“Yes, Sir.”
He rolled the fabric down my legs and I stepped out of it. My bra went next. Now, I really had nowhere to hide. The thought was thrilling.
“Down,” he said.
I shifted down, lying on my stomach against what felt like a leather bench. My hands were stuck forward. I felt his fingers on my legs, and he wrapped something around both of my ankles. Those snapped into place too so I couldn’t move my limbs.
His palm found my ass. The touch was gentle, and I shivered.
“How do you feel?” he asked me.
“Good. Really good.”
He kept softly stroking. It sent tingles all through my body.
“You have such a strong body,” he said. His voice was low. Reverent.Strong. I liked that. I’d never been called strong. Only beautiful.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I’m going to spank you, Ophelia. I’m just going to use my hands today. If you need a break, just say so and I’ll stop.”
“And I use my…safe word. Right? Mercy?”
“You can useMercy. But let’s get on the same page before we roleplay. For now,stopis acceptable.”
I bit my lip because…he was already talking about future scenes. He wanted me to come back. He was having fun, too.I rested my cheek against the leather bench and waited for his touch. “Yes, Sir.”
His hand left me. I braced here, waiting for impact. It came a second later, and the loud slap made me yelp. My ass stung where his palm made contact.
“How is that?” he asked me.
“Good,” I panted. “Keep going. Please.”
He smacked my other cheek. His spanks were rough, but controlled. The smack of his hand stung at first and then tingled to a lovely, blushing warmth as the blood rose to the surface of my skin.
“Count,” he said, “I want to hear you.”
So I did. Ten on each side. Each swing so powerful, by time he was done, I was squirming. I was keenly aware of the ache on my ass. The ache between my legs.
He positioned himself so his knee wedged between my legs. Here, he leaned over and murmured in my ear, “Are you having fun?”
“Yes, Sir.” I couldn’t help myself—the pressure of his leg against my cunt was too good. As if my body had a mind of its own, I felt myself squirming against the rough, unforgiving denim.
“You’re grinding against my thigh, Ophelia.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t help it.”
“What would I feel if I reached between your legs right now? Would you soak my hand? If I pushed my fingers inside of you, would you throb around them?”
“Yes, Sir. I need it so bad. Please.”
He pushed the blindfold from my face, letting it hang around my neck instead. “I’m taking this off,” he told me. “I need to see your eyes.”
“Okay.”
His hand moved into my curly hair, petting it back from my face. There was a mirror in front of me, and I could see my own, wild expression echoing back at me. Phantom’s eyes locked on mine in the reflection. He was watching me intensely. Drinking in my reactions.
He knocked his knee forward, nudging it tighter against my sopping wet cunt.
