everything, so badly. But his hand fell to the back of my neck.
He gave it a squeeze, the way a mama cat might grab her kitten by the scruff to put her in her place. “You have to go home.”
I bit my lip stubbornly. “I want to keep learning.” I shifted to get on my knees. I put them together, put my hands together, and dropped my head. Prayer position. “Please, Sir. I can take it.”
His eyes widened briefly. He exhaled slowly, like he was summoning up every inch of self-control.
“Come here,” he said. At first, my heart leapt.
Were we going to play some more? My cunt fluttered at the thought.
He stood, so did I, and then he gripped my arms. He guided me forward, towards the back wall, until we were both standing in front of a mirror.
“Ophelia,” he said, “You’ve learned enough for today.”
Then he turned me around so my back was to the mirror. I couldn’t help it—I gasped.
The sight was shocking. And, honestly, a little alarming. I’d never seem my skin like that. My ass was completely black and blue.
“It’s only going to get worse over the next twenty-four hours,” Phantom said. “You’re going to want to take Advil. One every four hours. Lots of water. Lots of rest.”
It was an out of body experience, looking at myself like that. All I could think was: that’s me. He claimed me.
A strange, twisted pride snuck up in my chest. Look what I’m capable of.
His hands rubbed over my arms. Those hands that left these vicious bruises were nothing but tender now.
“When can I see you next?” I asked.
“There’s a party every Friday.”
I pouted. “That’s a whole week.”
“Rest. Recover. There’s no need to rush this part, Ophelia.”
“What part is that, exactly?”
He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head upwards. His eyes fixed on mine in the mirror. “Your training.”
“For the submissive Olympics?”
A humored grunt from him. “For you to be mine.”
His body was hard, strong, and so warm behind me. I could melt into his embrace. I tilted my head towards his, nuzzling. “Will you kiss me?”
Strangely, his body stiffened at the request. A hint of confusion crossed his face.
“Unless…” I faltered. “Is that off limits?”
“No,” he said. He took my face in his hand. There was a shift in his expression, like he’d worked something out inside of himself and made a decision. “Kissing is not off limits,” he repeated, the confidence back in his voice. “Not for you.”
He closed his mouth over mine and I felt like I’d won some secret, sacred prize.
His lips were gentle and sweet against mine.
I pushed myself up on my toes to be closer to him, leaning in.
I invited myself into his mouth and he accepted, opening to me.
I wanted to crawl into his mouth and live there.
I swiped my tongue over his and was rewarded with a tiny, irrepressible groan.
Oh. Delicious. I wanted that sound again and again, but he restrained me and my insatiable need, sealing the kiss and pulling back.
His hands slid over my shoulders and he gave me a light squeeze.
“Come,” he said. “Let’s put on your clothes.”