Is it insane to agree to Phantom’s conditions? Probably. Giving my body to a man I’ve never actually met before and only interacted with online is nuts. But my attraction to Phantom is undeniable. My body heats up just being in his presence.
During the ride over, my mind swirled with raunchy fantasies of the things I wanted him to do. My heart hammers from the anticipation of letting this man play with me as he pleases. I’ve had sex with a couple of guys, but it had all been lackluster. Thehardest I ever come is when I wrap my hands around my own neck, like I had last night when…
“Were you watching me last night?”
My question hangs in the air, and though I can’t see his full face, the way the corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly tells me he is smiling.
“And if I was?”
It should freak me out. The idea that he broke into our property and watched me. That I have no idea who he is, and yet he knows where I live. But for some illogical reason it thrills me. It has me wanting him more than I’ve wanted anyone in my entire life.
I really need some therapy to unpack this.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I’m letting myself run free.
So, I swallow all the rules I’ve been taught. I push all propriety to the wayside and bolster false confidence with my words.
“And if you were, I’d ask why you didn’t join in?”
“Oh, come now, Blair. I’m not going to do anything unless you beg for it.”
My core pulses at his words, my pussy already dripping wet because the moment I saw him, I knew I was a goner.
“Are you saying if I beg, you’ll give me what I want?”
His strong hand grips my right hip, digging into the skin right above the bone.
“Blair, if you beg, I’ll give you the world.”
I lift my right leg, hooking my ankle around his ass.
Moving my body is easy. Speaking is a little more difficult. I’m still mildly traumatized by the countless times I asked Riley formore, only to have him brush me off or laugh in my face. I want to be bitten, scratched, choked, fucked. I want to be marked with pain—my skin red and raw from the sheer abuse. Teeth tugging at my neck, leaving it black and blue. All the desires Icommented on Phantom’s account are ones that everyone else has dismissed as freakish…but he says he’ll make them come true, no matter how dark they are.
Maybe tonight, I really can let my desires run wild.
Just tonight.
When the sun rises, I can push all these twisted wants back in the box. But while the moon shines against the stars, I can let the shadows out to play.
Phantom runs his hand across my thigh. Back and forth. Back and forth. Teasing the hem of my dress closer and closer to my pussy each time.
I’ve dreamed about this, and now it’s a reality before me.
I use my ankle to bring his hips flush with my own. He doesn’t expect the move, and I feel his thick length pressed against my pussy. Satisfaction courses through my veins. There is a sense of unbridled accomplishment I feel at the fact that I made him hard without even really trying.
Me.
This man whom millions of people thirst over is hungry for me.
I’ve never felt powerful, never felt in control. But right now, I’m both of those, and it’s the best feeling ever.
His fingers halt at the dip between my thigh and my core, and I stop breathing. In tiny increments, his fingertips inch closer and closer until they reach the edge of my panties. My hips lift up a fraction, urging his touch farther.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Hmm?”
