Page 390 of Phobia
“I know, sweetheart, but yeh need to take it. We need to see this through, together.”
I nodded, breathless.
His hips moved in small waves, rocking both of us like a boat on a lake. One after another, his undulations grew more pronounced, the tempo picking up. And each time, his head tapped against my cervix.
The burn dissipated slightly and I was left with the urge to match his movements. I grounded my pelvis and tipped it up, welcoming more of him inside.
“That’s it. Move with Daddy.”
Each stroke became more fluid, like a dance. We were partners and moved like we had been lovers for an eternity. It would certainly seem so, with how perfectly we fit together.
Bastien was unforgiving with his cock, rolling his hips with just the right range of motion so that my clit rubbed against his pubic bone. This was what heaven must have felt like—this kind of exhilaration surely wasn’t anything from this world.
Our audience, the men who had primed me for this moment, disappeared into the background, and their moans and groans were masked by the sound of blood rushing through my ears. Their job was done and now Bastien was showing them how to please me properly.
His breath puffed over my jerking breasts. I held onto his solid back for dear life, afraid of falling into the abyss without him. This man was my safety and my danger. He was my everything, and I was his.
“Bastien, I love you,” I cried out.
“I fuckin’ love yeh, too, little songbird. Yeh belong to me. Forever.” He grabbed one of my ankles and threw it over his shoulder, fucking me harder than before. I felt him so much deeper this way, like he could split me in half with his pounding.
The ecstasy rose to the point of no return. “I’m coming. I can’t last.”
“Don’t hold back. I need to hear that pretty little voice sing. Show them all why I call yeh my songbird.”
Instantly, I erupted into a massive explosion that the other men could never have accomplished, shattering into a million pieces. In the end, there was only one man who could grant me euphoria. The one whom they all listened to.
Bastien splintered with me, our bodies spasming with pleasure and our cries ringing clamorously through the cemetery. The men around us wailed with their own orgasms, cocks in hand, spilling their seed onto the ground below us.
Brightly colored stars danced around my periphery as my sense of vision recovered. Bastien covered me with his body, biting my neck as the last trills of electricity ran their course. I should have been exhausted after having been passed around for so long, but my body was still alive and humming with energy. A chortle bubbled from my throat. I couldn’t contain my misplaced emotions. The laughter grew louder, until it became a cackle that ran rampant from deep within me. The fit was beyond my control, but I finally felt free. Free to let go.
Bastien lifted his head to look at me, amusement in his eyes. “There’s the voice I love. Welcome to the dark side, my little songbird.”
He joined me in my mania, our laughter wreaking havoc in the dead of night.
Chapter 9
Confusion wracked my brain when I came to with nothing but my dress draped over my body as a blanket. The morning sun burned my tired eyes and my neck felt stiff from lying on stone.
What happened to me?
I remembered having dinner with Jean. I remembered Papa tossing me around like a rag doll and then kicking me out of the house. I even remembered running to the cemetery to find Bastien. And, of course, I remembered being licked, sucked, and fucked every which way by Bastien and his friends.
Warmth reawakened in my body with the memory of the delicious things it had experienced last night. Most importantly, having been bound to Bastien for life. He had said many things to me that didn’t make sense, but what I had gathered between the lines was that he was just as in love with me as I was with him.I was his.
I reached out into the air, expecting to find Bastien’s body somewhere nearby, but my hands turned up empty. I sat up to look for him and winced at the ache as my core muscles engaged.
I kneaded the base of my neck with my fingers and clutched my dress close to my body. I was hungry, thirsty, and I needed to pee like crazy. The lot was empty—no trace of Bastien, nor his friends.
Bastien had promised to be mine forever, but he was nowhere to be found the morning after we had made love—no, fucked.
It had all seemed so sincere—his words, his kisses, his love. Had he changed his mind?
Maybe I was overthinking it all and he had just disappeared to get us breakfast or run home for a change of clothes.
I wished he would have woken me up, if that were the case.
I quickly dressed, my pussy and ass reminding me of the beating they had endured each time I lifted a leg to step into my dress. A throaty chuckle rasped out of me. I found it odd that my voice had grown so hoarse, but I supposed screaming during the throws of passion was enough to stress anyone’s vocal cords.
