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Phantom

I hid high in a tree, watching her as she stomped off to the house. I didn’t trust myself to face her. My phone burned a hole in my pants, and even though I looked at her photo just five minutes ago, I wanted to take it out and look again.

I was doomed.

It wasn’t even that spicy. I’d received many more explicit ones over the years from women who wanted to fuck me, but this hit different. My doll smiled with just a hint of shyness, teasing me, her clean face framed by the pink sheets, and I just couldn’t handle it.

She was too sweet for me. Too good. Too shy. Too na?ve. Too…

Music blasted from the house, making me flinch. I crept closer on the branch, honing in on the ballet studio, where Barbara stood, wearing just a bright pink leotard, her legs bare save for a pair of socks. A single chair stood in the middle of the dancefloor.

My jaw dropped as she grabbed it and lowered herself to the ground, opening her legs wide, her feet poised on tiptoes. Her eyes were trained on the windows, her face determined. It wasn’t even a very seductive look, all things considered, but it was my catnip.

Because I loved it when she was angry. Every glare in my direction was like a hot lick to my cock, and now, as she stood and circled the chair in slow, enticing steps, I couldn’t help but groan from the weight of her delicious glower.

She didn’t even see me, but she knew I was looking.

When she bent over that chair, giving me a first-class view of her ass, I clutched the branch so as not to fall off . Her legs slid slowly apart, and then she arched, swinging her leg back and turning, her hands clutching the seat of the chair behind her. Her head fell back, eyes closed, while she worked her legs, showing off for me.

“Dirty girl,” I whispered reverently, watching as she swung her leg in a wide circle, giving me a glimpse of her barely covered crotch. I had no doubt what this was. She danced for me, determined to break through my restraint. I had no idea the little kitten had it in her.

Fuck, I could go there right now. I could tackle her to the floor and make her pay for teasing me. My body throbbed, my vision pink with desire, and still, I didn’t move.

If I went to her, it would be messy. I’d take her roughly, just pushing the slip of fabric to the side and slamming in, not caring that she was a virgin. Because she asked for it so tauntingly, I would treat it like a challenge.

I would hurt her. And I’d rather die.

She let go of the chair, spun around in a few pirouettes, and then her legs slid apart in a slow, teasing split. I whimpered deep in my throat, the display of flexibility setting my imagination on fire. She could probably do things with her body few women could. Maybe I could fold her up like a pretzel, push her legs behind her head, hold down her wrists and ankles together, and pound into her while she screamed helplessly, unable to move.

When she got back to her feet, breathing hard, she turned the chair and straddled it. She looked out the window, right into the tree I hid in, and slowly rode the seat, her eyes burning with every seductive roll of her hips.

I snapped.

“Filthy harlot,” I gritted out, sliding down the tree. “Sexy little viper. You wanna play games? Fine.”

The back door of the house banged against the wall as I went in, armor already falling away to free my aching dick. When I tore into the ballet studio, she didn’t stop dancing but gave me a long look over her shoulder before she swayed her hips. Now that I was here, smelling her, seeing her up close, some of my urgency settled. I stalked closer, my every step thudding against the wooden floor.

She turned, putting the chair between us, and then put her back against it, sliding lower. I couldn’t look away.

When she rolled on the floor, finally stopping on her side, and raised her straight leg high, toes pointed, I growled at her audacity. That tiny slip of fabric between her legs taunted me. It was so flimsy. So inadequate a barrier.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” I said hoarsely, stepping closer.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she said with an infuriating smirk. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

I was on her within seconds. Her eyes barely widened when I had her in my grip, pulling her to her feet. I stood close behind her as both of us faced the mirror. She didn’t struggle but breathed fast, her chest heaving. She didn’t wear a bra, and the small curves of her breasts were perfectly visible, nipples hardening in a rush.

When she tried to raise her hand to my face, I gripped her wrist with a grunt.

“No. You wanted to play adult games, didn’t you? Let’s play,” I bit out, nuzzling the shell of her ear while she inhaled shakily.

I grabbed her other hand and yanked them both back, securing them with a cable tie from my belt. The restraint wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but she wouldn’t get out of it on her own.

When I pressed closer, rolling my hips so she’d feel the bulk of my cock, she gasped like she was afraid. Her eyes were wild and dark in the mirror, her nostrils flaring with every frantic breath. I grinned, relishing the sight of us. She was pink and slender, half-naked and restrained. Behind her, I was fully clothed all in black, down to my weapon-heavy belt and my boots. There was something so appealing about the sight. Everything clashed and contrasted, and somehow, it all fit.

“Phantom, please,” she whispered. “I want you.”

That just made me even more furious, even hornier. Everything was pink and red, and I didn’t know where my adoration ended and my wrath began.

“I tried to be honorable,” I hissed out, gripping her breast in my bare palm. “I tried to do good by you, to give you what you deserve. But you didn’t let me, you brat.”

I pinched her nipple, making her shudder with a raw cry. With my free hand, I unzipped myself and freed my cock, pressing the hot length to the back of her hip. She nodded desperately, and I shook my head.

“You want it? You’ll have to beg for it, kitten. You played your game. This one is mine.”

I pressed my face to her neck, which she bared for me eagerly, and let my tongue out. It was long and hot, and I was desperate to thrust it between her legs and taste her from the inside, but it would have to wait.

The little brat needed to be taught a lesson.

I licked her skin, marking her pulse points with my saliva. It barely satisfied the possessive urge in my blood, but fuck, I could be patient.

I was also pathetic. Even now, when she offered herself to me with na?ve eagerness, I still wouldn’t take what was given. I cared about her more than about my own satisfaction, and I was determined not to hurt her.

But there were plenty other ways to make her suffer.

Slowly humping her backside, I teased both her nipples mercilessly while my tongue dipped lower, marking the top of her breast. She squirmed, whimpering, and I pinched harder before returning to an easy, teasing rhythm. She jolted and tried to push away, her hips working in a fruitless search for friction.

“We’ve only just started and my poor girl already can’t handle it, hm?” I murmured, nuzzling my face down her cheek. “You want out, doll? I’ll let you go if you ask nicely.”

She shook her head, and I pinched her nipples again. She cried out and pressed her ass into me, writhing as I tormented her sensitive flesh. My cock was so hard, my vision grew black at the edges. My face was numb, and I couldn’t feel my feet. It was like my body was bloodless, all of my life force flowing south.

“Still like this game, little tease?” I growled, licking her throat again. “Poor baby. Look how you’re shaking.”

I took her chin between two fingers and made her look at us in the mirror. She gasped, seeing herself. Her face and throat were flushed, nipples hard, and her body writhed of its own accord, trying to get away from my overstimulating touch yet pressing closer at the same time, like a cat begging to be stroked.

“See this? You’re such a mess, and I barely touched you. You can’t handle me, baby.”

She shook her head and took a frenzied breath. Her jaw jutted rebelliously when she caught my eye in the mirror.

“I want you,” she said again, her voice breaking when I tugged on her nipple hard.

“No, you don’t,” I bit out, anger buzzing at the base of my spine. “You want to fuck me because it will cause a scandal. You want to show them all. And I get it, but I won’t be your toy.”

She shook her head with a soft cry. “No! It’s not that! I promise.”

“Oh, I don’t care,” I hissed, grabbing my knife. “You’ll learn once and for all not to play with fire. Don’t move.”

She froze, her lips parting when she saw the long, serrated blade in my hand. I chuckled under my breath, running the dull side down her front between her breasts. She choked on her breath, shaking harder and harder, and I tsked.

“See? I play this way. Tell me to go, love. If you don’t, I will keep going.”

She hissed when I turned the knife, running the sharp tip down her stomach until it snagged on the fabric. Her muscles tensed, as if she could protect herself from the knife by clenching them hard enough.

When I looked up, her face was hard, too.

“No?” I asked with a reckless laugh. “How about now?”

Faster than she could follow, I slid the blade under the tight fabric at her hip, cutting up sharply. The leotard fell open, half-cut, half-torn. I stared at her bare breasts, honing in on the beauty mark on the underside of the left one.

“I still want you,” she choked out, staring at her nakedness with an expression that could be caused by pain or pleasure.

“Hmm.” I cut down, careful not to hurt her, and her seamless panties fluttered to the ground.

My grip tightened on the knife as I looked at the triangle of soft, trimmed curls. She was blonde down here, too. And I knew if I parted her, she would be pink. Just like the world around me.

My cock bucked at the sight, and I knew I played a very dangerous game, too. My control hung by a thread.

“F-fuck me,” she said, her eyes pleading in the mirror. “Please.”

I dropped the knife and stumbled away, my entire body throbbing with want. God, if I ever cried, I would right fucking now. It felt excruciating.

And yet, no.

I couldn’t have her. This was a lesson. Because she would get terrified and run from me in the end. The goal was to make that happen before I fell for her completely.

“Please,” she said, turning awkwardly with her wrists tied behind her back.

I shook my head, bending to retrieve my knife. I cut through the cable tie, freeing her hands, and pulled the chair closer. She breathed hard, her scent cloying up my lungs until I drowned in it, and I barely saw through the pink. And yet, I couldn’t leave. Not until she told me to.

“Hands in front of you,” I ordered, my voice so ragged, I barely recognized it.

She obeyed instantly, and my cock twitched, drawing her wide-eyed gaze. Damn, she was so good. She would have pleased me so much if this could ever turn into something more.

I secured another cable tie around her wrists and sat down in the chair, pulling her on top of me. She sat in my lap, her sweet ass crushing my cock, and I cursed when I felt how fucking slick I was, dripping all over her and myself.

Now she’d definitely be filthy because of me.

When she sat on me securely, shivering, I grabbed her tied wrists and pulled them up, looping her arms around my neck.

“Stay like this,” I growled, pulling her legs open.

She released a choked-up moan when I spread them wide, my bare fingers digging into the flesh of her inner thighs. Wanting to see more, I raised her knees and spread my legs under her until I saw everything in the mirror.

“Such a pretty doll,” I whispered, mesmerized by the glistening sheen at her core and inner thighs. “So shameless.”

She whimpered at that, her legs twitching as if to close, but she didn’t move them. Her muscles trembled, and when I hummed low in my throat, my shaft pulsing under her weight, her pussy clenched visibly.

“So good,” I whispered, running my finger up her thigh to gather her sweetness.

She gasped when I licked it off with my tongue lolling out, red and fleshy. I opened my mouth wide, giving her another look at my maw. She hiccupped, her eyes glued to our reflection, but didn’t tell me to go.

“You know what I’ll do?” I asked hoarsely. “I’ll make a mess of you. There.”

Unable to wait any longer, I ran my fingers gently between her legs. She jerked and moaned, her thighs shaking, and I watched my dark hand caressing that glistening pink flesh until my finger sank inside her, instantly gripped tight.

“I’d have to break you in good,” I murmured, sinking my finger deeper while she released shaky half-moans, breathing so fast, her entire body shook with it. “I’d play for hours, doll. This is so pretty. And you’d have to let me. I’d edge and torment you then make you come until you passed out. You’d wake up with me thrusting into you, but by that time, you’d be nice and pliant. Ready to take me.”

“Oh, God. Yes. Please,” she moaned, bracing her feet on my thighs until she could move her hips.

“You say that now. But baby, you’ll hate it soon enough. You’re a vanilla girl, one and done. I need a bitch in heat, not a good girl like you.”

Her eyes, previously hooded from pleasure, flew open. I froze, realizing what the look on her face meant. She was hurt.

My finger was still inside her, hot and wet with her arousal. We stared at each other in the mirror, and I waited for her to cry or tell me to stop. I’d apologize then, and this would be over. Tragedy averted.

I wasn’t ready for her eyes to narrow, her lips pursing in determination. She pulled herself higher using her arms looped around my neck and moved her hips, fucking herself clumsily on my finger.

“Try me,” she gritted out.

I would have laughed if I weren’t so out of my mind with lust.

“Now you’re just trying to piss me off.”

I slid out of her and pulled her back into my lap, grunting when her weight settled back on my cock. The knobs on top of my shaft swelled bigger than ever, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from blowing my load. I was so hard, my skin tingled where my piercings kept it taut.

“What are you… Ah!”

I didn’t let her finish. With one hand, I pinched her nipple, and with the other, I attacked her clit, drawing tight, insistent circles. It was swollen, hardened with desire. My every touch made lurid, wet sounds, and the air was so heavy with her musk, I was dizzy just breathing it in.

She shook, whimpering and moaning, her feet scrambling on my thighs, stomach tense with mounting pleasure. I was relentless, bringing her to a fast, hard orgasm that wouldn’t be nearly satisfying enough.

She tensed further, arched, and came with a drawn-out moan. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face that was a wild mask of euphoria. Here she was. My polished, elegant princess, turned animal by my touch.

As she slumped on top of me, her feet sliding off, I petted her mound and played with her wet curls, my touch light.

“Wow,” she whispered, watching our reflection with bleary eyes.

“Mmm. Yes, one is nice. But can you take ten?” I asked, sinking my finger inside her, my palm angled to grind on her clit.

She jerked, releasing a muffled cry, and I laughed like a maniac.

Now, she’d definitely run from me.