I chew on the inside of my lower lip, my eyes flicking toward the bedroom hallway. But before I can respond, one of Phantom’s hands comes up and drops a quick swat along the outside of my thigh. I squeak and turn back to him, flushing even hotter as my pussy flutters.
“I don’t fuckin’ care if Jesus Christ comes outta there. You keep your eyes on me while I’m worshipping you. And if you try to hide your little noises again, I’m gonna pull you down here and bend you over my knee instead. Am I understood, baby doll?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I answer automatically.
Phantom smirks. “Cute, but no. You call me Daddy.”
Something in my brain short-circuits for a moment, and I can only blink down at him. But he doesn’t move, waiting for me to reply.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whisper, enjoying the way the words fall from my lips perhaps a little too much.
“That’s my good girl,” Phantom growls, smile turning positively wicked.
I don’t have time to brace myself as he suddenly pulls my panties to the side and dives back into my dripping slit tongue first. My back arches as I let out a gasp, before it melts into a moan.
He runs his tongue up and down my entrance, teasing it before moving to my clit, using the tip of his tongue to flick the swollen nub over and over, rocketing me skyward with overwhelming pleasure. One of my hands goes to his hair, gripping the top of his head not enough to hurt, but just for something to ground me.
“So…fucking…delicious, baby doll,” he pants, sucking and moaning as he explores every part of me that he can reach.
I shudder and gasp as he takes my clit between his lips, teasing it with his tongue at the same time. I moan out loud, the sound fading into a keening whine. I try to breathe, to control the shaking in my legs. But it’s been so long, and it doesn’t take much to push me right to the edge.
“Daddy…” I whimper, trying to roll my hips.
Phantom growls against me, the vibrations making me jump and groan. But his arms hold me exactly where he wants me, no room to run or hide from the pleasure building in my belly.
“You gonna make a mess all over my face, baby girl? I want you to. Let go for Daddy and fucking come,” Phantom snarls.
I cry out as he shifts his grip on my hips, freeing one of his hands and pressing two fingers into my dripping pussy, the wet sound obscene and decadent all at the same time. My spine curls inward as he curls his fingers inside me, slow, deliberate strokes to my upper wall that hit my sweet spot with preternatural accuracy. And when he starts sucking on my clit again, I couldn’t care less who can hear my scream as I come undone.
Phantom moans against my core as my pussy tightens around his fingers, not stopping even as I gasp for air. Pleasure floods my system like liquid fire, stars bursting behind my eyelids. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt like this, and Ican’t find it in me to tell him to stop. Not when my toes curl and another release builds in my core.
“That’s a good girl, so good for me. You gonna come again?” Phantom asks breathlessly, pulling back slightly to look up at me while his fingers continue to pump and curl inside me.
“Yes, Daddy. Please,” I whine.
My thighs shake as I try to close them, but Phantom’s shoulders hold me open, completely exposed for whatever he wants to do to me. My head drops back as he moves his free hand, pressing on my lower belly firmly. Every movement of his hand inside me feels so much more intense, and I’m on the edge again almost instantly.
“Daddy, I…please, I can’t. Please slow down. I don’t—”
“Oh, I know what you’re going to do, baby doll,” Phantom growls, cutting across my half-hearted pleas. “I told you to make a mess. And you want to do what Daddy says, don’t you?”
I nod, chest heaving. I let out a shout as he pushes harder on my lower belly, his thumb circling my clit relentlessly. And when he bites down on my inner thigh, nothing on earth could stop the flood that pours from me, splashing all over the fridge door, Phantom’s chest, and down to the floor.
“There she fucking is. Such a good, fucking girl, doing what she’s told.”
Phantom’s voice takes on an almost primal edge before he leans in and starts sucking and licking around his fingers, lapping at my swollen entrance and clit. I whine, a true omega sound this time, as the pleasure starts to turn to pain, my hips pulling back on instinct. Phantom’s eyes snap to my face, and I’m not sure what he sees, but something shifts in his expression, softening around the eyes as he nods. His touch turns from demanding to something more comforting, working me down from the high.
When he finally slows his fingers and pulls them from my slit, I breathe out slowly, my exhale a little shaky even to my own ears. I try to focus on my breathing, soothing myself like I’m used to doing. But to my surprise, Phantom wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me down from the fridge and setting me down on the island, before he turns to the sink and fills a glass with water and hands it to me.
“Drink up, baby girl. Then I’ll get ya settled on the couch,” he says, firm but not unkind.
I blink and sip the cool water, exhaling as it soothes my parched throat. Phantom stays close, his hands roaming over me constantly until I finish the drink. His body heat radiates into me, chasing away any chills that try to invade my system. Once I set the glass down, he doesn’t hesitate before scooping me up and taking me over to the couch, tucking a blanket around me tightly before standing back to inspect his work.
“Stay put while I finish breakfast, okay? I can turn on the TV for you, if it’ll help,” Phantom says, smiling slightly.
I shake my head. “I’ll be okay. Then I can get up and help.”
“If you get up before I’m done cooking, I’m putting you back up on the fridge. And I won’t stop this time,” Phantom snaps.