Page 28 of Beg for It
Fuck. It’s so damn close.
But I’m craving more.
My eyes shut and brows furrow as I fight to chase the orgasm that seems to stay one step ahead.
“What do you need?”
His question startles me.
What do I need?
More. So much more. He said he would make all my dark fantasies come true. I don’t want to overthink it. I’m sick of overthinking it. So, I toss any pretense of shame to the side and ask him for the one thing I crave in this moment.
Pain.
“Bite me.”
There is a millisecond of a pause in his movements, and I worry I’ve fucked up…except he chuckles. It’s deep and guttural, causing my pussy to clench.
“Fucking knew you were made for me.”
My insides melt at his words, my pussy dripping with need.
“Close your eyes. No peeking, or I’ll stop.”
I shut my lids, anticipation thrumming through my veins as his fingers keep up their ministrations while the heel of his palm continues to rub my clit in those delicious circles. It feels so freaking good that I’m not even tempted to defy his words and snag a look at him removing the mask.
Without warning, his teeth clamp down on the skin just above my collarbone. I let out a soft gasp. It feels good, but…
“More,” I beg.
I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s breathy and low.
His teeth return, digging into my skin, digging into my flesh. Pain flashes, but it’s euphoric. Addictive.
“More,” I beg again, my nails scraping down his back.
He keeps biting. Keeps marking me. Harder. Harder. Harder.
I edge closer. Closer. Closer.
Pain and pleasure are one, dancing together in a seamless waltz. I get off on the ache, on the sharp pang that radiates up my neck. It makes my pussy wetter and brings my release higher. A needy cry rips from my throat as all the sensations pull in a tight ball.
“Fuck, you’re making me so hard.” His words rumble against my skin, sparking more pleasure.
Phantom’s pace picks up, a relentless pressure against my sensitive clit as he roughly bites the soft flesh of my nape. I’m struck by lightning, my orgasm crashing down unlike any time before, and I cry out, unable to keep myself contained. My brain turns to absolute mush, and my legs are jelly. I can’t tell left from right. Everything is just a big ball of serotonin. Not to be dramatic, but I’ve never felt anything like this. I could die right now and I wouldn’t even be upset, because I’m pretty sure I just witnessed the pearly gates descending upon me.
I blink a few times and realize my ass is now on the ground, my legs having totally given out. Phantom crouches before me, gaze brimming with heated satisfaction. My hazy brain watches as he lifts the bottom half of his mask and places his cum-coated fingers between his lips in a V-shape, sucking them clean.
Fuck, that’s hot.
He pulls his mask back down, hiding that little sliver of skin I’d been so lucky to see.
“That was amazing.” My voice is still breathy as I try to catch myself.
“That was only a taste of what’s to come.” He reaches forward and traces a lone finger down the curve of my neck. “I have to say, these bite marks are the perfect addition to your costume.”
My hand flies to my nape, fingers pressing against the tender flesh. I’d been so in the moment that I hadn’t even stopped to think about the fact they would leave marks.
