“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Amazing. Really…really good. I feel…set free.”
He nodded slowly. Thoughtfully. “This is your safe space now. No matter what you’re going through, you can always come here and scream.”
“And squirt, apparently.”
His fingers climbed the back of my head. They entered my hair. I shivered as he massaged my scalp, sending tingles up and down my skull.
The denim was dark on his thigh. I reach over and touched it. “I really soaked you.”
“You did.”
My hand climbed his thigh. I brushed my fingertips over the bulging erection trapped underneath all that mean denim.
“When do I get to take care of you, Sir?”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. But he moved me away. He pulled my hands away from his lap, drawing them upwards instead. “You already have, Ophelia. More than you know. I promise.” He kissed the back of my fingers, then took my hand and put it flat against his chest. “You woke me up. Feel.”
His heart was knocking against my palm. I grinned. “It’s pounding. For me?”
“All for you.” My own heart fluttered. “Rest, for now.”
He guided my hands together, and then clasped both of my wrists in a single hand. His other hand pet my hair back, and between the sensation of being restrained and the wonderful scratching over my scalp, my eyes went heavy and closed.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep in his lap, but within seconds, I was out.
When I woke up, I found myself drooling all over his pants.
“Oh…how long have I been out?”
It was quiet. Everyone had gone home. The party was over, but Phantom hadn’t moved from this spot. He let me sleep, my head cradled in his lap, and hadn’t budged an inch, even though ithadto be an uncomfortable position for him, cross-legged on the floor.
He didn’t chastise me for falling asleep, though. Instead he said, “You needed it.”
“Yeah. I guess I did.”
I was groggy, only half in the land of the living when I sat up. The edges of his eyes crinkled, endeared. “You did great, Ophelia,” he told me.
“For a first-timer, you mean?”
“No. I mean, you did great.”
He kissed my shoulder. I closed my eyes. I could spend the rest of the night in his arms, but then he murmured the words I didn’t want to hear: “I’ll get you a cab.”
I shook my head. “I’m awake now.”
“Mmhm.”
I shrugged. “What I’m saying is…we’re alone. I’m up.” My eyes fell to his lap, then I met his gaze again. “Why not…keep the party going?”
I wanted him to spend the rest of the night fucking me. Using me. I wanted to feel his bare skin on mine. I wanted everything, so badly.But his hand fell to the back of my neck. He gave it a squeeze, the way a mama cat might grab her kitten by the scruff to put her in her place. “You have to go home.”
I bit my lip stubbornly. “I want to keep learning.” I shifted to get on my knees. I put them together, put my hands together, and dropped my head. Prayer position. “Please, Sir. I can take it.”
His eyes widened briefly. He exhaled slowly, like he was summoning up every inch of self-control. “Come here,” he said.At first, my heart leapt. Were we going to play some more? My cunt fluttered at the thought. He stood, so did I, and then he gripped my arms. He guided me forward, towards the back wall, until we were both standing in front of a mirror.
“Ophelia,” he said, “You’ve learned enough for today.”
