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Chapter 14, Phantom: Full Circle
EPOV
I used to hate the fucking theatrics - the name, the mask. The whole persona would always be a lie, but it was a lie that I would endure happily for her. I donned the mask once again because Bella requested it of me and I could deny her nothing. I'd used to pretend to be into S&M just to get my rocks off, out of necessity. I saw the light one evening in December, however, when the women I loved asked me to show a part of myself I thought I could forget.
I was never proud of that part of my past until I shared it with her. She wanted to remove the shame. She said, if we shared the experience together, instead of viewing it as something dirty, some secret I hid, it would turn into something luscious, sexy, erotic. She was right.
Of course, the problem was, could I let myself restrain her, order her around? More importantly, would she let me? In my previous life, I was Edward-fucking-Cullen and Edward-fucking-Cullen didn't need to ask permission to do anything. Edward-fucking-Cullen smiled and winked at a girl and she was his for as long he wanted her, no questions asked. I wasn't Edward-fucking-Cullen anymore though, I was Edward Masen. Edward Masen loved someone more than he could articulate.
I wanted Bella to enjoy herself without abandon; I only hoped I could do the same.
On the first Thursday in December, I turned down the lights, slipped into my leather, and covered my face with a Phantom of the Opera mask... as per her request. Over the years I'd been with dozens of girls - all colors and sizes. I used to like 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 more personal information than I cared to share.
In the past, Madame Zafrina understood my needs and made sure to find me new girls every month. 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. That night was different, though. That night there was no need to hide. I didn't have to fuck Bella from behind unless I wanted to. I didn't have to worry about things getting too personal, because they already were. I loved the woman I was planning on tying to the bed. She was everything to me.
At 6:43 P.M. my doorbell rang.
"It's open."
In walked the last woman I would ever lust after. She was a stunning, funky haired pin-up. She was wearing a pair of jeans under her thick, bulky winter coat. I couldn't see them, but I knew her breasts were heavy and full. I knew her legs were strong and shapely. I knew her arms were soft and dotted with light brown hair. Her neck was wrapped up in a purple crochet scarf; her head was covered in a matching hat. I couldn't wait to touch her. In the past, I had undressed her slowly, savoring every curve – that night I was ready for speed and force.
"Stop right there. What's your name?"
She looked around, confused, maybe a little annoyed, too.
"Edward, why are the lights so low? And where are you hiding? You damn well know my name."
She didn't get it yet.
"I'll ask you one more time, what is your name?"
"Just what the hell are you playing at?"
She was definitely annoyed.
"This isn't a game. Tell me your name. NOW!"
She looked livid. She would have slapped me across the face if I were in front of her, I just knew it. She opened her mouth to say something, then stopped. A smile crept onto her lips. My beautiful girl figured it out.
With a knowing smile she said, "Isabella."
I smiled. She never used her full name. She wanted to play, too.
"Isabella, undress for me... slowly."
She pulled the hat from her head and the scarf from around her neck, letting them drop at her side. She unzipped her coat and let it fall from her body. She was wearing a bright yellow Bob Marley T-shirt under a black cardigan with sequins on it. Her jeans were tucked into a pair of dark red rubber boots. She stepped on the back of one boots and wiggled her foot out. After repeating the process with the other boot, she pulled off her socks. Her cardigan was next, revealing exactly how happy Bob must have been to be rubbing up against her hard nipples. I stifled a groan.
Slowly, she pulled off her shirt. Plain black cotton bra. As desperately as I wanted to bury my face in her exceptionally soft, jiggling cleavage, we were in a scene and I didn't want to interrupt the striptease. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Inch by maddening inch, she pulled the jeans down her legs until she stepped out of them. Plain, pink panties hugged her hips. Once again, I was jealous of cotton.
She turned around, her back facing me. I couldn't help but stare at her round, ample ass. I had the sudden urge to see if I could get her creamy, ivory skin the same color as her bubble gum pink panties. Maybe she would let me. She reached around her back and unclasped her bra. She pulled the fabric down her arms and threw her bra over her shoulder. I should have stopped her and made her turn around, she really shouldn't have been hiding from me like that, but I knew she was enjoying herself. When she leaned over to pull down her panties, though, I couldn't help but moan out loud. Seeing her bare fucking kitty, pink, ready to be pounded, was too much.
"Turn around, Isabella."
I'd seen her naked more times than I could count, but she was breathing heavily, and her chest rose dramatically with every inhale. She was excited, and in turn, it drove me wild.
"You're beautiful, Isabella. Does it please you to hear me say that?"
"Yes," she answered breathily. "Yes... sir?" She asked innocently.
Before, when women called me sir, it made me cringe. I hated it. It reminded me of the charade, of the stupid fucking reasons I had to wear masks. But coming from her mouth, all unsure and anxious, it was like vocal Viagra. Instantly, my dick pressed against my pants.
"Did I tell you to call me sir, Isabella?"
"No."
"Do you want to call me 'sir'?"
"Desperately," she practically moaned.
Fuck. She had no idea how hard I was for her.
"I'll allow it. What do you say, Isabella?"
"Thank you, sir."
There it was again... my dick twitched.
If she had been anyone else, I would have thrown a blindfold at her feet and make her put it on. But it was my Bella standing there, not some random slut. I wanted her to see every single thing I was going to do to her.
I always worn the mask and gloves in the past because it never hurt to be careful. I couldn't risk all the random women finding out about me. But, I wore them that night to embody the Phantom persona – to create a fantasy for Bella. Also, I had jerked off to the image of Bella sucking her own juices off of my leather glove earlier that week; I wanted to see it person that night.
She stood there before me, naked, barefoot, her multi-colored hair a mess due to the hat she pulled off her head. She was utterly delectable. I walked to her until she was mere inches from me. Her nipples were hard, her breathing still heavy. She was excited. I took a leather-clad, gloved hand and flicked her nipple. She moaned. The sound made my dick ache.
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 full ass, and listened to her breath hitch. I pulled her toward me by her shoulders, and let her feel exactly how ready I was for her.
"Do you feel that, Isabella?"
"Yes, sir."
"Does it please you to know that you did that to me?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm going to bind your hands now, Isabella. You'll like that won't you?"
"Fuck. Yes, sir."
Hearing her curse made me impatient. I couldn't wait; I had to know if she was as ready for me as I was for her. I reached around her body, bent over slightly, and let the tip of my finger slip between her pussy lips. It was my turn to curse.
"Fuck." I didn't think she could get that wet from a few simple words and requests. It was... enlightening. "Isabella, you're a very, very wet girl. Who made you that wet?"
"You did, sir," she moaned, pressing her head into my shoulder.
Before we got carried away, I needed to set some rules. In the past, I was assured that the girls who came to me were experienced in the S&M world; Bella wasn't. I needed her to know exactly how to control the situation. I stood up straight, pulled the soft satin cuffs from my back pocket and slowly started to confine her wrists.
"Green means go. Yellow mean slow down. Red means stop. Do you understand, Isabella?"
"Yes, sir."
"You have to be vocal and honest with me. Tell me you understand before I tie you up, Isabella."
"I understand. Green, sir... very green."
"I'm going to take you to my bed now."
For the first time, I meant it, too. I was going to take her to my actual bed. The one we shared when she graced me with her presence. It didn't have the right kind of headboard for me to tie her to, but was planning on tying her arms to the bed frame's feet. I had ordered extra long satin rope especially for the occasion.
"I'm going to fuck you tonight. Do you want me to fuck you, Isabella?"
"Yes, sir," she answered quietly.
"Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you, Isabella."
Without pause, she answered me. "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice low, determined.
Just who was controlling whom I wondered as my body reacted to her words and voice.
"Good girl, Isabella."
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. 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 carefully pulled them over my hard dick and down to my knees.
When I looked up at her, Bella was looking at me hungrily.
"Kneel on the pillow at your feet."
She fumbled just slightly, but was kneeling before me a moment later.
"You're going to suck me now. Tell me you'll enjoy it, Isabella."
"I'll enjoy it, sir."
"You made me this hard, Isabella," I said, getting lost in her face. She had just licked her lips and I couldn't think straight. "You always make me hard, Bella."
Her head whipped up. Shit! I called her Bella. I had to get back into character.
"Do you want to suck my cock now?"
She winked at me, God, I loved her.
"Yes, sir" she answered with confidence.
"Show me, Isabella."
I scooted closer to the edge of the bed. The second I was in position, Bella impaled her mouth on my length. When I felt the back of her throat, I had no choice but to curse. When she dragged her mouth back up, she let her teeth scrape my shaft causing me to hiss, loudly. She went back down as forcefully as she had the first time and I almost had to yell out "Yellow!" myself.
She was ferocious. I had never felt her attack me like that before. It was intoxicating. Not only was I seeing a side of her I had never expected, but knowing that I had done that to her? That I had lured out some hidden tigress? I felt like the shit. No, I was the shit. I was amazing, incredible, the king of the fucking world. I hadn't felt like that since college. I knew I wasn't invincible anymore - I had the proof permanently plastered to my body - but right then, with Bella devouring my cock, I was. I was invincible because of her.
Quicker than I thought possible, I was coming into her mouth and down her waiting throat. I didn't see stars. That night I saw comets and I saw them more than once.
I looked down the woman at my feet. The woman who had crowned me master of the universe and all I wanted was to do was return the fucking favor. I stood up, pulled my pants on, and fastened them.
"On the bed, on all fours, now. I don't care how you fucking do it, but you do it quickly."
I knew her hands were tied, but I wanted full access to her pussy. No thighs, no knees, absolutely nothing in my fucking way. She stood up, kneeled on the bed and simply folded herself over. She turned her head toward the balcony and pressed her shoulders into the mattress. Her ass was in the air, her very obviously wet and glistening pussy was just where I wanted it... exposed to me.
"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good now, Isabella. But first, there's something I've been fantasizing about. Did you know I fantasized about you, Isabella?"
"No, sir."
"Oh, but I do," I said, rubbing her folds with one leather-clad finger. "Ask me what I fantasize about, Isabella."
"What do you fantasize about?" She ground out.
"Thisss," I hissed as I pushed my finger deep into her warmth. I pumped my finger in and out of her; the sound of her wetness filled the room. It wouldn't take long for me to get hard again for her. I pulled out my finger, her juices clinging to the leather.
"Do you want to make me happy, Isabella?"
"Always, sir." My heart thumped in my chest.
"Then suck for me, Isabella. Let me know how sweet you are. Let me know how good you'll taste."
I leaned over her folded body, brought my finger to her mouth, and watched as she took one long lick of herself.
"Mmmm," she said.
"I said suck, not lick, Isabella. Don't disappoint me again."
Suddenly, I was afraid I had pushed too far, that I had run away with the charade. I was almost expecting her to say yellow or even red, but she didn't. She took my gloved finger into her mouth and sucked so hard, I could feel the leather lifting away from my flesh. I pulled my hand away and the glove stayed with Bella. She smiled, the glove firmly placed between her teeth.
Hard. I was getting hard again.
"If I didn't want my tongue in your pussy right now, I'd spank you for that little show."
Her eyes went wide. She let the glove go and smiled.
"Would you like that? Would you like me to spank you, Isabella?"
"I..." she paused for a beat. "Yes, sir."
"Next time." I knew then that there would be a next time. I wanted to slap her ass until it burned.
Her exposed sex was dripping for me. I wouldn't keep it waiting any longer. The very second my tongue plunged into her, she screamed. When I reached between her legs and touched her clit, she shook. I started lapping at her folds with the flat of my tongue. Over and over again, I licked; over and over again, I rubbed her clit. Just as it hadn't taken long for me to come, it was only a few short minutes before she froze, shook, and then came for me.
Those few minutes weren't long enough for me, though. I wanted more of her. I touched her clit again and she squirmed. I touched it again and she wiggled away from me. She didn't shift when she felt my tongue again, though. With my tongue teasing her slit, she sobbed and arched her back, raising her ass that much higher into the air. A tigress in heat. I gave her what she wanted. I licked, I lapped, and when she was a shaking mess in front of me, I reached down and rubbed at her clit again. She came for me again, hard. So hard that she collapsed on the bed, curled into a ball and convulsed sporadically.
I was proud, then worried when I saw the tears. Scratch that, I was so terrified I stopped breathing. It wasn't until she saw me, shook her head and repeated, "green, green, green," over and over that I breathed again.
"Green? Do you want more, Isabella?"
She didn't exactly answer, but chanted, "green, green, green," again.
Her little, terrifying display had softened the boner I was sporting, so I planned for some more licking. The sounds she made were irresistible. It didn't quite pan out that way, though.
"On your back, shift all the way to headboard."
She obeyed.
"Spread your arms for me, Isabella."
She did. I unclasped her wrists, reached down to the bed's foot, and clasped the rope to her wrist cuff. I walked to the other side and repeated the process. When I saw her there, bound, it did something to me. She looked so fucking gorgeous. Naked, spread open, vulnerable. The exquisite amount of trust involved made me puff out my chest a little. I may have fucked up thousands of things in my life. But for some reason, the beautiful woman on my bed loved me. It was enough to make me hard, painfully hard.
"Do you know how beautiful you are to me?"
She didn't say a thing. She was confused. I could tell she wasn't sure if I was still Phantom or not. I didn't really know myself, to be honest.
"You're more beautiful to me than..."
I couldn't finish the sentence. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her with a hard and fierce determination. When I broke away, she was breathless.
"I want you now, Isabella. I'm going to fuck you until you scream. Do you understand me?"
"Y-y-yes, sir," she answered shakily.
I pulled off the remaining glove. I took off my shoes. I pulled down my pants and tossed them aside. I threw the mask toward the bathroom and pulled the turtleneck from my body as quickly as I could. I didn't fucking care that the mask was gone, that part of the charade was over. All that mattered was placing my body between her legs, and burying my dick deep inside her waiting sex.
I fucked her like a man possessed. I pistoned in and out of her with determination. I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted her screaming. I wanted her wailing for me. I wanted her so well fucked that she couldn't speak. I wanted her to pass out while I was still inside of her, still fucking her senseless.
She grabbed onto the ropes keeping her arms down and squeezed them until her knuckles were white. Her head thrashed from side to side. Her tits shook violently every time I slammed into her body. We were riding the thin line between pleasure and pain, but I wouldn't stop unless she said the words. All she did was chant, "green, green, green," loudly, between my thrusts.
My knees hurt, my back hurt, my whole body was aching at the strain of keeping up the mad pace I had set.
"You fucking come for me!" I screamed, finally.
As tears rolled down her face, I placed the heel of my rough hand against her clit and pressed down hard. She bucked her hips. So, roughly, without mercy, I pressed and rubbed at her clit with ferociously. I wouldn't last, I couldn't; everything was too good and too painful at the same time.
She screamed for me. She screamed loudly. It was gibberish, but it didn't matter. I felt her walls crash around my dick before she shook violently and released her warmth onto my aching shaft. She hollered my name as she came. I called out hers as I came hard, doubled over in agony and relief. Comets, I saw comets.
She went limp beneath me, nothing more than dead weight. I felt heaviness in my limbs, but I pulled out slowly, the mere action causing me suck in a breath as I was so sensitive. I looked at my beautiful girl. Although she could barely keep them open, there were tears in her eyes.
"No tears, beautiful," I pleaded.
"Yes, sir," she said between breaths, a sly, sexy little smile playing on her lips.
A/N
Phew. Well... so, ya. Shower anyone?
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