Page 128 of Phantom Mine

Every hit of the brush on her ass is equally punishing and possessive, driven by my need to own her. She whines but she’s dripping, her thighs clenching eagerly together. She loves it.

“Fuck me,” she begs. “Please…please fuck me.”

I laugh sharply, running a hand over her heated skin. It’s red and raised, and I’m pleased to see she flinches at my touch. Maybe that’ll teach her to never threaten me with the unthinkable again.

“No.”

“No?”

“You've been bad, Leni, and bad girls don’t deserve my cock,” I say, running the brush down her slit until I find her opening. I press in, pushing the handle until it parts her walls and disappears inside her.

Valentina jerks off the vanity with a gasp. The move makes her inadvertently clench her thighs around the brush, pulling it deeper inside. She groans and falls forward, turning her face so her cheek is against the surface.

“Matteo—oh.Oh.” Her features twist in pleasure when I thrust the handle all the way in. “Oh, fuck.”

My hand curves around her waist to find her clit and flick it. Valentina mewls loudly, her eyes going wide before they close. Her lips part and she pants loudly.

“You’re enjoying this too much,cara.” I continue teasing her clit, assuring her pleasure even as I condemn her. “This is meant to be a punishment, remember?”

“Y-yes.”

As the brush drives in and out, and in and out, she writhes on the table, searching for more contact, for more pleasure, for that climax that remains just out of reach.

With my other hand, I pull my gun from the back of my waistband. Valentina’s eyes spring open when she hears themagazine drop and hit the floor. Fear crosses her face when she sees what I’m holding.

She moans discontentedly when I pull the brush from her, but her eyes never leave the gun. I can see it in her eyes, that she has an inkling of what I’m going to do. There’s also hesitation there, disbelief that she could think such a thought, and even more incredulity at what I might be planning.

Pulling the barrel back, I watch the final casing eject from the chamber. It drops to the floor with a metallic sound, one we both ignore because our eyes are pinned on each other.

“What are you doing?” squeaks.

“You trust me, don’t you,cara?” I say, setting the muzzle of the gun between her shoulder blades. She jumps, an alarmed cry falling from her lips, and her eyes widen as I drag the gun unhurriedly down the length of her spine and between the cheeks of her ass.

The combination of fear, adrenaline, danger, apprehension, and a measure of curiosity blow her pupils wide until her eyes are two pools of black.

“Yes,” she whispers instantly, even though her gaze tells me she’s unsure.

I nearly roar in delight. I never knew how precious gaining her trust could be to me, but I worked hard for it and I treasure it more than anything.

Her legs shake as I bring the muzzle down her wet slit and to her entrance. I keep it there, letting the anticipation grow.

“Push back on it, Leni.” She looks over her shoulder at me and gasps loudly. Based on the way her mouth parts in shock, I know my face must look unrecognizable, my features twisted by the savage lust crashing through me. “Push back on it,” I repeat, my voice at least two octaves lower than usual. “I want you to fuck my gun.”

With a soft, scared whine, she does as I command. My jaw nearly unhinges itself as I watch her arch her back, press her ass back, and start to welcome the muzzle of my gun into her tight heat. She groans softly, the barrel far larger than the handle of the brush.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Such a good girl.”

I press it in as she pushes back, helping her along until it’s completely buried inside her. My hand is wrapped around the handle, my knuckles dragging against her clit as I pull the gun out and push it roughly back in.

“Faster,” I command.

A long, drawn out moan rips from low in her throat. She pulls her lower lip in with her teeth to muffle her noises. I close my hand around the back of her neck and squeeze, my cock so hard and aching I’m afraid it’s going to explode.

“How does it feel to fuck my gun,cara?” I purr, licking across the line of her lips. “Do you like it? Do you like knowing that you’ve marked your territory and you’ll always be with me wherever I go?”

She nods, but a fog over her eyes tells me she’s lost to the sensations coursing through her, an orgasm rapidly approaching. I grip her jaw in my fist, and drive the gun brutally inside her. Ragged pants leave her in time with every thrust until they build to wild screams.

“Understand this, Valentina.” The coldness in my voice sends a shiver running down her spine. “The next bullet out of this gun is for any man you strip for, dance in front of, touch, or frankly, simply fucking look at. He’ll die with a bullet soaked in your cum ripping through his forehead. Is that clear?” She nods. “Answer me.”

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