The Phantom (6 page)

She led me to the back wall and pulled something pink off a hook. “These are anal beads,” she explained. “See, you put the smallest bead in your ass first. Then, as you push it further in, each bead gets just a little bigger than the last one. The good thing about this versus the ones on a string is that the rubber is solid enough to move it in and out by pulling and pushing on this little loop at the top. It’ll be closer to an actual butt fucking than something simply left in you for stimulation. They’re perfect for a beginner because you can start with the tiniest and only go as far as you’re comfortable, then slowly work your way up to the largest.”

The way she described it, I didn’t even have to think “I’ll take them. Do I need any kind of special lube for this?”

“Well, you can pretty much use any lube you already have in your nightstand. If you’re really nervous about pain though, we have a special lube that just slightly numbs you back there so that you can still feel it going in and out, but any pain you might have felt is gone. It’s really used more for when you take a cock, but you can use it for toys.”

“Great, I think I’ll take a small bottle of that, too.”

“Excellent! Anything else?”

“Nope, that’s it.”

I followed the clerk to the register. As she rang up my purchases, I called to Beth. “Ready to go?”

“Just a minute,” she said.

When I turned around after paying, I had to fight not to laugh. After all of Beth’s nervousness and blushing, guess who bought a vibrator with two textured sleeves and a set of twin bullets wired to a controller with adjustable speeds?

Chapter Twelve

I waited until Geoff was out of the apartment. The last thing I wanted was for him to discover what I was about to do. He couldn’t satisfy me with even the basics. I certainly didn’t need for him to see this and get ideas. If it did turn out that this hurt with me doing it myself, Geoff would probably injure me. If that happened, there was no way I could enjoy this the way Mary seemed to.

The bath seemed the most natural place to do it. It always relaxed me after a hard day of work and if I was going to put something up my butt for the very first time, I definitely wanted to be relaxed.

I stripped naked and waited for the water to warm. As the tub began to fill, I tore the plastic off my new anal beads and broke the seal of my special lube. All I had left to do was decide bubble bath or no bubble bath.

No bubble bath. Who knew how that would feel if that got in me back there too.

I turned off the faucet and took a deep breath. “Let’s do this,” I told myself.

I knew I made the right choice when I felt my muscles soften as soon as my foot touched the warm water and my nervousness began to disappear. By the time I leaned back, I was almost serene.

But I still needed something to inspire me. My eyes closed and I let my mind drift to the only man I would ever allow to have anal sex with me.

I am completely naked under a single sheet. It is just one of those nights that is too damn hot for clothes. I even had to leave the window open. The summer breeze isn’t much, but it’s still a breeze.

That’s how he gets in, and absolutely nothing disturbs me until he speaks. “Hello, Sasha.”

I know who it is even before my eyes start to open. Only one man could have a voice like that. “Phantom? Is that you?” I ask.

Suddenly, he is so close that he can brush the hair off the back of my neck. “It’s me.”

I feel a kiss and I shiver. “What are you doing here?”

The Phantom laughs. “Silly girl. What do you think?”

The sheet begins to slip away, and his mouth follows its retreat. Ghostly lips press to every part of me that is bared. First my shoulder, down my ribs…

I started to roll a nipple just as slowly as the cover disappeared in my mind. My left hand slipped beneath the water toward my pussy. Very gently, my fingers traced that secret slit up and down in the same rhythm my dream lover kissed me. It took a little longer than usual, but soon, my body began to relax and moisten. I kept stroking until my pussy began to pulse, hungry for something to fill it. It was almost a shame I planned to disappoint it.

When his mouth reaches my hips, I start to roll over and offer my front to his attention. Immediately, he denies me and pushes me back down. “Please,” I beg him. “Taste my pussy. It’s so wet for you!”

The Phantom just laughs. “I’m not here for that.”

The kisses return. They follow the line of my spine all the way down to the crack of my ass. When I feel those cheeks pulled apart, I gasp. There are a dozen more kisses down that valley, and they only stop at that most secret hole.

Then, his tongue takes over.

I played with my breast and thumbed my finally exposed clit until my hips began to lift and fall under the water.

He takes my breath more and more with every lick. Excited shame makes me reach back to push him away, but The Phantom catches my hands and pins them above my head.

“Don’t do that again!” he says.

My ghostly lover doesn’t even give me the chance to try. Silk, just like Mary and Esmeralda described wraps around my wrists and then binds me to the bed.

The images inspired me to work myself harder and harder. I pinched and pulled my nipple until I felt that pain/pleasure echo in my clit. I would get close, so close that my feet twitched and then completely stop.

Over, and over...

My entire body, not just my pussy
,
begged to be filled. I needed something in me somewhere. Anything...

Anywhere
.

Oh yes, now was the time! I flipped over so fast water sloshed out of the tub. Shaking hands snatched the bottle of lube and poured it between my cheeks. I barely got the lid snapped closed again before it fell into the bath.

He is rough and merciful all at once. He spreads the cheeks of my ass so far apart it hurts, but his cock only brushes between them in search of its target…

I grabbed my new toy and pushed the first bead into my back hole.

The Phantom is gentle, but insistent. He pushes his cock into that forbidden place slowly, but ignores every one of my resistances until he is in me. I can feel his balls against my pussy. Maybe it is just because it is him with all his skill with a woman’s body, but it doesn’t hurt...

There was no pain at all.

One by one, I pushed the spheres in my butt. Still, there was no pain. In fact, the deeper they went, the better it felt. Really good, curl a girl’s toes good!

“Oh...” I sighed when the final largest bead was up my ass. I shook my hips the way I would to entice a lover and just enjoyed the way they rolled inside me. Then, I grabbed the little handle of the toy and pulled.

The Phantom’s strokes are slow, only enough to teach me to learn to love this new pleasure...

My body clung to each bead so that they actually had to pop out.

He pulls out an inch then puts it back. He pulls out two inches then pushes it back inside me.

When only two were left in me, I pushed the entire string in again.

Before I know it, he’s fucking my ass. Not just by inches, but with his entire length...

In and out, in and out, until... “Ah!”

“Ah! Oh, God!”

Oh, I have no idea which orgasm came first, the one in my fantasy or the one right there in the tub. I don’t even know if they were separate. All I knew was that if the woman in the sex shop was right, and this was what it would feel like to be fucked up my butt, I was going to love it if it ever happened for real!

Chapter Thirteen

The next day, I got the second greatest gift I could have ever hoped for. Only a visit from The Phantom himself would have been better. As soon as I opened our mailbox, I saw the little brown box. At first, I thought that maybe Geoff had actually remembered my birthday for the first time in six years. Then, I recognized the name of the sender.

The Victorian diary with the possible Phantom encounter was here!

I ripped open the package like a little girl at Christmas. “Please let her have bookmarked the page, please let her have bookmarked the page,” I quietly prayed.

The seller did.

March 29, 1857

I agree that this marriage is not anything that anyone would have dreamed of. I always wanted to marry for love, but my new husband’s family was in debt. The money of my dowry would aid them out of it and the land would allow them the room they needed to breed more horses.

He has hardly spoken to me since the wedding. Edward exercised his marital rights, but has not visited my bedchamber since. I am sure he is already returning to his mistress in London.

Before my wedding, Mother told me that as a wife, my only real duty was to produce heirs and run the household, but if he does not come to me at night, how can I do the first? In truth, it’s a relief that he does not. My wedding night was not a pleasant experience, and the less I am needed to satisfy his needs the better.

March 30, 1857

I pray I am not going insane. I can only tell my story here because I fear if I told a living soul, they would have me committed. Not even my maid and companion who has been with me since girlhood will hear of the events of last night. Perhaps it would be best to keep the details to myself, but I cannot. I must write it down while it is all still fresh in my mind. If age ever dulls the memory, I have only to come back to these pages and live it all again.

When he came, I was asleep, dreaming of the days when I would picnic with Mother and Father. I was awoken when the covers of my bed were thrown off me. At first, I was terrified. I feared my husband had come again for his marital rights and I was still sore from the way he had taken my maidenhead three nights ago.

It only took a moment to know it wasn’t him, and that was even more terrifying. The hands that pushed up my dressing gown were gentle. Edward had seemed almost angry that he had to consummate our marriage. These hands were slow where my new husband seemed to just want to get the act finished.

The first kiss below my knee startled me. The second on the actual joint made me tremble. The kisses followed the rise of my gown, even through the thin cotton of my drawers. I tried to look down and see who was being so sweet when he reached my hips, but without a single lamp lit in the room, it was just too dark.

Something pulled apart the split of my drawers. I held my breath because the last time someone had done that, they caused me incredible pain. My first time had been anything but enjoyable and for a second, I shuddered to think that it was all about to happen again.

It must have been a tongue that touched me down there. It was too warm and too wet to be anything else. My husband certainly didn’t do that to me on our wedding night. I cannot explain it, but my original fear began to vanish. Pleasure began to replace it as this... phantom licked me more and more.

My body began to warm to the point of fever. I felt myself grow moist down there, and my private parts relaxed and opened. That certainly did not happen the night my maidenhead was taken.

I whined when the tongue stopped. My drawers were left wet and sticky when the kisses began again. My dressing gown was lifted further, first to my stomach and then high enough that lips could be pressed to the underside of each of my breasts. The only thing that helped tame my shame was the dark and knowing that whoever my lover was, he could not see the flesh he exposed.

But the dark could not protect me from his hands or his lips. The ghost squeezed my left breast while his mouth locked onto the tip of my right. First, my nipples seemed to harden and stretch. Then, my back arched up into his touch for even more. No one ever told me a woman’s breasts could feel pleasure like that. All this time, I believed they were just for feeding children.

It became hard to breathe when the kisses began yet again up my throat, over my chin and to my lips at last. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I actually moaned.

I took a deep breath when our kiss finally broke. I had to ask my phantom, “Why do you taste like fresh pear?”

He laughed and said, “I don’t taste like pear. I taste like you.”

I was so shocked that my eyes went wide. My ghostly lover returned his lips to mine and took away my ability to say anything else. He thrust his tongue into my mouth again and filled it with the flavor of my secret place.

Then, I felt something hard touch me between my legs. Right away I knew what it was. A man was about to penetrate me, and there was that fear again. Edward drove himself inside me, but my phantom was slow and gentle. My place was still sore, so he took his time easing into my body. My walls parted around him, and though my body still ached, I still needed him there. He finally crushed my lower curls, and then waited until I was ready for more.

It was I that moved first. I rolled my hips back and then forward. It was only then that he began to rock into me, and every time he pushed in to his hilt, my body trembled.

An explosion is the only word I know to describe it. Pleasure that could only be promised in heaven exploded between my legs, and rippled through the rest of being. My back arched so forcefully that his hands were thrown from my breasts and my nipples scratched the shadow’s chest. Even my head was thrown back. I tried to fight my scream, but it was impossible.

It continued until the sun came through my curtains and he simply disappeared. My phantom made me scream with pleasure all through the night until dawn came and stole him from me.

My legs were left almost too weak to walk this morning even to this desk. Just writing this is bringing back that damp stirring between my thighs. I long for his touch, but I fear I will succumb to this strange new need before his return, and have to resort to my own sinful touch for relief.