Destination Desire

by HELEN HARDT

  Phantom cupped her mound. “Shiny golden curls, beautiful red pussy.”

  He thumbed her clit, making her shudder.

  “Now get on the bed.”

  Heidi obeyed, her sex throbbing. She lay down on her back.

  “Spread your legs. I want to look at your pussy.”

  Again, she obeyed, her body warming with a flush that crept up her breasts.

  Phantom lowered his head and gazed. “So swollen and red. So wet.” He dipped his fingers inside. “For me.”

  “For you,” she echoed.

  “Turn over.”

  “What?”

  “I said, turn over.”

  “But you were going to—”

  “I know how to keep my submissive safe. And I know what will feel good to you. Trust me.” His velvet voice slid over her, caressing her with its whiskey-like smoothness.

  Trust him? Should she surrender to his power over her? God, she wanted to. He wouldn’t hurt her. She was positive. It was in his voice. In the way he looked at her. The way he kissed her. Her pussy still pulsed from her orgasm. She wanted more. Taking a deep breath, she turned over onto her stomach.

  “Your skin is the color of moonlight.” He trailed his fingers down her spine over the small of her back to her bottom. He squeezed the taut flesh. “Such a beautiful ass.” He pressed a finger to her anus. “Tell me, teerak, has anyone ever fucked you here?”

  “N-No.”

  “Would you like me to be the first?”

  “I… I don’t know.” Anal sex? She had never considered it. Ever. Hadn’t given it a thought. So why was the image of him pounding into her dark tunnel making her so hot she couldn’t see straight?

  “I’d love to take you there.” He smoothed his finger along the crease of her cheeks. “So lovely.” He sighed. “But for now, I have a promise to keep. Put your hands above your head and grab the bars in the headboard.

  Heidi complied, her body quivering in anticipation. A soft whispery caress fluttered across her back.

  “Silk, my angel.” He bound one wrist to the bars of the headboard and then the other. “Now get on your knees.”

  She tucked her knees forward, her head buried in a silky black pillow. Another feathery caress flowed over the cheeks of her ass.

  “Will you trust me, teerak?” Phantom’s breath puffed against her hips.

  “Yes.” Tingling sparks threaded through her body. “I trust you.”

  A soft lash came down on her buttocks, stinging her soft flesh with a pink heat. She arched and cried out.

  “Good, teerak?”

  Good? It hurt. But not in a bad way. Her pussy walls were clenching. Aching. “Yes.” She inhaled sharply.

  The lash slapped her ass again, harder this time, but immediately a sweeping of softness replaced the smarting twinge. She moaned and shivered. From somewhere, a feminine voice whimpered, begging for more. From her. The sound had come from her.

  Lash, caress. Lash, caress. All the while Phantom’s sexy timbre murmured how hot she was, how hard he was.

  “Ah, teerak, your ass is the most delectable shade of scarlet right now. How I’d love to fuck it.”

  “Go ahead.” Had she really just said that out loud?

  “An enticing invitation. One I’ll take you up on in the near future. But for now…” His hot tongue licked from her clit to her anus. “Mmm. You’re as delicious as I knew you’d be.”

  She shuddered as he dived into her pussy, using his lips, his tongue, his teeth to plunder her. She whined as he caught her labia in his teeth and tugged. She whimpered as he forced his tongue into her gash, mimicking what she hoped he’d do with his cock later. When he tongued her anus, she shivered, the trickle of his saliva between her cheeks a luscious sensation.

  He drove her to the edge and then pulled back, time after time. Heidi sobbed and screamed, begging to come, only to hear his soothing voice.

  “Soon, teerak. But not until I tell you.”

  She writhed, pushing her ass backward into him.

  “Yes, love, grind that sweet pussy into my face. God, you’re beautiful. So fucking hot.”

  “Please. Please. You have to let me come. I-I can’t… I can’t take any more.”

  The warmth of his lips brushed her skin. A soft grazing kiss to her fleshy bottom. “Since you asked so nicely.”

  He stroked her clit and plunged into her with a finger. Or was it two? She was so wet she couldn’t tell. “Yes, yes,” she moaned. “So good. So fucking good. I’m going to come. I’m going to come all over your fingers.”

  “Come for me, teerak.”

  At his command, she released, spilling her juices as her walls throbbed around him. She soared higher than the first time, her body convulsing as her spirit flew to the stars. His fingers continued to circle within her as she came down.

  “God, that was amazing,” she said.

  “Indeed it was.” He released her wrists. “Turn over.”

  She rolled onto her back and gazed into his masked face.

  His eyes were black as night, and they smoldered as he looked at her. “My God, you’re beautiful.”

  She reached for his mask.

  “No. Keep the mystery.” He pushed her hand away. “It’ll be better for you.”

  “But, you’ve seen my face. It isn’t fair.”

  “No.” The command in his voice was unmistakable. “Remember who is in charge here.”

  “Yes.” Her voice didn’t waver. He was in charge. And she liked it. She liked it a lot.

  He took one of the scarves that had bound her wrists and let the silk tickle her face. She smiled, enjoying the gentle caress. But when he bent to tie it around her eyes, she balked.

  “You’ll like it, teerak. Trust me?”

  Again the hypnotic tone of his voice soothed her. “Yes. I trust you.”

  The cool silk floated against her eyelids as he tightened it.

  “Now reach above you and grab the bars again.”

  The gossamer fabric fastened around her wrists once more. She lay still, her muscles taut with tension. What would come next?

  Then she felt a soft stroke against her nipple, and it instantly hardened into a tighter bud. “Wh-What is that?”

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes.” She giggled. “But I’d rather have your mouth.”

  “You have beautiful breasts, teerak. So lovely. The color of a moonstone cabochon with trickles of blue marbling. And your nipples are like red currants. So tight and flushed.” His fingers pinched one. “I love how you respond to me.”

  She squirmed as the moistness of his mouth captured one nipple while he continued to tease the other with the—what was it? Silk? A feather? She didn’t know. She knew only, at this moment, the maelstrom of new and exciting emotions her phantom was arousing within her.

  At first his warm tongue licked and flicked at her nipple. She moaned, wanting desperately to grab his head and pull him into her breast, to force him to suck her as she craved. But she was tied up. Damn. Why had she wanted this again?

  “Phantom. Untie me. Please. I want to touch you.”

  “Later, angel, later.” His husky voice blew puffs against the sensitive flesh of her breast.

  “But I want—”

  “Shh. I’ll give you everything you want. Anticipation makes it better.”

  His tongue flicked over her nipple again, and then his warm lips captured it and he sucked.

  “Oh!” Heidi bucked beneath him, her pussy walls contracting. “This can’t be happening. I’m… I’m coming. Damn, I’m coming!”

  His teeth tugged the nipple. His hands remained around her breasts, kneading and squeezing. He hadn’t touched her clit. How could she be coming?

  But she was. Her body quaked as waves of fiery pleasure rippled between her legs and radiated outward.

  “That’s it, teerak. Come again for me. My God, you’re gorgeous.”

  His lips left her nipple and clamped over her mouth. He took her in a k
iss so passionate that Heidi, in her blind state, felt as though they had become one body. She met his tongue eagerly, searing him with her desire, her raw need.

  He pinched her nipples, the sharp pain morphing to pleasure as his tongue snaked through her mouth. She felt claimed, branded. And oh, so fucking hot.

  He broke the kiss, and his warm skin traveled up the length of her body. A warm hard knob nudged her lips. “Suck me, teerak. Take me into your mouth.”

  When had he unzipped his pants?

  Heidi didn’t care. The hot cock was touching her lips, and she wanted it. She wanted it in her mouth. In her pussy. In her ass. Everywhere at once. She eagerly latched on.

  “Ah, yes. Just like that.” He prodded the back of her throat, forcing her mouth open wide. He pulled out and pushed in again. “Suck my hard cock. Let me fuck your sweet mouth.”

  He grasped her cheeks as he pumped into her lips. His saltiness, his smooth hardness—it was all too good, too heavenly. He was so huge she could hardly contain him. Yet she had never enjoyed a blow job more.

  “Ah, angel.” He pulled out. “I don’t want to come yet.” He lowered his head and kissed her. A deep, drugging kiss.

  She met the forceful demand of his mouth and returned his passion, their panting breaths mingling together. His low growl vibrated into her as his hands left her face and untied the scarves binding her.

  Once free, she entwined her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, tasting him, devouring him. His skin was warm against hers as he stretched out beside her.

  Skin? When had he taken off his clothes?

  She broke the kiss, panting against his cheek. “Phantom?”

  “Hmm?” He kissed her cheek, trailed his lips to her ear, and traced the outer edge with his tongue.

  “Are you…naked?”

  A husky chuckled resonated in her ear. “Is there a problem?”

  “No. But when? I didn’t hear…”

  He tugged on her lobe, making her shiver. “After I blindfolded you. Speaking of which…” He tugged the silk off her eyes.

  She focused on his blazing black irises. He fingered her hair, smoothing several stray strands away from her face.

  “You are so beautiful, teerak. Your hair is the color of the noonday sun, and your eyes are golden bronze. They sparkle like a dark citrine. And your lips…” He smoothed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “So sweet and red, like a candy apple from Coney Island.”

  “Y-You lived in New York?”

  “No. I lived in Ohio. But I visited New York.” He smiled. “So pretty. So sweet.” He moved off her and stood up next to the bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  “You mean where are we going?” He scooped her into his arms, the hardness of his muscles holding her made her pulse race.

  She glanced at his chest. Erotically bare and ripped with muscle. Nipples of syrupy caramel. God…

  “I’m taking you to my bedroom.”

  “But isn’t this—”

  “No, teerak. This is my…playroom. I want to make love to you in my bedroom. In my own bed.”

  “Oh?” Heidi’s heart thumped. This was big. The tone of his voice. The way he held her. Something was happening.

  “My bedroom, angel. Where I sleep.” He carried her out of the pleasure room and opened the other closed door. “This is my space. This is where I’ll love you.”

  “But…why?”

  “I don’t know. I just know I need to fuck you here.” He laid her down on a king-sized bed covered in forest green. The room was dark, but the blind on the window was open halfway, and the light of Patpong shown through in a glittering psychedelic veil.

  Phantom eased the white mask from his face.

  Heidi gasped. He was as gorgeous as she had imagined.

  “Now there is nothing more between us, teerak.” He lowered his mouth to hers, kissed her, and then lifted his lips to whisper, “You are the first woman to lie in this bed with me.”

  He clamped onto her mouth again. They simply kissed, enjoying each other’s mouths. Heidi slid her hands over his golden beautifully sculpted shoulders, down his strong arms, over his back to his firm buttocks. She squeezed, and he groaned.

  Phantom reached out and fumbled in a night stand drawer. “I need to be inside you, teerak. Now.”

  “Yes. Please. Come inside me.”

  He rose for a moment, and the rip of a package zinged in her ears. Within seconds, he was back on top of her. He entered her in one hot stroke.

  Heidi gasped. Though she’d felt him in her mouth, she still wasn’t prepared for his size. But it felt so good. So full, and so fucking good.

  “Okay, teerak?”

  “God, yes. More than okay. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  “Oh, I will, angel. I will.” He pulled out and sank into her again. “You’re so wet. So wet for me.” Thrust. “And so fucking tight.” Thrust. “God, you feel good.”

  “Damn. Harder. Harder!”

  He pumped his cock into her, stretching her, filling her, until she felt the familiar call of climax. She screamed as her walls clenched around his hardness.

  “Come now, teerak,” he commanded. “Now.”

  She imploded in a blinding climax that took her deep within herself. Nothing existed except her and Phantom and their joined bodies. Different, so different from her previous orgasms. This one touched her soul.

  “Damn, I can feel you coming. God damn!” He thrust into her with one final glorious stroke, and then collapsed on her, his sweat-covered chest sticking to her breasts.

  “Stay?” he whispered. “Spend the night with me?”

  Oh, she wanted to. But… “I have a big day tomorrow. And I still don’t know your name.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s Aran. What’s yours?”

  Ah-Rahn. It sounded beautiful. Just like him. She had heard it before somewhere. “I’m Heidi. Heidi Clarke.”

  Aran’s muscles stiffened against her. “Heidi? From Glitter Magazine?

  “Yes, that’s the one. How did you… Oh, my God.” Heidi pushed him away, scrounging for something to wrap around herself. “My first overseas assignment and this is what I do. I’m fired for sure.”

  “Heidi?”

  “You’re Aran Narit, aren’t you? The cover model.”

  “Yes. And you’re Heidi, my interviewer.”

  “Damn.” She stood, angry that she didn’t see anything to cover her naked body, and paced across the floor, looking for a light switch or a lamp. She found one, flicked it on, and took a good look. Yes, it was him all right. “God, I’m so stupid. How could I not have recognized you? I’ve seen your photos. Hell, I helped choose you!”

  He smiled, letting out a husky chuckle. “I’m flattered.”

  “Flattered, are you? I’m sure you are. Well, you bedded the magazine slut. Another notch on your post. God!” She grabbed a shirt that was strewn across a chair in the corner of the room and wrapped it around her nude body. It smelled like him. Damn. “You had that mask on most of the night. And then, when you finally took it off, it was dark. And your hair. It’s different. In the pictures it’s long and wavy.

  “I slicked it back to be the Phantom. After I take a shower it will look as you remember it.” He smiled. “And you are not a slut. You’re beautiful. What we did wasn’t wrong.”

  “Sorry. It was wrong. It was completely unprofessional, and I’m embarrassed. And angry.”

  “At me?”

  “At you. You should have told me who you were. But mostly at myself, for getting into this situation.” She crossed her arms over her chest, mindful that her ass was hanging out beneath the shirt. “I should never have left that hotel room.”

  Aran rose and strode toward her. “There’s nothing to worry about, teerak.”

  “Stop calling me that.” She fumed, though she couldn’t ignore his honey-bronze perfection, his still hard cock. “What the hell does it mean, anyway?”

  “Honey. Darling. It’s
a term of endearment.”

  She ignored the warm fuzzies his explanation aroused and tapped her bare foot on his plush carpet.

  Aran wrapped his arms around her. Much as she struggled, his embrace felt good. It felt right.

  “I’ll give you the interview. You won’t lose your job.”

  “I can’t.” She squirmed, but he held tight. “I have to go. How can I do this interview now? How?”

  Her body responded to him despite herself. His touch was magical. She craved it.

  He kissed the top of her head and leaned down to her ear. “I never brought another woman to my bed, teerak.”

  Moisture gushed between her legs. His voice, his words, his touch. Her senses unraveled. “But you…you…your…playroom.”

  “That’s another matter. I’m not a monk. But my bedroom. My sanctuary. I saved it for when it felt right. And it felt right with you.”

  It felt right. Exactly the words that had echoed through her own mind only moments before. She sank into him then, melding her body to his as he took her mouth in a searing kiss. They were both panting when she broke away.

  “I can’t… I can’t be with someone who…that is…” She sighed. “We need to have a professional relationship. This is business. We need to… We need to forget this night ever happened, Aran.”

  “Forget?” The breath of his words feathered against her skin. “I’ll never forget you, Heidi. I’ll give you the interview, but if you’re asking me to choose between a business relationship with you and a relationship of pleasure, I’m sorry. Business loses. Get someone else to do the interview.”

  “I can’t. I’m here. Now. I have to do it.” She edged away from him, but he held her tight. “It was just a night, Aran. We don’t have a…relationship of any kind. It was fun, but—”

  “Fun? That’s all this was to you?” Aran stepped away, and his dark gaze pierced Heidi. “I took you to my bed, where I’ve never taken another woman, and it was just fun for you?”

  His beautiful eyes glazed over. She had hurt him. Worse, she had hurt him with a lie. It had been more than fun for her. Much more.

  She sighed and touched his smooth cheek. “I’m sorry. It was more for me. You know it was. I-I don’t do things like this. I’m not usually so free with someone I just met. And the bondage—I know you were holding back for me. I know there’s more you wanted to do.” She paced across the room and then turned to look at him. “Let’s do the interview, okay? But if you want anything else, well…I’ll just lay my cards on the table, Aran. I need exclusivity in a relationship. You own a BDSM club. You do…God knows what with God knows who.”