Chapter 37
Ophelia. Now.
The sound of electricity clicking through the air sends my hair on end.
Fuck. Phantom has used electro-stim devices on me before and…I love them. The same way I love riding roller-coaster—it terrifies me, but I love the fear.
I hear him test the device on his own arm first.
“Why am I hurting you, Ophelia?” he asks.
I tilt my head, resting my cheek against the smooth leather of the bench. “Because I love it.”
Then I feel the smooth, warm glass roll over my thigh.
He activates it and it sends a zap through my body, pulling a shout from me.
The contact site stings, not unlike the pinch of a tattoo gun.
My nerves come to life. All those buzzing, busy fight-or-flight responses feel normal here.
My nervous system feels normal here, and it scratches an inch I can’t get anywhere else.
“Give me a color,” Phantom says.
“Green,” I whine.
Another crackle. This time, he zaps my opposite thigh and I yelp again.
I fucking love it.
The wand buzzes, crackles, and hisses as he touches it to all those sensitive places that make me twitch. He taps my already-bruised ass. He teases my inner thighs. He whispers it across my soles of my feet and the sharp tickle makes my toes curl.
All thoughts have vanished from my brain. I can’t focus on anything except the brutal kisses of the tip of his wand.
“That's my girl,” he murmurs, and a pleasant feeling vibrates through me. “How much can you take?” A zap to my inner thigh makes me jump. “You can take more, can’t you?”
The wand nudges between my legs. My entire body trembles and tenses when I feel the glass tease over my swollen clit.
“Fuck,” I swear between my teeth. The anticipation builds inside of me, fear twisting and tightening in my chest at the thought of the shock torturing the most sensitive part of me.
“You can take it,” he informs me, and he’s right.
I want more. I want to push myself. I want to feel the blade of Artemis’s arrow pressing against my throat.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, breathless permission.
There’s a crack and a bolt lights up between my legs. I scream, my nails digging into the meaty leather of the bench. Pain rolls into pleasure and my insides clench, hotly throbbing, and I can’t tell if I’ve cum or not but fuck, it feels so agonizingly good…
Phantom’s fingers grip into my hair. He lifts my hair, pulling me back.
“Look at yourself. What do you see?”
I see a wild woman in the mirror. Melted makeup, face shiny with tears, frizzy hair stuck to my lips and my cheeks. I’m euphoric and I bark with laughter. “A messy bitch.”
His hand slides from my hair to my throat. Affectionately, his fingers play over the column of my throat. His brown eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Whose messy bitch?”
“Your messy bitch, Sir.”
He unzips. I gasp when he rewards me by nuzzling the tip of his cock against my pussy.
“Please,” My voice is tight, desperate with need. “Please, please, please, Sir.”
He drops the wand and sinks his cock inside of me. He fills me so completely and I swoon, my head falling forward, heavy in his arms.
He holds me up. Supports me. His fingers feel tight and secure under my jaw as he slides all the way inside of me.
Phantom moans, and the sound cracks me open completely. It’s the sound of the man I love the most unraveling. “God, you feel perfect. You’re perfect. So perfect.” He can’t seem to stop saying the word perfect, and each swoop of his hips sends a warm wave of pleasure washing over me.
I am lost in him, and he is lost in me, and together, we’re falling, swooning, tightening and throbbing and cresting and…
“Give me everything, Ophelia,” he demands and I cry out, hitting my orgasm instantly.
His head dips and he kisses my throat, the back of my neck.
His body covers mine, his arm locking around my chest, like he can’t get close enough to me.
He exhales a low, shuddery moan into my ear as he spills over, and the warmth of him fills me completely.
I’m a whimpering, wonderful mess as he finishes the both of us with thrusts that match the beat of my heart. He covers me in kisses—shoulder kisses, back kisses, pushing my hair to the side for face kisses.
“I love you,” he says, and I know it, but…
How good it feels to hear it.
“I love you too.” I smile. Spent. Exhausted. Blissed.
He takes off the binds holding me in place and scoops me into his arms like so much melted ice cream. I feel precious, and cared for, and safe as he gently lowers us both to the floor. I sit in his lap and he cradles me to his chest.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Don’t worry about that.”
“We have to meet my friends.” Even I can hear the slur in my voice.
“We will.” His strength, my anchor. “Soon. But you know what we have to do first.”
I hum. “Mandatory cuddle time.”
“I thought it was mandatory pamper Ophelia time.”
I press my ear to the thud of his heartbeat. “Let’s do this forever,” I murmur.
“Alright.”
“I mean it.” I tilt my head back. I need to look him in his eyes for this.
“When I introduce you to everyone tonight…I want to introduce you as my fiancé.” When he doesn’t respond right away, I get a small hit of panic, like taking an electro-stim to the heart.
I revise: “If the offer is still on the table.”
He touches my face. His fingertips trail down my cheek and tease the collar around my throat. “You have been my wife since the moment I met you, Ruby Casper.”
He kisses me, and his kiss feels like home.
THE END.