Page 10 of Beg for It

CHAPTER TEN

BLAIR

Ihad forty minutes in the rideshare to the old barn to decide what the hell I was doing tonight, and I came to one solid conclusion.

Fuck it.

I am so goddamn tired of all the rules and regulations, of fitting into the mold everyone expects of me. Whether it is in my parent’s house, with my high school friends, or back at college. I just want one night where none of it matters. One night to not be me and let the shadows out.

Isn’t the entire point of Halloween to embrace being someone else? To revel in debauchery and delinquency? To act with no remorse or consequence?

For tonight, that is the motto I am living by.

No remorse.

Is it insane to agree to Phantom’s conditions? Probably. Giving my body to a man I’ve never actually met before and only interacted with online is nuts. But my attraction to Phantom is undeniable. My body heats up just being in his presence.

During the ride over, my mind swirled with raunchy fantasies of the things I wanted him to do.

My heart hammers from the anticipation of letting this man play with me as he pleases.

I’ve had sex with a couple of guys, but it had all been lackluster.

The hardest I ever come is when I wrap my hands around my own neck, like I had last night when…

“Were you watching me last night?”

My question hangs in the air, and though I can’t see his full face, the way the corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly tells me he is smiling.

“And if I was?”

It should freak me out. The idea that he broke into our property and watched me. That I have no idea who he is, and yet he knows where I live. But for some illogical reason it thrills me. It has me wanting him more than I’ve wanted anyone in my entire life.

I really need some therapy to unpack this.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I’m letting myself run free.

So, I swallow all the rules I’ve been taught. I push all propriety to the wayside and bolster false confidence with my words.

“And if you were, I’d ask why you didn’t join in?”

“Oh, come now, Blair. I’m not going to do anything unless you beg for it.”

My core pulses at his words, my pussy already dripping wet because the moment I saw him, I knew I was a goner.

“Are you saying if I beg, you’ll give me what I want?”

His strong hand grips my right hip, digging into the skin right above the bone.

“Blair, if you beg, I’ll give you the world.”

I lift my right leg, hooking my ankle around his ass.

Moving my body is easy. Speaking is a little more difficult.

I’m still mildly traumatized by the countless times I asked Riley for more, only to have him brush me off or laugh in my face.

I want to be bitten, scratched, choked, fucked.

I want to be marked with pain—my skin red and raw from the sheer abuse.

Teeth tugging at my neck, leaving it black and blue.

All the desires I commented on Phantom’s account are ones that everyone else has dismissed as freakish…

but he says he’ll make them come true, no matter how dark they are.

Maybe tonight, I really can let my desires run wild.

Just tonight.

When the sun rises, I can push all these twisted wants back in the box. But while the moon shines against the stars, I can let the shadows out to play.

Phantom runs his hand across my thigh. Back and forth. Back and forth. Teasing the hem of my dress closer and closer to my pussy each time.

I’ve dreamed about this, and now it’s a reality before me.

I use my ankle to bring his hips flush with my own. He doesn’t expect the move, and I feel his thick length pressed against my pussy. Satisfaction courses through my veins. There is a sense of unbridled accomplishment I feel at the fact that I made him hard without even really trying.

Me.

This man whom millions of people thirst over is hungry for me.

I’ve never felt powerful, never felt in control. But right now, I’m both of those, and it’s the best feeling ever.

His fingers halt at the dip between my thigh and my core, and I stop breathing. In tiny increments, his fingertips inch closer and closer until they reach the edge of my panties. My hips lift up a fraction, urging his touch farther.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Hmm?”

His eyes dance with a teasing glint, the nonverbal response a taunt. He said all I had to do was beg, and he’d give me it all. I crave his touch and yearn for release, arousal dripping between my desperate thighs.

“Please, touch me,” I whisper again.

“Do you remember what I said earlier, Blair?”

“I’m yours until the sun rises.”

“Have you used a safe word before?”

I shake my head. “No, but I know what they are.”

“Alright. Let’s keep it simple then. If I do anything that you like but edges on your boundaries, say yellow. If I do something that’s a hard no and you want me to stop immediately, say red. Does that work?”

It sounds simple enough, and it matches up to the stories I’ve read about in my romance books. I might not have practical experience, but I’ve read and watched enough to have some basic knowledge.

“Yellow and red. Got it.”

“Good.”

His fingers dip under the fabric barrier and slide up my slit, gathering the evident wetness that has built over the course of our heated encounter.

A gasp escapes me. If I thought I was being coy about my attraction to him before, it is pointless now. I am soaked through for this man.

A moan works its way up my throat. I’ve touched myself countless times, but it’s never felt anything like this. He strokes up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down and—

Holy shit.

His thick fingers enter me with zero resistance.

“Fuck, Blair,” he groans.

God, his voice is a whole other issue. I’ve gotten myself to come to it before, and I have no doubt that if he keeps it up, I’ll be a mess around his fingers in no time. He is rewiring my brain, banishing any thoughts that aren’t about him.

The rhythmic curls have me twitching beneath him, the pads of his fingers hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed. I’ve technically never gotten off on my fingers alone, or anyone else’s for the record. I thought my G-spot was broken or missing. This man is proving me wrong.

But the kernel of self-doubt that’s been drilled into me causes my nerves to stand on alert.

It keeps the building orgasming from reaching the edge.

The last thing I want to do is disappoint him after he asked me all the way out here.

I don’t want to underperform, to not be the perfect woman for his pleasure.

“You’re tensing, relax,” he murmurs.

I try to listen to his words, but I’m just getting more in my head.

God, how embarrassing would it be if after all that talk I couldn’t come? If my pussy just totally dried out and—

“Blair, look at me. Now.”

His command runs through me and my eyes pop open—I didn’t even realize I’d squeezed them shut.

Those crystal blue eyes stare back at me.

“Exhale through your mouth,” he instructs.

I don’t even think. I just do as he says. My body goes slack as some of the anxiety melts away.

“Good girl. Keep doing that.”

The praise washes over me, lighting up the pleasure center in my brain with a hum. It forces my muscles to release more of my self-inflicted tension, and a gasp pulls from my lips as all the sensations heighten.

His palm rubs against my clit in quick, succinct movements as his fingers continue to curl inside me. I feel the pressure building, and building, and building. The tide is pulling at the shoreline.

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.

A warm swirl runs through my stomach at the visual of the imprints left on my neck. The ownership and claim making me hot again. I don’t know why it turns me on, but a smile tugs at my lips.

“Blair.” Michelle’s call breaks through our little bubble. “Blair, are you over here?”

“Where the hell did she disappear to? She sprinted right past us,” Riley grumbles.

“It has to be the haystacks. She wouldn’t have gone into the corn maze alone.”

Pure ice slashes through my gut.

Crap.

I forgot that I texted Michelle when I left earlier. This is so not the kind of situation I want her to find me in, let alone Riley and the others.

I reach back to scoop my hair in front of my shoulders to hide the evidence. Phantom bats my hand away and brushes the hair back.

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t cover these up. Remember, you agreed to be mine tonight.”

“But…”

“You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”

Desire rushes through my veins. Being punished by Phantom doesn’t sound like a bad consequence. In fact, I am half tempted to see exactly how he would punish me.

He laughs. “I suppose I should’ve realized threatening to punish you would only turn you on.” He grips my hips and lifts me to my feet like I weigh nothing. Leaning in, he whispers, “I’m serious. You cover those marks, and you’ll find out just how fucked up I really am.”

Something sharp pokes my thigh, and I look down to see the metal tip of a balisong pressed against my flesh.

When the hell did he pull that out?

And why the hell am I not freaking out?

Sick pleasure runs through me, and I’m mortified when I realize I’m clenching my thighs. This entire situation turning me on even though I had a first-class orgasm only moments ago. Phantom claims he’s fucked up, but I’m starting to think I’m the same.

There’s a glint in his eye as he catches the lack of fear in my face, one that promises to explore the pain I seem so drawn to.

He takes a step back, removing the metal from my skin, and continues to walk backward.

“Oh, and Blair?”

“Yeah?”

“I better not see another guy touch you tonight.” He flicks the balisong over his knuckles in a showy movement, the sharp blade glinting. “Not unless you want to see him lose a finger.”

Somehow, I don’t think he is joking.