Phantom: A Dark Retelling (Tattered Curtain Series)
Phantom: Act 4 – Scene 30

Sol

Her eyes widen with shock and hunger and my cock lengthens in anticipation. An evil smirk crosses my face and I begin to lazily unbutton my shirt. My gaze homes in on her tongue as it darts out.

“B-Beg for it? H-how?”

As I once again unveil the multitude of scars and tattoos I have crisscrossing all over my chest and torso, her expression only gets more ravenous. My muscles and shaft tense, ready to move and thrust inside her when she crosses her legs under her long dress, no doubt trying to keep her arousal from dripping down her creamy inner thighs.

Once I’ve finished removing my shirt, I toss it onto the couch and study her features. My chest thrums with cautious hope at her expression. There’s no horror, only the same starved ache I’ve had riding me every day I’ve had to be without her this week.

“Strip for me.”

Her cheeks flush as she bites her lip and loops her thumbs under the straps on her dress. My gaze catches the rip in her plunging neckline, and rage has my head pounding and my fists clenching to the point of pain.

I have half a mind to wait and lock Scarlett in my apartment for her safety while I go kill Rand. But I trust Sabine and Jaime to keep him secured for me and I know Scarlett. She needs this right now.

She needs to know I trust her before we separate again. Without that reassurance, her thoughts could spiral while she’s alone. And I want her to know I’ve got her back before we face the monster in my dungeon.

She pulls the fabric over her shoulders and lets go. Satin flutters to the ground, leaving her awaiting my next command in a black strapless bra and thong.

“Strip everything,” I specify, unable to produce anything but a growl while I hold myself back from taking her here and now.

She nods once before unhooking her bra in the back. It falls before she slowly slides her thong down her legs, revealing her trimmed patch of black curls. When she’s completely bare to me, she steps out of the clothes and pushes them to the side with her toes, and waits.

Her brows are raised in earnest over silver eyes that scream “eager to please.” I glance from them to the ground.

“On your knees, ma jolie petite muse. Show me how badly you want my forgiveness.”

She doesn’t even hesitate long enough for me to backtrack on my resolve.

Good.

This isn’t for me. She needs to know that she chose me, after everything the Chatelains and I put her through, that I was the one she begged for. Not only that, she needs to trust that she’s earned my mercy.

She collapses to her knees on the rug and I sweep her soft curls away from her face to better see the firelight glimmering over her skin.

I unbuckle my belt and slide it out of the loops with one hand. The hiss of leather against fabric sends a frisson of pleasure down my spine before I drop it on the marble hearth with a clink.

“Take me out, pretty muse.” Her face shines up at me, only a little apprehension in her moonlight eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you what I like.”

She nods and hovers tentative fingers over the zipper of my slacks before unbuttoning and unzipping them. I’m not wearing boxers, so my length springs forward, making her eyes widen. She takes a deep breath as her slender fingers pull my hard cock completely from my pants. Her grip is too gentle on my shaft, as if it’s a loaded weapon she’s hesitant to wield.

“Tighter, Scarlett. Like this.” I grab her hair and jerk her head toward me.

She narrows her eyes in challenge, and I can feel her try to nod against my grasp but I don’t let her. That determined gaze stays on mine as she tightens her grip and stretches her other hand over my clothed thigh to steady herself. She studies my expression as she fits the tip into her mouth. As she tastes with a tentative tongue, her lips instinctively protect my sensitive skin by covering her teeth.

When she begins to move up and down my shaft, warm ecstasy flushes through my body and my head lolls backward while I cling to her hair. I fight the urge to take over that’s thrumming in my veins, and allow her to test her limits before I thrust right past them.

She sets the pace as she sucks me, laving the head with her tongue, swirling around the shaft, and moaning against the tip. The gentle reverberations force me to steady myself on the mantel with my other hand.

“Fuck, Scarlett. Moan for me, just like that, baby. Relax your tongue and throat and suck me down. I want to feel these vocal cords sing just for me.”

She does as I demand and slides me farther into her mouth. Her saliva coats my length, enabling her to move me in with ease, but I’m still not all the way inside.

“Use your hand more, baby. Pump me like I do when I’m thrusting into your tight pussy.”

She shivers and begins to stroke me with her hand, but I see her other one slide down her naked skin.

“That’s right, play with yourself. Caress your clit. You’re doing so good for me. You deserve to feel good, too. Explore yourself while you explore the only cock that will ever be inside this gorgeous body. But don’t you fucking dare give yourself an orgasm. Do you hear me? That’s my job from now on.”

She trembles against my hold and I slacken my grip to let her nod. My eye follows the trajectory of her hand as it glides down her torso.

“Widen those soft thighs so I can see you touch yourself.”

She obeys and I’m pleased to see that if I tilt my head to the side, the new position exposes the apex of her legs nicely.

“Now focus on your clit so I can see everything.”

I have the perfect angle to watch as she uses two fingers to zero in on her clit. But I lose focus when she hollows out her cheeks like a natural and moans again. The vibrations send tingles down my spine, forcing me to almost lose all control.

“Mmmm, yes. I love feeling you sing on my cock.” I can smell her arousal from here and I lick my lips as if I can taste it in the air. “Are you dripping on my rug for me? Does your tight, thirsty pussy want my cock inside it?”

She mewls her reply, but I can’t bring myself to end this euphoria, just yet. I tighten my grip on her hair and shove inside her open throat. Her mouth takes up over half my cock at this angle. She grips my thigh to steady herself while furiously massaging her clit.

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She opens wider and her muscles relax around my cock, no longer trying to push me out of its impossibly tight confines. While twisting one hand through her raven black hair at the back of her head, I use the other to clutch the mantel of the fireplace and steady myself. I step into her, forcing her to lean back and cling to my pants.

Once she begins to sing, I ease my cock into her throat until her nose presses against my pelvis and my balls touch her chin. I thrust forward, feeling the gentle vibrations and different notes from her vocal cords against me. As I pump in and out, saliva weeps from her mouth, shimmering down her gorgeous neck in the firelight. Pretty tears sparkle down her rosy cheeks.

The vision I’ve always had merges into reality, but it’s better than anything my imagination could have conjured. My spine tingles and the base of my cock tenses every time her plump lips brush against it. She sings louder, and I can finally tell that the music she’s making around my cock is the same she sang at Masque earlier.

For me.

Because make no fucking mistake, while the world may hear them on the stage, these lyrics are meant for me. I’ve been drawn to her darkness since that very first night, and whether she realized it or not, she wrote that song for us.

My thrusts grow wild with the rising notes. But I don’t want my frenzy to drag out too long and damage her pretty voice, so I give in to the urgency driving me. The blinding need to explode spasms through my body, threatening to release.

“I’m coming, sweet muse. Swallow your demon down.”

Last weekend, I’d silently promised myself I’d never waste a drop, only ever spilling inside her tight cunt. But I haven’t had her in a week and I know I’ll be able to go again as soon as I come.

I remove my hand from the mantel so it can join the other tangling in her hair. My ass cheeks clench and my muscles strain as I cradle her head, keeping her teary eyes locked on mine, and I shove my cock to the hilt. Her bright moonlight eyes widen as hot jets of cum shoot from my throbbing tip, pulsing inside her. They glaze over and her tight, velvety throat milks me, drawing out my climax, overwhelming me as bliss tingles underneath my skin.

Seconds pass and she begins to fight my hold to breathe. I withdraw to let her gasp for a much-needed breath, dribbling cum on her lips before I sink back inside.

She mumbles her protest against my staff and clutches my wrists, but I stroke her hair and whisper low. “Shh. Relax, mon amour. Relax. Drink me in.”

Scarlett follows my directions and her eyes close. Those plump, swollen lips surround my shaft as she begins to rhythmically suck again, suctioning out the last remnants of my orgasm. I murmur low encouragement to her, watching her muscles loosen throughout her body as she calms, as if my voice and cock are soothing the panic she just had over not being able to breathe.

Once I’ve finally finished coming, I try to pull out, but her nails bite into my wrist and she lurches forward to keep her lips tight around my shaft. A guttural moan escapes me as she repeatedly swallows against my softened cockhead, slowly coaxing it back to life.

“Goddamn, Scarlett. Yes, baby. Suck my cock like you need it, pretty muse.”

She milks my shaft, rocking her lips back and forth until I’m back to full mast and straining to come again.

“Enough,” I growl, unable to wait any longer.

I withdraw from her and curse as she whines for more and I nearly come at the sight of her spit dripping from my tip. I tug off my pants and kick them aside before kneeling in front of her.

While kissing her forehead reverently, I thread both hands through her thick curls. She rests her hands on my waist and the usually desensitized skin around my scars tingles for her.

When I pull away, I drop my hands from her hair and twist my ring so that the skull is facing inward. I’m sure she can see the heat in my gaze as I scan her body until I find the perfect place for what I’m planning next. The thought that I should warn her flickers across my mind, but ecstasy will be the only way she can get through it. She won’t be able to get there if she’s nervous. And I won’t make her endure the pain unless I know she’s absolutely sure.

When I finally meet her silver gaze, my heart thumps wildly in my chest.

“You begged for forgiveness so well. I forgive you, but now I want to hear how good I make you feel when I’m inside your sweet pussy.”

She bites her swollen red lip and fights a smile. “I can do that. Easily.”

My grin matches hers, tightening the right side of my face.

“Then, turn around for me.”

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