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Just a quick warning: There is a NON-CANON PAIRING in this. If that turns you off, please skip the middle of this chapter.

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Chapter 3, Phantom

September 2009

I fucking hated the theatrics. The name, the masks, the whole persona was a lie. Once a month though, I put up with it because Madame Zafrina sent someone discreet over. I'd been pretending to be into S&M just to get my rocks off for years now. I wasn't particularly proud of it, either. I couldn't live like a monk, though. I tried that for a year and it was a blue, frustrating failure.

Of course, the problem was, how could I get women to fuck me? More importantly how did I get women to fuck me without them seeing me, or figuring out anything about me? I couldn't do "dates." I couldn't pick up some random chick either. I needed privacy and I needed silence. I didn't know how to find it until one day a business card appeared in my wallet. It hadn't been there the day before and I sure as shit hadn't put it there. It was a black card with white lettering, Madame Zafrina: 917-555-2424.

I'd like to think that is wasn't Alice, my darling cousin, who slipped the card into my wallet, but I was fairly certain it was. I never asked her and I never will. In my previous life, I scoffed at the thought of buying pussy. I didn't have to do that shit. I was Edward-fucking-Cullen, and Edward-fucking-Cullen didn't need to buy women, Edward-fucking-Cullen smiled and winked at a girl and she was his for as long he wanted her. I wasn't Edward-fucking-Cullen anymore though, I was Edward Masen. And Edward Masen called Madame Zafrina and told her his name was Phantom. Phantom wanted a discreet girl who was into role playing, S&M, and wouldn't ask questions.

That was eight years ago. I didn't need to call Madame Zafrina anymore; she just knew to send me a girl on the first Thursday of the month. Over the years I'd been with dozens of girls - all colors and sizes. I liked the variety, but more importantly, I didn't like fucking the same girl twice - they started to know what I liked, how I liked it, and that was already getting too personal. Madame Zafrina understood and made sure to find me new girls every month. I didn't know or ask where she found them. I trusted her to supply me with an attractive, willing, disease- free girl, and she did. They arrived at my apartment, they followed my directions, I fucked them until I was satiated, I told them where the envelope was, and locked the door after them.

At 10 P.M. on the dot my doorbell rang.

"It's open."

In walked a stunning strawberry blonde. She was wearing a tight little strapless black dress, fuck-me heels, red glossy lips, and her body was amazing - long, smooth, lean. Her breasts were perky and not too big, legs were long and shapely, her arms were toned, and her long neck had cascades of that strawberry hair gracing it. She obviously worked hard on her body, down to the perfectly sun-kissed tan she was sporting. What I wouldn't have given to touch her softly, feel her hair across my chest. I wanted to undress her slowly, savor every curve.

"Stop right there. What's your name?"

"Tanya."

"Tanya, undress for me... slowly."

She lifted her left arm and reached around with her right hand. Slowly, she unzipped her dress. I could see the hint of the top of her breasts as her dress loosened around her. She inched down the fabric slowly, just as I had asked. Her black lace strapless bra was exposed to me first. Her ribs and torso, then the expanse of her stomach came next. She turned her back to me once the dress passed her hips. She bent over slightly and pushed the fabric further down revealing a matching lace thong. Her ass, not surprisingly, was firm and smooth.

She let the dress pool at her feet and stepped away from it. She turned back around to me and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Just once I wanted to be there when the fabric fell. I wanted to lick at her nipples - nibble them. Make her shiver and moan just slightly before I sucked and kissed them. Instead I watched the lace fall to the ground without me. No sooner had she finished with her bra then her thumbs were hooked into the lace on her hips, ready to pull them off for me. I knew she'd be shaved clean - she was the type.

She let the thong fall down her legs revealing a perfectly smooth snatch. She stepped away from the puddle at her feet and was about to bend over to remove the shoes when I stopped her.

"Keep the shoes on, Tanya."

"Yes, sir."

Call me Edward, please. Take off your shoes, come to my bed, let me look at you, touch you, explore you.

Using a remote, I lowered the lights until the apartment around us was just barely visible. I walked toward her from the darkened hallway and stalked toward her slowly. When I was half-way toward her, I threw a blindfold at her feet.

"Did I tell you to call me sir, Tanya?"

"No s... I mean, no."

"Put on the blindfold, Tanya."

I always wore a mask and gloves but it didn't hurt to be careful: plus it added to the 'Phantom' persona. She obeyed and stood there before me naked, in her heels, blond hair caressing her shoulders, eyes covered. She was delectable. I walked to her until she was mere inches from me. Her nipples were hard, her breathing heavy. She was excited by the charade. I took a leather-clad gloved hand and flicked her nipple. She moaned. The sound went right to my dick.

I was getting hard being so close to the naked woman before me. I walked around her, took off my left glove, and let my finger trail down her body. Starting at her neck, down between her shoulder blades, further down her spine, past her waist, down the crack of her tight ass, and listened to her breath hitch. I put my glove back on, pulled her toward me by her shoulders, and let her feel exactly how ready I was for her.

"Do you feel that, Tanya?"

"Yes."

"Does it please you to know that you did that to me?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to bind your hands now, Tanya. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"The moment you don't like something you say Yo-yo. Do you understand, Tanya?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now be a good girl and give me your hands."

She reached behind and rested her hands against her ass. I took out the satin cuffs that I had stuffed into my back pocket earlier, snapped one onto each hand, then tied them together. They were just tight enough for her to feel restricted but not immobile. I leaned over to whisper into her ear.

"I'm going to take you to my bed now. Would you like that, Tanya?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to fuck you. Do you want me to fuck you, Tanya?"

"Yes," she answered breathily.

"Tell me: tell me you want me to fuck you, Tanya."

She paused, took a breath, then answered me. "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice higher than before.

"Good girl."

I grabbed the knot I had made in the cuffs and carefully, slowly, tugged. I began walking, never letting go, making sure it was slow enough for her to follow without tripping. After all, she was walking backward, through an unknown space, naked, blindfolded, and wearing four inch heels. I never took the girls to my real bedroom, but one of the guest rooms instead. When we reached the darkened bedroom I turned her around and placed a pillow on the floor just by the bed's edge and her feet. I unbuttoned my pants, slid down the zipper, and pulled them down just low enough for my erection to be exposed and the zipper to be out of her way, but no more.

"There's a pillow at your feet, Tanya. Kneel on it."

She fumbled just slightly, but was kneeling before me a moment later.

"You're going to blow me now, Tanya, aren't you."

"Yes."

"Who made me hard, Tanya?"

"I did."

"That's right, Tanya. Do you want to suck my cock now?"

"Yes," she answered with a desperate edge.

"Show me how much, Tanya."

I scooted closer to the edge of the bed. She stuck her tongue out to find my length, and when she found the back side of it, I hissed. Her cool tongue licked my already engorged dick and before I knew it, her lips were around me. Her hair cascaded on what little skin I had exposed and the satiny, silky strands, passing against my body was almost more stimulating than her mouth.

She bobbed up and down, letting her tongue drag up with every move. She scraped my dick every so slightly with her teeth and I moaned. She was excellent and I decided to let her milk me. She could get me hard again easily, her mouth was amazing. The warmth of her breath, the feel of her hair, the suckling noises she made... it wasn't long before I could feel myself starting to tense. I grunted and she knew I was close. She doubled her efforts, her teeth, her tongue, her lips, her hair sweeping against me. It was too much, I steadied her head with my hands just as I growled and came with warm spurts into her mouth.

I could hear her swallow when I pulled her head away.

"You made me very happy, Tanya."

She smiled a sly little smile. She knew she was good at her job.

"I think you deserve a treat. What do you think?"

"Yes, please."

"So polite, Tanya. What a good girl..."

I helped her onto her feet and pulled my pants back up. I reached around her, pressing my body against her tits and undid the knot in her cuffs. I led her, by the cuff straps, to the side of the bed, and pushed her gently onto the surface. Pulling her arms up over her head and asking her to lie down, I tied her cuff straps up to the headboard.

I wanted so much to pull off my mask and bury my head between her legs - to smell her there, to taste her there. I hadn't tasted a woman in that way for years. I most likely never would again, either. I couldn't follow my instincts of course, because I... I just couldn't. What I could do was finger her and make her come for me. I needed the rest before I fucked her, and anyway, watching her writhe because of my hand would get me hard again. If it didn't, I could always have her suck me off.

I took off my left glove and sat on the edge of the bed. I licked my finger and circled it around her left nipple. She shivered slightly. I traced a path down between her tits, past her ribs, beyond her belly button until I was just at the tip of her pussy. I let my finger trace the smoothness of her slit. She raised her hips to me.

"Now, now Tanya, you'll have to control yourself better than that if you want me to let you come."

Bullshit. I wanted to see her twist and shake and ache for me. I wanted her falling to pieces because I got her off so well. Instead, I was Phantom. I pushed my finger past her lips and had to stifle a groan. She liked the game plenty - she was wet for me. I pushed my finger as deeply as I could and began feeling around gauging her reaction. I wanted to find her spot, that one little centimeter of flesh that would have her panting and squirming.

Despite my bullshit "warning," she wiggled, she shook, she snaked about, and then she bucked and gasped. Found it. I should have said something to keep up my guise, but watching the woman beneath me fall apart because of one solitary finger was too precious to waste with words. She was trying, poor thing, to keep herself in control, but she wasn't succeeding. When she started moaning in earnest, my dick began twitching again.

"That's it, Tanya, moan for me."

She was a mess and I was ready to watch her come. I pulled my finger out and pressed it again her clit. She cried out, began grinding in mid-air before everything stopped and she fell back to the bed, panting. Just to be sure she had come from her G, I slipped my fingers inside of her. She was so fucking slick. She had come and she had come hard. Feeling her moisture on my fingers, seeing how spent she was, it brought my dick to instant attention.

I quickly untied her cuffs, unzipped my pants, and let my dick free.

"On your knees now, Tanya," I ordered brusquely.

Her firm, tanned ass was in front of me, but before I could even admire her naked core, I had rolled on a condom, taken a hold of her hips, and rammed myself into her. I let out a slow fuuuuuuck, and poor, un-expecting Tanya, made a sound like chipmunk before leaning into my thrusts. She met me move-for-move, banging into my groin and pulling away before impaling herself again. Shit, she was good.

I let myself fuck her hard. I let myself bang into her sweet little ass. I let myself curse, and groan, and grunt as I fucked her senseless.

"You like me fucking you, Tanya?"

"Yes..." she barely got out.

"I can't fucking hear you, Tanya!"

"YES," she screamed.

"You like my dick inside of you..."

"Fuck, yes!"

"I want to hear you come for me, Tanya. You fucking come for me when I tell you to, understand me?"

"YES!"

"On your back right now," I demanded as I pulled out.

This was a personal no-no. I only ever fucked them from behind. If I could see their faces while I fucked them, it was salt on the wound. They couldn't see me through the blindfold or the mask and watching what my body was doing to them was too intimate, to tender, too much. But this girl, this Tanya, was so damn good. I wanted to see her tits bouncing, I wanted to see her mouth open and gasp; I wanted to see her buck into me.

I wanted.

She flipped onto her back quickly and spread her legs for me. My weeping dick wanted to bury itself inside, but I had to make sure her hands were secured. It only ever happened once that a girl pulled off her blindfold, but once was enough. Once she was tied back up, I placed one leg up on my shoulder and soothed my aching dick by pushing it inside her once again.

She shuddered and sucked in a breath between her teeth. I wasn't going to last long, watching her react to me was more than I was used to. Seeing her mouth move and her breasts bounce, and her hair spread across the pillows was more than I could handle. I pulled my glove off and pressed my middle finger into her clit, rubbing furiously.

"Remember when I told you to come for me, Tanya."

"Yessssss," she hissed and licked her lips.

Fuck that was it; I was going to come...

"NOW, TANYA!"

I could feel her clench around my length, and I came the second I felt her slow release warm the tip of my dick. I slammed into her pelvis and screamed silently to nothing as I went over the edge, spasming one, twice, three times.

I took a shuddering deep breath in before pulling out of her. I placed her leg on the bed again and stumbled into the en-suite bathroom. I turned on the light and pulled off my mask.

"What the fuck did you just do?" I whispered angrily to myself. "Shit, you want her again, don't you?"

And that right there was the reason I only ever fucked from behind. Fucking a girl twice lead to a third time and even if they were professionals, three, four, or five times with the same girl was too close for my comfort. I pulled the condom from my semi-hard dick and flushed it. I splashed some water on my face and put my mask back on. I pulled up my pants, fastened them, passed Tanya without looking at her, and went to get the girl's clothing.

When I got back to the bedroom, she was just as I left her. As I untied her hands, I explained how the evening would be ending.

"I'm placing your clothes on the corner of the bed. The light is on in the bathroom. Take your time getting ready. When you're done, place the blindfold back on and knock on the bedroom door. I'll see you to the front hall."

I stepped out, closed the door, and sank to the floor. I was both thrilled and angry that I wouldn't be seeing this one again. She sparked something in me that I didn't like... hope.

About twenty minutes later, she knocked on the door.

"Is your blindfold on, Tanya?" I asked from the floor.

"Yes."

I stood up and opened the door to find Tanya in the same shape she had been in when she walked through my front door hours ago. I took her naked hands into my gloved ones and led her slowly, carefully to the front hall. I let go of her hands and stepped back into the darkness.

"The envelope is on the table by the door, next to the horse statue. You may leave the blindfold there." I paused, the next part always stung a little, for me more than them, "Good night, Tanya."

Using the remote, I made the room brighter for her. I watched her take off the blindfold, blink a few times and get her bearings. She turned around, found the envelope and left the blindfold as instructed. She opened the front door, but before closing it behind her she said, "Thank you, it was incredible."

I closed the distance to the front entrance, waiting until I heard the elevator ding before locking the door for the night. I took the blindfold in my hands and silently thanked her too.

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