by Robin Gideon
The man’s eyes got wide as saucers, and though he wanted to come back with a snappy response, he remained silent, unable to think of a single word to say.
As she approached Garrett, Pamela detected pain in his eyes. She knew then he had heard about her embarrassment. People standing near him, no doubt relating every hideous detail of her ordeal, moved away quickly.
At that moment, Pamela hated everyone in the ballroom, everyone at the dance. Everyone but Garrett, the high society lawyer whose life path was already predetermined for him, planned in such minute detail that it could never be altered sufficiently to allow Pamela Bragg to join him on it.
“Pamela, I just heard and—”
She raised her hands, placing the pads of her fingers lightly upon his lips to silence him. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled as best she could, summoning the courage and strength to hide the pain she now felt. She was determined to press forward with allowing her desires to blossom. The wine would be her ally against the inhibitions that had previously held her back.
“Garrett, my Garrett,” she whispered, stifling a hiccup. She slipped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so that she could whisper into his ear. “I know you’re the Midnight Phantom. I knew the moment you kissed me, my darling. And unless we leave this minute, you and I are going to be making love in the middle of this ballroom, though quite frankly I’d rather not have an audience.”
She turned and began walking, not sure where she was going in the huge mansion, only knowing that every second she spent without Garrett’s arms around her was wasted.
Pamela smiled. She’d heard that champagne was an aphrodisiac, and now she knew it was true.
Chapter Fourteen
Garrett was a jumble of chaotic emotions. Pamela knew? From the first moment he’d kissed her?
Not only had he been unsuccessful in hiding his identity as the Midnight Phantom from Pamela, but the attack by Angie Darwell added to his chaotic mental state. How was Pamela taking the accursed dance?
He followed her as she hurried through the crowd of people, her blue-green skirts rustling, her strides long and powerful. As Garrett increased his speed to catch up to her, she increased hers accordingly, and when she looked over her shoulder at him, there was a smile on her face, a brilliant green light shining in her eyes, and a glow to her that was at once exciting and mystifying.
What did Angie say to put Pamela in such a good mood? Garrett wondered as he picked up speed once again trying to catch her. Any faster and he’d be proceeding at an absolutely undignified jog, and though he already had much to explain, he didn’t want to have to add tackling her to stop her.
Maybe she wasn’t really in a good mood. Maybe it was feigned for his benefit, a brave facade put forward for him.
She had said she wanted to make love. Though Garrett was reluctant to take advantage of a painful situation, the opportunity to make love to the beautiful Pamela was something he simply couldn’t resist
He reached out, his fingertips almost touching the puffed shoulder of her gown. Pamela looked at him once again over her shoulder, and a giggle of delight escaped her moist, lightly rouged, utterly kissable lips. She raised her skirts just a little, striding even faster than before, almost running now.
“Damn it, Pamela, wait,” Garrett said, much more loudly than he’d wanted to.
The expressions on the guests he passed had ranged from sympathetic to confused. The dance was buzzing with the news of what Angie had done and said to Pamela. But only Garrett realized that Angie’s cruelty had been the motivating force behind Pamela’s decision to flaunt convention and seduce the Midnight Phantom as quickly as possible.
An inebriated Andy Fields was standing in the foyer, near the base of the long, winding stairway leading up to the second floor. When he saw Garrett approaching so quickly, he grabbed his arm and held on tight. Garrett’s strength nearly toppled Fields over.
“What’s the rush, old boy?” Fields asked, weaving just a little, rather pleased with himself that he’d managed to stop Garrett. The two men were political rivals.
Garrett knocked Fields’s hand away, furious with the damn fool. Pamela was already ascending the stairs, providing a flash of white stocking and calf beneath the skirt she raised to make it easier for her to take the stairs quickly.
“There’s no need to be testy,” Fields continued, oblivious to all that was happening around him. “I just wanted to have a word with you.”
With every step, Pamela felt as though she had been freed from a gigantic spider web. Once ensnared, she’d tried to fit into that web, and the more she struggled to fit, the more entangled she’d become. She had tried to fit into Garrett’s world and had been insulted for her efforts. By not trying, by no longer caring what anyone thought of her behavior except herself and Garrett, she had at last freed herself to be the woman she truly was.
Pamela had just reached the top of the stairs when Garrett finally pushed Andy Fields aside. She smiled down at him as another laugh worked its way through her. Then she rushed down the hallway, having no idea of where she was going, her body at a fever pitch of excitement.
From behind, Garrett called out to her, demanding that she stop immediately.
“Try and catch me!” she challenged, not caring at all who might hear what she had to say.
She reached the end of the hall and followed it left. A man and woman stood in the dimly lit corridor, their lips pressed tightly together in a passionate kiss. They stopped and looked at her.
“Don’t stop for me,” Pamela said to them as she whisked past with a rustle of satin.
The echoing of bootheels hitting the floor told Pamela that Garrett had decided to put an end to the chase. She could hear him running.
If she did not decide now which room to choose, she would be making love to the impatient Garrett there in the hallway!
She turned a doorknob and stepped into a dark room, illuminated only by moonlight streaming through a narrow window on the far side. It was not, as she had hoped, a bedroom. Rather, it was a linen closet of some sort, with towels and sheets stacked up high on the shelves along the walls.
She hadn’t been in the small room five seconds before the door burst open and Garrett stepped in. He kicked the door shut as he reached for her. Pamela offered no resistance when he pulled her into his arms, crushing her body against his own, kissing her fiercely, passionately.
“I want you, Phantom,” she whispered, her head reeling with excitement. She was painfully aware of her own inexperience in such matters, and she could only hope that he would know what to do. “I want you now. Right now. Right here.”
She was turned then forced backward. A moment later she hit the hard surface of the door by which she’d just entered. Garrett held her face in his hands, keeping her head at the most advantageous angle for his kisses. His tongue pressed between her lips, deeply entering her mouth, and Pamela welcomed the intimacy of it.
“Garrett, Phantom,” she whispered, pushing her hands inside his jacket to feel the solid, sinewy muscles beneath the smooth silkiness of his white shirt.
“This is madness,” he replied, his own passion blazing out of control.
He’d spent virtually all his adult life doing everything he possibly could to maintain an appearance of decorum, even while endlessly pursuing women. In the back of his mind, he was aware that, at that very moment downstairs, tongues were wagging, telling version after distorted version of how he had chased after Pamela. No one, with the exception of the man and woman in the hallway now completely lost in a kiss, had seen him enter the closet.
He pressed Pamela harder against the door then darted his tongue between her lips, playing it against hers. He was aware of her fingers against his chest, pressing against his pectorals and ribs. He’d been touched a hundred times before, but no hands pleased him quite so much as these.
“I need you, Garrett,” she whispered hotly.
The passion in her voice fired Garret
t’s blood. He filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing them hard, enjoying their fullness while Pamela writhed in bliss. He wanted to free her breasts, to feel their silky luxuriance without the encumbrance of the gown’s bodice, but there were far too many buttons, and his blood was much too hot to allow for such patience.
Pamela shivered, arching her back to thrust her breasts even more firmly into Garrett’s hands. When he released her, she sighed loudly, about to complain. Words were impossible because Garrett’s mouth was over hers once again, taking away her breath, kissing away any complaint she even considered. And when she felt her skirts being raised high, her sigh of anticipation sounded much more worldly than Pamela truly was.
His lips were wet and warm against her throat as his hands brushed aside layers of satin and cotton. Pamela wrapped her arms around Garrett’s neck, holding onto him for support yet not wanting to impede him. She leaned back against the door, her shoulders pressed hard against the solid surface, her feet moving forward and spreading just a little farther apart. When Garrett’s hand came up, brushing against her silk-sheathed inner thigh, moving over the stocking top until the length of his strong fingers were pressed against her pussy, the pressure was firm and exhilarating even through the overwashed cotton barrier of her drawers.
The startled cry of ecstasy that was ripped from Pamela’s throat was one of uninhibited passion. She tossed her head back as the pressing fingers found the bud of her desire, tantalizing that small, excitable clit with consummate skill. In an oddly disconnected way, she thought about her drawers and how incongruous they were with the rest of her ensemble. Gretchen had remembered to bring all new clothes for her, with the exception of drawers. Would Garrett be disappointed in them since they were not made of fine-quality silk but were old and slightly frayed from having been washed so many times?
Why think of that now? It couldn’t possibly matter to him, she told herself. But it mattered to Pamela, and she promised herself that one day she would have beautiful lingerie, which she would wear specifically for Garrett’s pleasure.
“This is insane.” His whispered words came out muffled, his face buried in Pamela’s cleavage.
His hands were beneath her skirt, his fingers trembling with need as he sought the drawstring of her drawers. When he found it at last, he loosened the knot, and dropped to his knees before her. His fingers curling into the waistband to pull the drawers down her thighs and legs.
Pamela was as frantic as Garrett, perhaps more so. With his help, she pulled one slippered foot out of her cotton drawers. The ache within her was overpowering, its intensity frightening. Her hands were still on Garrett’s shoulders, her fingers clutching at the collar of his jacket. She expected him to stand, though she still was unsure of exactly what he intended to do. She knew only that she wanted him inside her, that she wanted to feel his great strength, his power, his passion for life and for her.
“You’ll be the death of me, but I must have you,” she heard Garrett say. He sounded helpless against the power of his desire for her, and the knowledge of her influence over this pragmatic man excited Pamela even more.
When she looked down in the darkness of the closet, she saw Garrett’s face in shadows, caught the brilliant, wet gleam of his dark eyes. There was a quality to him now, a look kept hidden as a lawyer. The Midnight Phantom knelt before her, a man who knew exactly what he wanted and who was willing to break any rule to get it. In that instant Pamela realized the duality of Garrett’s personality, and though it was a bit frightening that one man could have two sides so distinctly different, it was also wildly stimulating that such a man hungered for her.
She felt his hands at her ass, squeezing firmly, and she sighed, closing her eyes, not knowing what was to happen next but secure in his experience in such matters.
When he kissed her pussy, his tongue flicking out to touch her intimately, Pamela cried out in shock. She tried to move away, fearful of the intensity of the feelings that were so new, so unexpected, but Garrett held her firmly, his large, strong hands overpowering her resistance.
Her warbling cry of ecstasy surprised Pamela. She couldn’t help but respond to his efforts. When strong hands roughly restrained her wrists, only then did she realize that she had grabbed Garrett by the hair.
She looked down at Garrett, not knowing whether to apologize for her uninhibited behavior or not. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips in an effort to moisten them, but her rapid, ragged breathing had made even her tongue completely dry.
Once Garrett had freed his hair from Pamela’s clenched fingers, he slipped his hand behind her right leg and raised her knee. Pamela allowed him to move her however he liked and did not resist when he positioned her leg so that the back of her thigh rested against his broad shoulder. His hands, strong and decisive, ran over her legs and thighs, adding fuel to the rapidly escalating fire of her passion.
He kissed her pussy again, only this time the sensation did not shock Pamela. She was prepared for it, and knowing what was going to happen and what she would feel heightened her pleasure.
“Ohhh.” She sighed, tossing her head back until her skull thumped against the door, any discomfort inconsequential in comparison to the pleasure sizzling through her.
Balancing precariously on one foot, Pamela was only faintly aware of anything other than herself and her body. She heard a sound, a voice, and after a moment she realized that it was her own and she was chanting softly a breathy, lusty, whispered litany. “Oh, Garrett…Oh, Garrett…”
This was a new kind of pleasuring, and Garrett was masterful at it. He licked along the length of one labia, circled her partially hidden clit with the tip of his tongue several times then licked down the opposite labia. He teased, coming close to sucking and licking her clit, and then he delivered. He was constantly heightening her anticipation, elevating her passion. His tongue was a serpent that could strip her of all inhibitions.
Pamela had no concept of how much time had passed. She felt a single finger slipped between the lips of her pussy, and as pleasurable as the sensation was, its impact was heightened a hundredfold when Garrett sucked her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue against it.
The tightening began quickly, a clenching within herself as ecstasy built upon pleasure.
Each passing second caused the internal tension to increase. Pamela’s mouth opened a little wider, and her breathing stopped altogether as she waited for the powerful, wrenching series of contractions that came upon reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy.
And then, just when she was certain that reaching the summit was inevitable, just a second or two away, Garrett moved away from her, pushing her leg off his shoulder. He rose to his feet ominously.
“What? Why?” Pamela stammered, reaching out to take the lapels of his jacket into her hands, clutching onto him, frantic to have him continue.
Garrett’s eyes had never been more brilliant, nor had his astonishing passion ever been more focused. Without giving her any explanation, he put a hand to Pamela’s shoulder and once again pushed her so her back was against the door. The fear that what they had started would end here and now, without that release of the passionate climax she was so near, vanished when she looked into his eyes.
Garrett leaned into her, kissing her mouth as his hands once more raised her skirt. Only then did she feel the velvety heat of Garrett’s throbbing cock touching her, sliding against her thigh, brushing against her just above the top of her stocking.
“Yes, Garrett,” Pamela whispered, twisting her arm around his neck to hold tightly onto him, raising her knee to bring her right foot around behind him.
She had been so close to climaxing, and as Garrett kissed her, his tongue dancing with her own, she realized that he had known exactly what he was doing all along, had known she had been at the edge of that sweet chasm she wanted to leap into.
“Be still,” Garrett whispered, his lips warm and wet against Pamela’s throat, his hands cupping her bottom, squeezing tightly.
Only then did she realize she had been unconsciously moving her hips from side to side. The moment she stopped and balanced on one foot, Garrett’s strong hands at her buns to support her, she felt the heat of his cockhead touching her moist entrance.
In one breathtaking lunge, he buried his cock in her, filling her with his desire. A cry of ecstasy was forced from her as his flesh became fully engulfed within her tight sheath. The sensation of having Garrett’s cock within her was all she needed to reach the peak of pleasure. She began to climax.
“Yesss!” he hissed, Pamela’s cry ringing in his ears as he began his own relentless drive toward fulfillment.
She shivered, holding tightly onto him, feeling oddly powerless and mighty at the same time. The climax she’d experienced had been stronger than she’d expected, so gripping that it was nearly painful when the contractions shuddered through her. And now, though her own passion had been satisfied, Garrett was still pummeling her, driving into her with steadily increasing fury. Her hips repeatedly struck the smooth, hard surface of the door as she was forced backward by his jolting thrusts. His hands held her bottom tightly, making it impossible for her to move away from the onslaught of his desire. She felt his chest, heaving with the mighty exertion of his lovemaking, against her tingling breasts, his pounding heart beating so close to her own, in unity with hers.
“Garrett! Garrett!” Pamela whispered, her cheek against his, her lips near his ear. “Come for me.”
She stroked his silky hair, its softness in direct contrast to the lean, charging hips that propelled his cock deep within her, reawakening her passion to soar with his.
She wanted his excitement to reach hers, wanted him to scale the heights he’d taken her to. Bringing her hand down, she cupped his taut bottom, feeling his muscles flexing as he drove himself harder and faster into her. And then, when she was certain that she could take no more, Garrett withdrew completely then thrust his erection between her thighs. A low, passionate groan of ecstasy rumbled through him as he climaxed, his flexing phallus releasing seed against the inside of Pamela’s new petticoat.