Page 63 of Guarded By the Phantom

She shook her head with a soft cry. “No! It’s not that! I promise.”

“Oh, I don’t care,” I hissed, grabbing my knife. “You’ll learn once and for all not to play with fire. Don’t move.”

She froze, her lips parting when she saw the long, serrated blade in my hand. I chuckled under my breath, running the dull side down her front between her breasts. She choked on her breath, shaking harder and harder, and I tsked.

“See? I play this way. Tell me to go, love. If you don’t, I will keep going.”

She hissed when I turned the knife, running the sharp tip down her stomach until it snagged on the fabric. Her muscles tensed, as if she could protect herself from the knife by clenching them hard enough.

When I looked up, her face was hard, too.

“No?” I asked with a reckless laugh. “How about now?”

Faster than she could follow, I slid the blade under the tight fabric at her hip, cutting up sharply. The leotard fell open, half-cut, half-torn. I stared at her bare breasts, honing in on the beauty mark on the underside of the left one.

“I still want you,” she choked out, staring at her nakedness with an expression that could be caused by pain or pleasure.

“Hmm.” I cut down, careful not to hurt her, and her seamless panties fluttered to the ground.

My grip tightened on the knife as I looked at the triangle of soft, trimmed curls. She was blonde down here, too. And I knew if I parted her, she would be pink. Just like the world around me.

My cock bucked at the sight, and I knew I played a very dangerous game, too. My control hung by a thread.

“F-fuck me,” she said, her eyes pleading in the mirror. “Please.”

I dropped the knife and stumbled away, my entire body throbbing with want. God, if I ever cried, I would right fucking now. It felt excruciating.

And yet, no.

I couldn’t have her. This was a lesson. Because she would get terrified and run from me in the end. The goal was to make that happen before I fell for her completely.

“Please,” she said, turning awkwardly with her wrists tied behind her back.

I shook my head, bending to retrieve my knife. I cut through the cable tie, freeing her hands, and pulled the chair closer. She breathed hard, her scent cloying up my lungs until I drowned in it, and I barely saw through the pink. And yet, I couldn’t leave. Not until she told me to.

“Hands in front of you,” I ordered, my voice so ragged, I barely recognized it.

She obeyed instantly, and my cock twitched, drawing her wide-eyed gaze. Damn, she was sogood.She would have pleased me so much if this could ever turn into something more.

I secured another cable tie around her wrists and sat down in the chair, pulling her on top of me. She sat in my lap, her sweet ass crushing my cock, and I cursed when I felt how fucking slick I was, dripping all over her and myself.

Now she’d definitely be filthy because of me.

When she sat on me securely, shivering, I grabbed her tied wrists and pulled them up, looping her arms around my neck.

“Stay like this,” I growled, pulling her legs open.

She released a choked-up moan when I spread them wide, my bare fingers digging into the flesh of her inner thighs. Wanting tosee more, I raised her knees and spread my legs under her until I saw everything in the mirror.

“Such a pretty doll,” I whispered, mesmerized by the glistening sheen at her core and inner thighs. “So shameless.”

She whimpered at that, her legs twitching as if to close, but she didn’t move them. Her muscles trembled, and when I hummed low in my throat, my shaft pulsing under her weight, her pussy clenched visibly.

“So good,” I whispered, running my finger up her thigh to gather her sweetness.

She gasped when I licked it off with my tongue lolling out, red and fleshy. I opened my mouth wide, giving her another look at my maw. She hiccupped, her eyes glued to our reflection, but didn’t tell me to go.

“You know what I’ll do?” I asked hoarsely. “I’ll make a mess of you. There.”

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