Page 96 of Guarded By the Phantom

He threw a pink cushion on the floor and handed me a glass of cold water. I drank it greedily, then settled myself between his legs, the steady vibration in my ass driving me crazy. It wouldn’t make me come, but it would keep me hot and bothered while I pleasured him.

“You really are a monster,” I said with a smirk, running my tongue up his hard, sticky cock.

He was all wet with precum, as aroused as he was.

“I am,” he said with a grin. “I’m turning on the movie. If the sounds make you afraid, suck on me to calm down.”

I shivered. This new game was already turning into my favorite one. He knew me so well. How I adored being ordered around and yet taken care of. Edged and then satisfied. Fucked and cuddled, and then fed my favorite foods and told how beautiful and good I was.

I spent the entire movie at his feet, with his dick in my mouth. But as he edged me, I edged him. I licked him carefully, played with his piercings, sucked on his knobs. He grunted and shifted, turning the vibration in my butt plug up and down as he pleased, but neither of us got to come. Finally, when the credits rolled, he turned off the TV and looked at me.

“Now, you can either finish me off and get my cum or we’ll have dinner. I’m fine with either option.”

I laughed under my breath, though the sound was strained. I was dying from the need to come. My entire pelvis throbbed for relief.

“That’s a lie, though,” I said, giving his leaking tip a careful lick. “You want to come down my throat. You would do anything for me to finish you off right now.”

His hips bucked instinctively, as if trying to thrust in my mouth. I pulled back.

“Bratty little doll,” he growled, clicking on the remote. “What do you choose?”

The toy suddenly flared to life, the vibration turned up to max. I grunted, squirming in place, while he laughed. I gritted my teeth, palmed his wide, muscular thighs, and swallowed his cock as far as I could take it.

He cussed, fisting my hair, which had grown back quite a lot and was one of his favorite parts of me to hold. I sucked him ardently, bringing him to a quick finish while the toy inside me buzzed like crazy.

As soon as I swallowed his thick cum, he fell down to the floor with me.

“Hands and knees, love.”

I obeyed at once. He palmed my hips and thrust deep, both of us groaning from pleasure at the feel. I was swollen and dripping from the constant stimulation, his cock the best reward for all the edging I went through.

Buried deep inside me, he stroked the beetle tattoo on my lower back, humming with pleasure. I knew how he loved the sight of it on me. His signature.

The tender moment was over soon. He fucked me hard and fast, grunting like an animal. I was almost too full with the toy and him inside, and it was absolutely perfect. I came fast, taking that pleasure greedily now that it was available. He pressed down on my lower back, urging me to lie down on my belly, and took me like that, until I came again.

His orgasm came soon after. Both satisfied, we lay on the carpet in front of the couch, breathing hard, until he remembered the remote and turned off the toy.

Then we had dinner and showered, and he railed me in the shower like he did on our wedding night.

It was a perfect day, one of many.

Phantom’s Epilogue

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to track you down?” I complained to my prisoner, who sat on the floor in the small bunker in the woods where I’d trapped him two days before.

There was nothing but forests around, and the bunker was well isolated. No one would hear us, whatever happened in here. Which was fortunate, because I had a lot of games in mind.

He was filthy, having soiled himself since I’d left him here. There was a bag on his head, just in case, and his hands were tied together behind a long pole that didn’t allow him to move from the spot.

The cable ties were probably too tight. His fingers were kinda gray and most likely felt numb. I wanted to cut the cable ties and see what happened. Would his hands hurt like a bitch? It was worth checking.

“Now, I’m gonna take the bag off your head. If you try your mental shit, I’ll stick pins under your toenails. Okay. Ready?”

I pulled the bag off with a flourish. The mind manipulator who attacked Barbara over a year ago instantly looked at me, hiseyes glowing with his power before he realized what I was. He cringed, mumbling through the gag in his mouth.

Of course, his shit didn’t work on me. I was immune.

“That was naughty. I gave you a fair warning, didn’t I?”

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