Page 116 of Phantom
She nods once before unhooking her bra in the back. It falls before she slowly slides her thong down her legs, revealing her trimmed patch of black curls. When she’s completely bare to me, she steps out of the clothes and pushes them to the side with her toes, and waits.
Her brows are raised in earnest over silver eyes that scream “eager to please.” I glance from them to the ground.
“On your knees,ma jolie petite muse. Show me how badly you want my forgiveness.”
She doesn’t even hesitate long enough for me to backtrack on my resolve.
Good.
This isn’t for me. She needs to know that she chose me, after everything the Chatelains and I put her through, thatIwas the one she begged for. Not only that, she needs to trust that she’s earned my mercy.
She collapses to her knees on the rug and I sweep her soft curls away from her face to better see the firelight glimmering over her skin.
I unbuckle my belt and slide it out of the loops with one hand. The hiss of leather against fabric sends a frisson of pleasure down my spine before I drop it on the marble hearth with aclink.
“Take me out, pretty muse.” Her face shines up at me, only a little apprehension in her moonlight eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you what I like.”
She nods and hovers tentative fingers over the zipper of my slacks before unbuttoning and unzipping them. I’m not wearing boxers, so my length springs forward, making her eyes widen. She takes a deep breath as her slender fingers pull my hard cock completely from my pants. Her grip is too gentle on my shaft, as if it’s a loaded weapon she’s hesitant to wield.
“Tighter, Scarlett. Like this.” I grab her hair and jerk her head toward me.
She narrows her eyes in challenge, and I can feel her try to nod against my grasp but I don’t let her. That determined gaze stays on mine as she tightens her grip and stretches her other hand over my clothed thigh to steady herself. She studies my expression as she fits the tip into her mouth. As she tastes with a tentative tongue, her lips instinctively protect my sensitive skin by covering her teeth.
When she begins to move up and down my shaft, warm ecstasy flushes through my body and my head lolls backward while I cling to her hair. I fight the urge to take over that’s thrumming in my veins, and allow her to test her limits before I thrust right past them.
She sets the pace as she sucks me, laving the head with her tongue, swirling around the shaft, and moaning against the tip. The gentle reverberations force me to steady myself on the mantel with my other hand.
“Fuck, Scarlett. Moan for me, just like that, baby. Relax your tongue and throat and suck me down. I want to feel these vocal cords sing just for me.”
She does as I demand and slides me farther into her mouth. Her saliva coats my length, enabling her to move me in with ease, but I’m still not all the way inside.
“Use your hand more, baby. Pump me like I do when I’m thrusting into your tight pussy.”
She shivers and begins to stroke me with her hand, but I see her other one slide down her naked skin.
“That’s right, play with yourself. Caress your clit. You’re doing so good for me. You deserve to feel good, too. Explore yourself while you explore the only cock that will ever be inside this gorgeous body. But don’t you fucking dare give yourself an orgasm. Do you hear me? That’s my job from now on.”
She trembles against my hold and I slacken my grip to let her nod. My eye follows the trajectory of her hand as it glides down her torso.
“Widen those soft thighs so I can see you touch yourself.”
She obeys and I’m pleased to see that if I tilt my head to the side, the new position exposes the apex of her legs nicely.
“Now focus on your clit so I can seeeverything.”
I have the perfect angle to watch as she uses two fingers to zero in on her clit. But I lose focus when she hollows out her cheeks like a natural and moans again. The vibrations send tingles down my spine, forcing me to almost lose all control.
“Mmmm, yes. I love feeling you sing on my cock.” I can smell her arousal from here and I lick my lips as if I can taste it in the air. “Are you dripping on my rug for me? Does your tight, thirsty pussy want my cock inside it?”
She mewls her reply, but I can’t bring myself to end this euphoria, just yet. I tighten my grip on her hair and shove inside her open throat. Her mouth takes up over half my cock at this angle. She grips my thigh to steady herself while furiously massaging her clit.
“Relax your jaw. Sing for me while I fuck your throat, my angel of music.”
She opens wider and her muscles relax around my cock, no longer trying to push me out of its impossibly tight confines. While twisting one hand through her raven black hair at the back of her head, I use the other to clutch the mantel of the fireplace and steady myself. I step into her, forcing her to lean back and cling to my pants.
Once she begins to sing, I ease my cock into her throat until her nose presses against my pelvis and my balls touch her chin. I thrust forward, feeling the gentle vibrations and different notes from her vocal cords against me. As I pump in and out, saliva weeps from her mouth, shimmering down her gorgeous neck in the firelight. Pretty tears sparkle down her rosy cheeks.
The vision I’ve always had merges into reality, but it’s better than anything my imagination could have conjured. My spine tingles and the base of my cock tenses every time her plump lips brush against it. She sings louder, and I can finally tell that the music she’s making around my cock is the same she sang at Masque earlier.
