Page 95 of Phantom
“Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?”
“No.” My eyes flare with interest. The desire to do just that is a tangible throb in my inner muscles right now.
He steps up to me and wraps one arm around my ass while he continues to stroke himself. His free hand caresses my ass and I bite my lip as he brings me closer.
Until he spanks me.
I yelp out and try to squirm away, but he grabs a fistful of my ass cheek. His fingers graze my crease and he whispers against my lips.
“Have you ever had a cock here?”
I shake my head, a little nervous. Sol already feels too big for my pussy. I honestly can’t imagine him anywhere else.
“N-no. You know I haven’t.”
He growls possessively and bites my lip, licking the sting before he pulls my hips against his.
“When I take you there, you’ll love that, too,” he promises before leaving me entirely. I clutch the beads for dear life, afraid the sudden movement will have me crashing into the fire that’s baking me through the part of my dress that’s still draped over my back. The heat is nothing like the burn I have roiling inside me, though, but I don’t let him know that.
“Please take me down. I need you. I feel like I’m cooking.”
He smiles sinfully and grabs the still-lit candle from the floor. “You’re cooking all right and I’ll eat you soon enough, but for now. I want to play with my food.”
“What does that—”
Sol wraps his arm around my hips and pulls me at an angle. He raises his arm high before tipping the crimson candle over my chest. I watch in horror as the small droplets of hot wax fall to my breast.
“Sol! Stop!” I scream out, expecting pain on the sensitive skin, but as soon as it lands, there’s only a little sting. He blows against it, cooling it immediately. Goose bumps ripple around the drop as the wax molds and hardens against my skin, and a full-body shiver takes over.
“Feel good?”
“Mmnnn,” is all I can manage as I bite my lip. He watches my eyes as he does it again. This time, my body anticipates the burn and the rush before the wax lands. I’m deliciously validated when the bloodred wax drips a light tingle in a line down the mound of my breast. He follows its path with cool breath, steering it to connect with my wet, erect nipple. A low moan pulls from my diaphragm as my clit pulses. “More.”
He lets go of my waist to fist his cock as he lowers the candle closer to me by a few inches, allowing it to drizzle molten hot wax down my chest until he drips it over my nipple directly.
“Sol!” My yell echoes throughout his home and my hips thrust forward, seeking him out, as if they can find his cock and force it to relieve my throbbing pulse inside.
The wax drips down my nipple onto the floor and when my hips try to push forward on my tiptoes, the next few droplets miss their mark and land on my lower belly near my trimmed curls. The sudden heat makes my muscles squeeze and contract, the faint promise of an orgasm.
“Please, Sol. Please. Iache.” My chest heaves while I plead.
“Does your pussy need my cock, pretty muse?”
“Yes, please. I need it. I need you.”
“Does my sweet angel need herdémon de la musique?”
“Yes. Please!” I beg without hesitation. Sol’s lesson was obviously effective since I have no desire to play coy with him. My pride burned with my dress.
“But how can that be?” he asks, an affected confusion tinting the purr in his voice as he places the candle on the mantel. “I thought youhatedme.”
“I don’t, oh god. Please. I don’t hate you. I never hated you.”
“Does that mean youlied?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry! I lied. I could never hate you. Ineedyou.”
He lets go of his cock to thread his fingers through my hair before tugging me forward and growling into my ear.
