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Barbara

T he buzzing stopped. Phantom wiped my skin for the last time, making me hiss from the scrape of the paper towel. He huffed softly.

“All ready. I’ll take a photo and show you.”

I bit my lip. The thought of being photographed like this made me a bit uneasy, but as Phantom gently stroked my skin around the tattoo, I relaxed. I trusted him and perversely wanted his phone to be filled with my pictures.

Maybe I would take some of him, too. That thought made my belly tighten with need, and I arched my back so he could get a nice shot.

“So good,” he murmured once the camera clicked. “So pretty. Such a perfect girl. Baby, you have no idea. I want to sit at your feet and worship you.”

I gasped in shock, his words striking something raw and wounded deep within my soul. “You don’t mean that,” I whispered, hiding my face in the pillow painted to resemble him.

“Oh, I do. I’ll wrap it up and show you just how much I mean it,” he said. “But take a look first.”

I sat up and he handed me his phone. I swiped through a few full body pictures of me preening, then finally found a closeup of the tattoo. It was a beetle, small, like he promised. It looked so realistic, though. Almost like a real insect climbing up my back.

“It’s so pretty,” I said in awe. “But… it’s a beetle.”

“A little scarab, baby,” Phantom said, leaning over my back to cover the tattoo with some sort of tape. “My signature, if you will.”

I stilled. “Signature. You mean… You signed me?”

I turned just in time to see his very pleased grin as he palmed his bulge. My insides lurched with need at the sight, and I couldn’t even be angry, even though it felt… Horribly transgressive. And… And mind-numbingly arousing at the same time.

“You bet I did,” he said, slowly stroking himself through his pants. “You’re mine. Now everyone who ever has the fortune of seeing you in a bikini will know it, too. I don’t share.”

You’re mine. My heart set off into a gallop while I stared at him, barely comprehending. He hadn’t even said it back when I told him I liked him, and now, I was his? From what I knew of relationships, they didn’t progress this way. We were supposed to go on dates, get to know each other, maybe move in together after a year…

And yet, I knew Phantom didn’t play by the rules. The tattoo on my back was alive with prickles of sensitivity, his name on my skin.

“What is it, doll?” he asked, cupping my face with his bare palm. “You don’t like it?”

I hesitated. His grin shrank, the glow in his eyes dulling as he waited for my answer. I remembered his call with his therapist. How he had no idea what to do after I told him how I felt.

Did I like it? Yes, of course I did. It was his name. Of course, I wanted it. My problem was that I thought I wasn’t supposed to like it, but I was trying to get over that. I chose what I wanted, not what I should have wanted.

“I love it,” I said, putting my hand over his. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

And I did. It felt thrilling to be claimed like this, to have something so intimately his to call my own.

He sighed shakily, bending low to touch his forehead to mine. His scent wrapped around me, dark smoke and that delicious masculine cologne. I closed my eyes and smiled.

“Good. Let’s go then.”

The world turned upside down as he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder with no effort at all. I gasped and then choked when he lightly slapped my butt before stroking along the thin strap of my thong.

“Someone will see!” I hissed when he strode out of the room, caressing my bare ass as he went.

“No one’s here, doll. The staff are asleep and your parents are gone. I could fuck you in every room of this house if I wanted to.”

I was about to answer when he dipped his fingers between my legs, sliding one into me. My answer turned into a moan, and he laughed darkly, taking the stairs two at a time.

“My girl,” he growled, climbing steadily. “I’ll make you take my cock, baby. You’ll scream my name when you come. Practice now. What’s my name?”

“Scarab,” I panted out as he curled his finger inside me, stroking that spot that had me seeing double. “It’s Scarab!”

“So good,” he said reverently, entering my bedroom. “And so needy. Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have teased me like that. You made me crazy. I’ll mess you up so bad.”

He threw me on my bed and kneeled on the floor, tugging my legs to him until they were draped over his shoulders. I was still trying to catch my breath when he opened his mouth and showed me his tongue as it slithered out, diving for me.

When he licked me slowly, I let my head fall back with a pained moan. He didn’t even take off my thong yet, just licked me through the fabric, and I was out of my mind with pleasure.

His tongue pulled back, warm bone brushing my inner thighs as he looked up from between my legs, grinning. “Good, love? You like having my tongue on you?”

I raised my head with effort and nodded. “Yes. Please. I love it.”

He laughed, giving my clit a single, toe-curling lick before he spread me obscenely open with his fingers.

“Like I said. You’re perfect. I’ll have this pussy every night and morning from now on. You’ll get sick of me.”

I shook my head to protest that no, I’d never get fed up with him. He didn’t see it, though, his face back between my legs, tongue winding around my entrance teasingly. He pushed the fabric to the side, his fingers keeping me open.

When his tongue dove in, I grabbed the sheets and whimpered. He was wet, hot, and bulky, and as he went deeper, opening me, my body welcomed him with effort. It was a stretch but not a bad one. Pleasure rode on the wings of discomfort, making it all worth it.

His outer teeth pressed to my labia, his face completely buried between my legs. I shook as he fucked me with his tongue, its strokes even and powerful. He made grunting, hungry sounds as he ate me out, and each made me shiver with pleasure. He loved doing this and he made it obvious.

Like he had promised me earlier. He was on his knees, and he worshiped me.

I closed my eyes and let go, moaning his name as he filled me. The more pleasure poured in, the more the voices in my head shut up, until only one remained—his voice, telling me how good I was. Telling me to take him.

“That’s a good doll,” he murmured, pulling back. “Just like this. Tell me how good it is. Beg me for more.”

“Please,” I said at once while he gently pressed his outer teeth into my clit and then sucked it into his mouth. “Please, Scarab!”

He groaned, sucking harder while his tongue stroked me. I came after a few breaths, arching off the bed while my ankles crossed behind his nape, pulling him closer.

When my body relaxed, my pussy pulsing with the final aftershocks, he straightened and gave me a long, pink-eyed look.

“Bad doll. You didn’t scream my name when you came.”

I opened my mouth in surprise. He didn’t sound angry but delighted, and as he stood, gripping the front of his shirt to pull it off with one, efficient move, I crawled back to the center of the bed to watch him.

His boots were next, each falling to the floor with a thud. I watched with a thundering heart as he unzipped his pants and pulled them off, standing naked in front of me, his gaze pink, his face grinning.

“I screamed your name before, though,” I said. My mouth was dry. He was gorgeous.

“Oh, that’s not good enough,” he said, taking a step closer. “But it’s fine. I’m up for a challenge, love. You like what you see?”

I nodded eagerly. Yes, I loved it. His skin was dark gray and smooth, stretched taut over beautifully shaped muscles. His torso was perfect, with a broad chest and chiseled stomach, his waist tapering into narrow hips. The muscles of his abdomen formed a sharp V that I wanted to lick.

He was completely bare, all his armor tucked away. It formed raised black lines mimicking his bones below, the plates running down the sides of his arms and forearms, coming up his legs and circling his pelvis. They ran over his ribs, too. He looked completely unique and devastatingly handsome.

My breath hitched when he came closer yet, and his stiff cock jerked with the movement.

It was dark red and long, the bumps on the top of his shaft throbbing gently. As he came closer, his knees touching the edge of the bed, I saw something glisten metallically on the underside. I reached out with a trembling hand, and he released a long, audible breath just before I tentatively wrapped my fingers around him.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Touch me.”

I scooted over to have a closer look as I ran my fingers over him, exploring the pulsing bumps first. From what I’d read about abominations, that was the reason for their sexual popularity. The bumps were supposed to feel ecstatic inside.

His head was even a darker red than his shaft, and it pulsed, the shape graceful, skin glistening with how taut it was. He leaked from the slit, glittering, blackish precum staining his tip. I swirled my finger in it, and he gasped, twitching in my hand.

I handled him gently, not sure how sensitive his cock was. Wrapping my fingers loosely around it, I tipped him slowly up to have a look at the underside. There was a row of seven piercings, each a small loop topped with a gleaming steel orb.

I ran my fingers along his shaft, feeling the knobs on top and the piercings on the underside. They were symmetrical. Seven on each side.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice dropping into a deep growl. I looked up, and he nodded. “You see, the knobs only feel good when they tease your front side, so any position that allows that is amazing. But I love doggy style the best, so I got the piercings. Now it feels great in every position. Do you like it?”

I swallowed, my throat dry. It was so heavy and bulky in my hand. I fully understood that banana comparison now. Even though it prepared me somewhat for the size, it still didn’t fully give it justice.

“You’re big,” I said, looking up in apprehension.

“Yeah, baby. And you’ll be my good girl and take every inch, will you?”

My breath shuddered out of me when I looked at it again, slowly running my fingers up. They met around the narrower parts of him, but as soon as I slid my hand up a knob, I had to part them. He was so girthy.

“I mean…” I looked up again, licking my lips. “I’ll do my best.”

He laughed darkly, cupping the side of my head until his fingers tangled in my hair.

“No, love. You won’t do anything but lie there and take it. I’ll do the rest, and you’ll be good and let me stuff you full, hm?”

My hips rolled instinctively, and he nodded with a dark laugh. “That’s right. My filthy little doll. Lie down.”

“Oh.” I shuffled back but didn’t do as he said. “But you said you preferred, ugh…”

“Doggy style,” he said, climbing on the bed with me. The mattress dipped under his heavy weight, and I shivered. “But you know what I want even more? To see my girl’s face when I bottom out inside her. Lie down.”

I did as he said, biting the inside of my cheek when he didn’t move, simply looking at me for a long moment. I squirmed, wondering what else I was supposed to do, when he jolted into action, crawling on top of me as his expression tightened.

“I can barely handle how beautiful you are,” he murmured, teasing a strap of my negligee down my shoulder. “I’m afraid you’ll disappear if I close my eyes.”

I cried out when he dipped his head suddenly, enveloping my nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked viciously through the satin, and I writhed, my hips bucking from the burst of need.

When he pulled back, looking down at the wet patch he made, I shivered as the fabric cooled fast. He groaned and pulled my negligee down my body, taking the thong with it until I was completely naked. He pressed the fabric to his nose hole and breathed in deeply with a grunt of pleasure.

“I’m keeping this,” he rumbled, throwing my lingerie on the floor where his clothes lay. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“Okay,” I whispered, reaching up to touch his head.

As fast as a snake, he gripped my wrists and forced them down onto my bed. “No. I’ll explode if you do any more. Just you being here scrambles my brain. Be still. Good doll.”

I watched, breathing fast, as he settled himself between my parted legs, pushing them wider apart to fit his muscular frame. His face was tight, the glow in his eyes almost extinguished. I didn’t move, keeping my hands above my head as he slowly nuzzled down my face and neck, inhaling deeply. When his tongue rolled out to lick me in long, careful swipes, I shivered but stayed put.

“Good,” he murmured, nuzzling down my stomach. “You smell so nice. And here.”

He slid down my body and buried his face between my legs, inhaling deeply. I cried out softly, my legs trying to close from embarrassment. He gripped my thighs and pushed them up until my knees were bent and open, and he took another long sniff.

“I love how you smell,” he said, then licked my entrance and clit once before sliding back up my body. “And how you taste. I love everything about you.”

My lips parted in awe. I’d said those things to him, except, I said like. He said love. Was it just an expression or did he mean it?

He didn’t give me time to think about it. His cock pressed to my core, and he rolled his hips slowly, sliding it between my legs. Each piercing snagged on my clit as he went, making me jolt. He did it a few more times, both of us so wet, the friction caused lurid sounds. I breathed faster and faster, watching his face as he stared down at me.

“So beautiful.”

He pulled back, reaching down to grab his cock. He looked down at it, and I followed his line of sight. His arm bracing on the mattress shook slightly as he released a long breath and pressed against my opening. So slowly, he pushed forward, and after an agonizing moment of anticipation, he slid inside me.

“Oh. Oh, fuck,” I gasped, gripping the pillow behind me.

It didn’t hurt as such, but the stretch was uncomfortable, my body straining to adjust. He stopped, looking at me while I breathed fast, shaking. Maybe a fraction of him was inside me, and it already felt like too much.

“Oh, baby. It’s just an inch,” he said with a soft laugh, leaning in to nuzzle my cheek. “Look at you, already such a mess.”

“Because I’ve never…” I choked out, and he shook his head, his tongue shooting out to lick my lips into silence.

“Shh. I know. It’s okay. We’ll wait, yeah? Your pussy is so good, just like you. It will get used to me. Okay, baby?”

I nodded, trying to deepen my breathing. As he nuzzled my temple, my hands twitched with an urge to touch him. He noticed and reached up to tangle his fingers with mine.

“Breathe, baby. A bit more.”

I nodded, and he pressed in. The first bump slid inside, stretching my entrance with its girth. I moaned and gripped his hand, my legs shaking. I knew rationally not much of him was in yet, but the pressure was so immense, I couldn’t imagine being able to have more.

“Such a good doll,” he praised me, nuzzling my face. “I want to live inside you. Breathe for me, love. Let me in.”

He rocked in gently, and I cried out, my pussy spasming around him. But suddenly, it wasn’t too much anymore—it was perfect, and he pressed into a spot that felt insanely wonderful. I gripped his hand harder and opened my eyes, gazing into his pink irises.

“Please. Fuck me.”

He smiled, giving my lips a soft lick. “Of course, baby. Whatever you need.”