“Yes,” I whimper. Because I am, and I fucking love when he calls me his monster slut. Because I’m not just a slut, I’mhislittle slut, insatiable and desperate.
Once he’s done, he licks his lips and holds my hand in front of my face.
“Good girls know that if they’re needy, they ask for help. Naughty girls, who take their pleasure when I’m right here, deal with their nightmare.”
Jesus Helena Christ, I’m already on the edge of coming, and every word takes me closer, but without friction, withoutsomethingI’ll be waiting here indefinitely. Is this how I’m going to get on the Nice List? By being edged into oblivion for his amusement?
“What will it be then? Are you my naughty monster slut, or are you my Princess?”
“Both,” I whimper, praying that it’s the right answer, or at least right enough to get what I need.
“Yes, you are, aren’t you? My perfect, beautiful girl when I want, but my crawling, needy little slut begging for my cock when she needs it.”
Seth digs his other claw into my hair, grasping close to the root to keep me looking up at him.
“You really do like this, being my slutty little monster fucker? I can smell how hot it makes you. You’re in danger of dripping on the carpet.”
I nod. The pain as it pulls my hair brings everything intosharp contrast. He stands, pulling me up with him. I want to be everything he needs me to be, and more.
“I wanted to make sure that this was what you really wanted, that you wanted me. Us.” He cocks his head. “But maybe I made you wait a little too long?”
“Seth, please.” I’m certainly not above begging. I’ll beg him for the rest of my life if he likes it.
Holy shit. The rest of my life. I want Sethforever. Everything he does, even now as I squirm, panting for him, is perfection. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve him, but I’ll spend the rest of my life begging for him if that’s what it takes.
“Please, what, Princess?” He sweeps me up in his arms, crossing the living room into my bedroom before depositing me on the bed with a bounce. “What do you want for Christmas, Ada?”
“You.” It’s a bigger statement than perhaps he realizes, but it’s something we can address later, when I’m not a writhing mess of need. “I want you to fill me up.”
“There it is. That’s my good girl.” Then, the smooth head is pressing into my opening, splitting and stretching me to accommodate him. I may not have come yet, but I’m so ready that I canjustbarely take him.
The nodules along his length drag and slide along my walls, and when his knot grazes my clit, I’m done for. I clamp down onto his cock, pulsing and shaking as he grinds down, massaging my clit with his knot.
“Oh, Princess, youreallyneeded me.”
I can barely hear him through the blood rush, but I nod. The room spins around me, but it’s centered on him and where I’m impaled on him.
“I think,” he says, pulling out. “That youstillneed me.”
“Yes, I want you. I want everything. I’m yours” Am I babbling? Maybe. Yes. But it’s only because my brain is soobliterated with endorphins that there isn’t any room for thought.
Seth slides down and steps out of his pants and chucks his sweater across the room, then moves to stand over me. Tall, broad, and the exact color grey to blend in with the shadows, his mask stands out in sharp contrast.
The perfect Phantom to my Christine.
“Are you, Ada? Mine?” he stands confidently, but his voice breaks a little, a hint of vulnerability that feels like a gift.
“Yes.” My voice is steady, sure. He needs to know that I have no question in my mind.
“Then show me what’s mine, Princess.”
Perhaps I’m not nearly as sexy as I wiggle out of my sweater and unzip my skirt. Still, in seconds, I lay before him exposed but feeling entirely cherished.
With gentle, reverent hands, he smooths over the dimples on my thighs to turn me onto my side. At first, I’m not sure why he’s turning me away, but then his massive, hot form is cradling me.
Like we were made to fit this way, his hands find their perfect fit, one moving to cup my breast, and the other slipping between my folds. With his chin, he brushes my hair from my shoulder and kisses it.
“Mine,” he whispers into my ear as he teases my clit.
