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“That’s it,” he says. “Keep coming, Angel. Come for me. Come for your Phantom.”
And then, like Christine Daaé herself, I scream out at a high pitch, almost in song.
“Yes, sing for me, my angel of music.”
“Yes!”
My eyes are closed, and I’m not sure how it happens, but within another second, his large cock is inside me.
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
Burning, burning, burning…
I haven’t seen his dick, but my God he must be huge. Huge and perfect and everything good. And still I’m coming, coming, coming…
My God, this can’t be happening.
But it is.
It is, and—
“Yes, Angel! Yes!” He sinks inside me deeply, releasing.
I’m completely spent, and he stays inside me for a wonderful moment, keeps me full of his huge cock, and I relish the feeling.
I whimper when he finally withdraws and disposes of the condom.
When did he put on a condom? Thank God he was responsible. I certainly wasn’t, and that’s not like me at all.
All I know is that I just had the most amazing fuck of my life…from a man whose face I’ve never seen.
“Well, my angel of music?”
“Amazing,” I breathe out. “Absolutely amazing.”
“And, Angel, this is only the beginning.”
Chapter Nineteen
Frankie
After the rest of the weekend dreaming about Phantom—and recalling that he promised to tell me his name but he didn’t—I arrive at work Monday morning, only for my boss to ask me how the story’s going.
The BDSM-in-Manhattan story.
If she only knew.
The problem is my nondisclosure agreement. That’s also the problem with talking to Isabella about the story. Has Isabella ever been to the club I went to? I’ll never know because she can’t tell me. And I can’t tell her I was there.
Because of the NDA, I resort to an ad on social media asking for people to contact me—people who frequent leather lifestyle clubs in the city and are willing to speak to me confidentially.
I don’t expect to get a lot of responses because these things are confidential, so I’m more than surprised when I check my inbox during the afternoon and I find over thirty.
About two-thirds of the respondents are women, and the remaining third are men. That doesn’t surprise me. Women are more likely to talk than men are, but I want information from both.
I reply to each of them, asking if any of them would be willing to come into a private chat room with me and answer questions. Within five minutes, one man and four women respond affirmatively, so I set up the chat for the next day.
Then I think about Phantom.
I have a date with him at the bar next Saturday night. I still have the card he gave me, and I’ve been tempted to call him, but…I can’t. I can’t ruin the fantasy.
I have another hour to kill before I leave for the day, so I reach out via direct message to one of the female respondents who didn’t agree to a private chat.
Frankie: Do you have a few minutes to talk now?
Candy: Yes.
Frankie: Can you tell me your age?
Candy: I’m forty-seven.
Hmm. Surprising. I expected her to be in her twenties.
Frankie: Are there a lot of people in your age group at your club?
Candy: We have all ages. But most people are in their forties. Some in the late thirties, early fifties.
That’s a surprise.
Frankie: I know you can’t tell me the name of the club, but can you tell me a little bit about it?
Candy: I can try. I’ve been to a few here in the city.
Frankie: Which one is your favorite?
Candy: I don’t know that I can say I have a favorite. They all offer different things. For example, one of the clubs I like gives you a lot of privacy for your scenes. I’m not an exhibitionist by nature, so that’s what I prefer.
Frankie: Do you know a lot of exhibitionists?
Candy: I know a few. But I never see them in my favorite club, because there isn’t a lot of exhibition there.
Frankie: I understand. What kind of activities do you engage in at the club?
Candy: I’m a submissive by nature, so I play with Dominants.
Frankie: Men or women?
Candy: Mostly men, but I’ve played with a few women Doms. I prefer men, but once in a while, it’s fun to shake things up a bit.
Frankie: Is there anything specific that women do differently from men?
Candy: Honestly, it depends on the Dom. They’re all different, male or female.
Frankie: What about sex? Men and women have sex differently.
Candy: The female Doms I’ve played with used strap-ons, so it’s pretty similar.
Huh?
Frankie: You mean…
Candy: Yes. Exactly what it sounds like. A strap-on dildo. They come in all shapes and sizes.
Frankie: All shapes?
Candy: Yes. Most are normal shaped, but some of them are differently shaped, which allows for fantasies of aliens and such.
That comment would freak me out had I not been in the role-playing room just last night. I know what some people like to do.
