Free Phantom Desires by Bianca D'Arc

no way of understanding exactly how she knew it, that the image was not memory, but pure fantasy. So he wanted to play games, did he?
    The thought of it was appealing. She’d never done such a thing with any of her other lovers, but they’d been men utterly lacking in imagination. Dmitri, it seemed, had imagination to spare and she didn’t mind it one bit. She’d play along.
    “My lord, someone might hear if you keep spanking me.”
    “Let them hear.” He smacked her again, and she could see the wide grin on his face in their reflection. “If I want to fuck you with half the staff in here, you’ll let them hear and let them watch. They might learn something. Now be quiet and move with me, girl.”
    “Yes, my lord.” She did as he said, both of them rising to the occasion, spurred on by the naughty fantasy he communicated into her mind.
    “You’d like them to watch, my lord?”
    “Aye.” He sounded so authentic when his accent slipped into old patterns of speech, and she realized with a start it was because he was the real deal. He’d lived in those times. He’d spoken that way.
    And now he was hers.
    His fantasy shifted as his thought patterns merged with hers. They were no longer lord and scullery maid. They were Dmitri and Carly, two modern day people with very different lives who were joined now for eternity. They both had much to learn about each other and she got the sense from his thoughts that he would enjoy it as much as she would.
    “Do you like to be watched, Carly?” He dropped down over her back to whisper in her ear, his gaze holding hers in the reflective surface of the window.
    “I—I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”
    “The weres do it all the time. They fuck like bunnies out where anyone can see them. Usually with most of the pack looking on, critiquing the young ones, the older ones showing off for their audience. Maybe we should join them one night, out in the woods. Would you like that?”
    “I don’t know, Dmitri.” But the idea of it made her hot. He pounded more fiercely within her, driving them both higher as their crisis neared.
    “We’ll save that for another time then.”
    He drew back, standing behind her, his big hands roaming over her backside. One delved down between her legs in front to toy with her clit while the other zeroed in on the crevice between her spread cheeks. His fingers were still slippery from when he’d had them up her pussy, and one slid easily within the tight rosette that had never been invaded by a man.
    She gasped in shock…and rising excitement.
    “Never done that before either?” He must have picked the thought from her mind. Lord knew she was beyond speech at this point. She was so close! A second finger joined that first one, thrusting shallowly into her ass, making her squirm and want to scream. “We’ll have to explore that, Carly. Soon. I can make it so good…” He trailed off as his breathing hitched into high gear. He thrust into her in short, hard digs, his fingers driving her wild.
    And then she exploded. She felt him following her in both mind and body. His climax reflected her own, added to it and multiplied it, reflecting back to him and doing the same until they were in a spiral of bliss, an upward climbing pyramid of pleasure. She wanted it never to end, but as all good things, eventually they reached the pinnacle and began the languorous slide back to themselves, far below. But they were together. As it should be. Now and forevermore.
    She understood in that moment, they were truly One.

Chapter Eight
    They were drowsing in bed after a protracted bout of lovemaking when Carly’s phone rang. They’d finally made it to her bedroom after a stop in the shower, where he took her up against the wall. By the time he was done with her, she was nearly asleep on her feet, purring with satisfaction.
    Dmitri smiled at the memory.
    He sat up, leaning back against the headboard to look at the bedside clock. It was about