Table of Contents
Title Page
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Biography
The Phantom
Jocelyn Leveret
Breathless Press
Calgary, Alberta
www.breathlesspress.com
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The Phantom
Copyright © 2014 Jocelyn Leveret
ISBN: 978-1-77101-216-4
Cover Artist: Victoria Miller
Editor: Amanda Siemen
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations
embodied in reviews.
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Dedication
To a certain “Fanged Angel;” thank you for being my first real fan.
Prologue
Thirteen years ago...
Something watched her. Even in her sleep, the girl could feel it. Slowly, her eyes opened and adjusted to the dark.
No one was there. So where did that chuckle come from?
Her hand shot out for the bedside table, but the lamp seemed to have disappeared. All she felt were her glasses. Quickly, the girl put them on and pushed the frames back up her nose when they began to slip. “Who’s there?” she called. “If this is a joke, it isn’t funny.”
Maybe it was just the breeze from the open window, or maybe, just maybe, someone moved somewhere in the dark.
At nineteen, the girl had still never been kissed. That all changed when warm, ghostly lips pressed against her own. She had certainly never had a hand on her breast or another slip beneath her simple baby blue nightgown and onto her thigh. It was enough to raise excited goose bumps over her skin.
“Wh-who are you?” she asked again, her voice little more than a whisper.
This time, the chuckle made her shiver. “I am The Phantom of course, and I’ve come for you, my dear.”
Her breath shuddered when the man in the dark traced circles around her nipple through the cloth of her gown. The hand on her leg moved higher and higher until the cotton of her panties was all that separated him from her secret folds. Her pussy swelled and moistened at the knowledge that someone else was finally about to touch her there.
There were a hundred more kisses and love bites to her lower lip before the voice spoke again. “Take off your clothes.”
“I-I’m a virgin,” she told him.
“I know,” The Phantom said. “Why do you think I’m here?”
The girl in glasses nervously obeyed his command. She sat up and pulled her nightgown over her head.
The second her panties hit the floor, hands grabbed her ankles and roughly pulled until she lay on her back. When the man in the dark crawled over her, the bed sank. It took her by surprise when strong hands squeezed her naked breasts until it hurt, only to have a tongue flick over her nipples and take that hurt away. Pleasure, pain... Pleasure, pain... The tongue turned into kissing lips that made her back arch. Those kisses turned to biting teeth that made her body shrink back and it was impossible to know which stole her breath more.
One hand let go to skim up her legs, past her knees... Suddenly, her thighs were forced apart. It was enough to make her gasp. “Ah!”
The lips on her chest vanished only to reappear on her most private parts. He was like a man starved. The Phantom bit one swollen fold and she squealed. Every single drop of her wet excitement was licked away. His tongue even began to push into her virgin slit to drink her arousal before it had a chance to drip from her body.
She couldn’t even find the breath to pant. When he finally stopped, it was a mercy.
The girl was allowed a single gasp for air, and then his lips were on hers again. A taste of fresh blueberries filled her mouth when his tongue found hers and the familiar flavor of her own body made the woman groan under his kiss. Her own fingers had always tasted like the fruit after she came, but it was nothing compared to her flavor on a lover’s tongue.
Something warm and hard touched between her legs. Her pussy fluttered when that same something pushed into her body until her virgin barrier stopped him. Then, with a single hard thrust, a stab of pain and a scream, the girl became a woman.
Her body was given no time to get used to the new sensation of the intruder. It was simply forced to accept and experience the strange new pleasure.
He rode her slow at first. Every in and out made the woman tremble, and biting her lower lips was enough to contain her little noises. Then, he began to move faster... harder... The Phantom began to move so hard and fast that the glasses on her nose bounced in the same rhythm of her breasts.
And it didn’t stop until that strange new pleasure turned into an explosion of stars behind her eyes.
“Oh God!” she screamed.
The girl never even felt him pull out of her body. She had to fight to catch her breath when he finally stopped. Eventually, she reached out with a trembling hand and felt a face.
“P-promise me I’ll see you again?” she asked her lover when she could form words again.
There was that beautiful chuckle. “I promise.”
Chapter One
Present day
I know I went to bed in a shirt and panties, but somehow, I woke up naked. Hundreds of candles lit the bedroom and rose petals of every color covered the bed. There were so many of both, it was hard to tell which sweetly scented the room.
Nervously, I crossed one arm over my breasts and covered my lower dark curls with my hand. Someone had prepared me and my bedroom for a seduction, but who?
“Why do you cover yourself? You’re much too beautiful to hide any part of your body. You shouldn’t even sleep in clothes.” Some deep ghostly voice asked from somewhere beyond the candlelight.
“Who’s there?”
At first, it looked like the darkness itself moved. “It’s me, The Phantom of course.” Then, the silhouette of a man appeared. “Please, let me look.”
Maybe it was the way he so gentlemanly requested, or maybe it was simply magic. All I know is that I did as he asked. My entire body blushed when I felt his eyes roam over me from wavy dark hair down to the nipples that hardened under his gaze, down my stomach...
“Open your legs,” he told me when his gaze traveled even lower.
I didn’t even realize I had closed them. Shyly, I obeyed and let him see the brunette curls I had trimmed that very night.
“Lovely. May I touch?”
“Y-yes.”
The word had come out so softly, it’s amazing he even heard it. The Phantom moved closer and slipped his hand between my thighs. Fingers pushed beneath me to feel the private flesh there. The touch sparked my arousal and I began to moisten against his hand.
I leaned back on my elbows to allow this ghost better access. He began to rub my lower folds in circles until slowly, my hips be
gan to match his motion and I ground against his palm. “Unh...” I groaned as my head fell back.
“Sasha...”
“May I kiss you?” he asked.
“Please,” I breathlessly answered.
The Phantom didn’t kiss my mouth, or even the private parts he fondled. Instead, his lips fastened to my right nipple. There was no sucking or even a single flick of his tongue. It was only the kiss he asked permission for.
I reached out to him. “Make love to me,” I begged.
“Well, I certainly never turn down a lady in need.”
The candlelight flickered when The Phantom climbed on top of me. I was the one to reach between us and find his cock. It was me that guided him to the entrance to my body. Then, I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him closer.
“Sasha...”
“Ah!” I gasped when he slid into my pussy. Oh, he fit me so perfectly! If I didn’t need to feel him thrust so badly, I swear I would have been content just to lie there and feel filled. I never wanted to let him go.
In and out, in and out... He was so gentle with me. Every slow push felt as good as the first. Through it all, we never stopped kissing. No man had ever allowed me to learn that a woman could come from such tender motions. I was getting closer every time he slid into me. My hands clawed into the shadow’s shoulders, and then...
“Sasha!”
My eyes popped open. I wasn’t in some elaborate seduction scene, and I certainly wasn’t being made love to by a shadow.
“Are you okay?” Geoff asked. “You were moaning in your sleep again.”
“I’m fine,” I said as I brushed the sleep from my eyes. “Just a dream.”
Geoff groaned with disgust. “Ugh. Him again?”
“Yeah.”
The mattress shifted, and I knew he had turned to face the other wall. I could hear the annoyance in his voice. “You know The Phantom isn’t fucking real. I keep telling you that. There is no great man out there that appears in the night seducing random women and giving them the best sex of their life. It’s all bullshit.”
I sighed and got out of bed. My boyfriend was already snoring again. I watched the rise and fall of his naturally tan chest for a few seconds. It was hard to believe he had been so fit in college, but he lost those bulging muscles years ago. There was still a hint of course, but the abs had turned into a slight beer belly. Age was beginning to steal his hair too. Geoff had always kept it short, but more and more scalp was beginning to show between his spikes. His youthful beauty was fading, but I still loved him. We had been together far too long for me not to. Still, there were definitely those moments I wish he would be more caring, or at least not make fun of the things I literally dreamed about.
Sighing, I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of grape juice.
Geoff didn’t get it. He wasn’t a woman. The Phantom was real! I knew it ever since my sorority sister Dana told me the story after a particularly nasty break up. “Don’t worry,” she had said. “Maybe The Phantom will come for you, and you’ll forget all about that jerk.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked her.
We had sat there in the bedroom we shared and she told me all about him. No one knew if he was a real man or just a ghost. Some women didn’t believe in him at all. The Phantom came to women in the dark of night. He was the perfect lover, gave them all the orgasms they had been denied by their husbands or boyfriends. He even fulfilled fantasies they never knew they had.
That was fifteen years ago. Now I was thirty-five and still telling myself the same thing every single night. Maybe The Phantom will come for me, and give me the pleasure my body so desperately craves.
“Ohh...” I sleepily groaned and let my head fall to the table top. If only I could prove he was real! I could show the women of the world that there was sexual hope out there!
It just didn’t seem fair. More people believed in Bigfoot and UFOs than my dream lover. At least my urban legend was real, even if no one did TV investigations or books about him.
Then, I had an idea. What if I could do an article? The women’s magazine I wrote for was one of the best selling in the country. If I could get the story in an issue, his legend would finally be out there for every woman to know!
Chapter Two
Marion Cleary was very easily the most elegant woman I had ever met in my life. She may have worn skirt suits to work, but she could wear jeans and a t-shirt to a black tie ball, and still make every woman in an expensive evening gown glare with envy. My boss may have been trying to pull off workplace casual with her golden brown hair held in a bun with just a pen, but all it really did was make her more alluring. She was the very embodiment of the sexy librarian that releases her hair and shakes it out just as she gets ready for bed.
I almost held my breath as I waited for her answer. The woman just sat there with her hands in front of her mouth, pointer fingers raised and pressed together against the tip of her nose. I tried to read her eyes, see if there might be a clue to what she was thinking, but it was impossible. They just stared at the carpet as she swiveled back and forth in her plush black leather executive chair.
Finally, she leaned forward, elbows on the glass top of her desk. “Let me get this straight. You’re saying you want to write a ghost story for Belle?”
I should have known this wouldn’t be easy. For all the six years I had worked there, every article I had done had been assigned. I had seen almost every one of my colleagues enter this woman’s office to pitch an idea, and fail.
But this might be my only chance. I absolutely had to convince her! ‘’I don’t think it’s exactly a ghost story. It would be more of an investigative piece on something like an urban legend.”
Marion raised one of her perfectly groomed eyebrows. “And just how is that appropriate for my women’s magazine?”
“Because it’s a legend just for women,” I told her. “I believe the readers who have heard the story would be interested to hear about women who have had actual encounters with The Phantom. It would give both believers and non-believers things to debate. Plus, it’s not exactly a well-known story. There are probably thousands of women who haven’t heard about him at all.”
“I certainly haven’t,” she said.
Did that mean I was making progress or that she was still skeptical? Either way, I had to keep pushing. “That’s my point! Doesn’t it intrigue you that there might be someone or even something out there that could sneak into your bedroom one night and fulfill your fantasies?”
“Mmm...” Her little noise gave nothing away. “And just how would you get these stories from women? I assume you wouldn’t just make them up yourself.”
“Absolutely not,” I replied. “I thought I could post some kind of ad on the internet looking for women who have had experiences and are willing to talk about it.”
“On the magazine’s site?”
“It doesn’t have to be there. I’m sure I can find somewhere else to post if you prefer.”
My boss leaned back and crossed her legs. When she did, her red suit skirt raised just enough to show off the rose pattern of one black stocking top. “You’re very passionate about this, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am, very; ever since I first heard The Phantom story myself, he has been almost an obsession.”
She did the finger thing and began to swivel again. What else did I have to say to make this happen?
“I’ll pay for the women’s stories myself. The article and research won’t cost Belle magazine anything but my time.”
Both of Marion’s eyebrows lifted. That was a good sign, wasn’t it?
My heart raced when her gaze stayed on the carpet.
Finally, the chair stopped its back and forth. I held my breath.
“Okay, you can do it.”
“Thank you! I won’t disappoint you, I promise!” I jumped up so fast to shake her hand that the chair I sat in fell backward. If it had been appropriate, I would have hugged the w
oman for making a dream come true!
***
I swear the sun had never been brighter. Even the angry honking of all the drivers stuck in the traffic jam just ten feet away from our outdoor table sounded like music.
“So, spill,” Beth said as we waited for the waitress to return with our grilled chicken salads. “What are you so happy about? New guy?”
I shot her an annoyed look. “No, I’m still with Geoff.”
I could tell she had to fight not to roll her eyes. Beth hadn’t liked Geoff from the second they met. I think her exact words were, “It’s men like him that help women realize they’re lesbians.”
“Well, what then?” she asked.
“Marion approved my Phantom article!”
“Oh, honey, that’s great!” Beth jumped out of her seat and reached across the wrought iron table to hug me. Unfortunately with her tiny size, that meant she pretty much had to lie across the thing. “So that’s why you were practically bouncing when you came out of Marion’s office!”
“I was not!”
“Please,” she teased. “I’m the woman’s secretary. My desk is right across from her office. I get to watch people go in and out all day, see them come out upset when she tells them no about something. I think I would notice when my best friend would have actually skipped away if she wasn’t wearing high heels.”
I had to laugh. That was Beth all over. She had such a way with words. Sometimes I wonder how it wasn’t her that became the writer. “Okay, so I was a little excited.”
Beth pushed her black framed glasses back up her nose. Why she favored those over contacts I will never know. They seemed to slip every five minutes. She was so pretty, but it was hidden behind those things. They made her look more like the shy student that clutched books to her chest than a thirty-two year old woman. “Just a little,” she giggled.
“You’re a woman,” I said. “I don’t know why you don’t believe in him.
She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her tea. “It’s just too crazy for me. The perfect lover that comes to women in the night? Yeah, okay. God knows I’ve certainly dreamed of such a thing. But then he disappears by morning? Never to be seen again?”
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