He caressed that oh-so-sensitive spot inside until all I could do was tremble and throb and drool. My heart was pounding. Finally, he slowed his touch and gently pulled his fingers out of me. I felt empty, sore, and satisfied.
The first thing he asked was: “Are you okay?”
I laughed. The question soundedinsane.
“Okay? I’ve literally never cum harder. Holy fuck.” My cheeks were wet with tears, but there was nothing but euphoria dancing in my chest. I felt like I’d unlocked something inside of me that needed so badly to be let out. I twisted to look over my shoulder as best I could. “Um. It felt like I…did I…?”
“Squirt? Yes. You did.”
“Oh my goddess.” Another giggle from me. “I’ve never done that.”
“First time for everything.” He climbed off of me and crouched down the floor in front of me. He pushed my hair back. I felt like a kitten, ready to curl up and purr in his lap. “Eyes,” he said.Eyes. Another command. I lifted my head and stared into those honeyed eyes. He unlaced the binds on my wrists. “I’m going to release you now.”
“Is it mandatory cuddle time?”
A so-soft, so-small grin from him made my heart skip. “Yes. It’s mandatory cuddle time.”
He undid the binds, setting me free. But my bones were limp noodles; I couldn’t use my limbs even if I wanted to. He scooped me up into his arms and I rested my head against his chest.
As he lifted me, I could see the rest of the room now. There were chairs set up near us, and a small crowd—four strangers. Watching us.
“Were they watching us?” I whispered to him.
“Yes.”
“And they…saw me squirt?”
“They did.”
I wiggled in his arms. “Can you put me down for a second?”
Gently, he lowered me to my feet. Barefoot and naked, I walked over to the crowd.
I smiled to my audience. “Thank you for attending,” I said, and gave them a deep, dramatic bow.
There was applause. A couple whistles. Someone in the back yelled: “Fucking encore!”
I turned back to Phantom. His eyebrows lifted. He shook his head and crooked a finger. “Ophelia.Come.”
But he was barely hiding a smile. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I charmed him.
I gave my adoring fans one more bow and got another whistle. Then I walked back to Phantom, who was sitting on the floor. He pat a spot on his thigh and I curled up, resting my head on the spot obediently.
“You can’t turn it off, can you?” he asked.
“What? Being a performer?”
“Yes.”
I glanced up at him. “Can you turn off being a doctor?”
“The club is the only place Icanturn it off.”
He stroked his fingers along my back, making soft, circular patterns.
“You can dig your nails in,” I told him.
He did. He drew lovely little scratches up and down my back that sent goosebumps all over my body. I relaxed into his touch.
