Yes, Sir.
[Text: Phantom]
Take off your clothes.
[Text: Ophelia]
All of them?
[Text: Phantom]
All of them. Then get under the covers. On your back.
I slip my t-shirt over my head and drop it off the side of the bed. Then I pull up my knees and roll my panties down my legs, off my ankles. Fully naked now, I pull the blankets up my body. My nipples have gone hard and even the soft tease of the comforter lights them up. I push my legs together, the anticipation of what Phantom has in store for me making me ache.
I settle down on the pillow and pull out my phone.
[Text: Ophelia]
Done Sir
[Text: Phantom]
Do you have your sleep mask?
[Text: Ophelia]
yes
[Text: Phantom]
Put it on, then wait for me.
I set my phone down on my nightstand. I have a pink sleep mask and I pull it over my eyes, covering them completely. Then I settle down and…wait. Heart pounding. Body already burning for his touch.
My bedroom door creaks. I hear his footsteps, slow and steady. Just knowing he’s here, in my room, makes my heart beat faster.
Finally, after what feels like a decade, I feel his touch. His fingertip against my forehead as he gently coaxes a strand of hair behind my ear.
“How many times have I told you to lock your window?”
“A lot…”
There is something quietly dark is his energy tonight. His voice is low. Measured. I feel small, cold droplets on my face. Phantom is wet from the rain.
“Anyone can break in,” he continues. “Find you sleeping. Helpless. Do terrible thing to you.” As he speaks, his tender touch slowly becomes rougher. His fingers meet my lips. They push them apart, invading my mouth. He pushes two thick fingers into my mouth, pressing them against my tongue, and I feel my throat contract instinctively. “Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” I say, my words muffled around his fingers. My own voice sounds strange to me: equal parts nervous and tight with longing.
“Did you do as I asked?”
“Uh-huh.”
He removes his fingers from my mouth. I gasp, able to breathe again.
“Show me,” he says.
I pull the covers down. Slowly, I feel the cool air touch my bare chest. Then my belly. I kick the blankets off my legs, knowing I’m fully exposed to him now.
