Free The Salvation of Daniel (The Blue Butterfly Book 2) by D H Sidebottom Page A

air from around me. My body no longer felt the slice of pain, only the eruption of vigour. My mind gave me no thoughts, only a serene void.
    I was no longer a person.
    I was a Phantom.

I TWISTED HER hair in my fists, thrusting my dick further into her mouth. She lifted her eyes to me, adoration and the need to please in her gaze threatening to choke me. She never failed to amaze me, her mouth always open to accommodate my length, her legs sliding apart so easily when the need to fuck overtook me. In a way I had missed Demi, the easiness to her, the simplicity she offered to the sexual side of me was uncomplicated, well it was for me. She’d always had a ‘soft spot’ for me, always saw me as hers and although part of that was true, she never quite did it for me. The pleasure she brought from me wasn’t rapturous, nor was it earth shattering but it was a release, and an easy outlet.
    Her suction intensified when she felt me swell on her tongue. Her fingers clawed at my balls, her nails stroking the tight skin underneath me. Everything tightened until my cum shot forth, filling her hot little mouth, the excess of it dribbling down the edge of her mouth and dripping over her generous cleavage.
    I sighed and pulled out of her mouth, tucking my cock away. I had never managed to find that shot of exquisite heat like I had with Mae. Every partner I’d had since her, and even before her, had brought me off but never with the bliss that had come with filling Mae, stretching her tight little cunt – making her bleed.
    “Better?” Father asked as Demi smiled up at me. I nodded in reply but kept my gaze on Demi.
    “I missed you, Master.” Her whispered devotion caused me to smile. She really was quite stupid.
    “And you, Demi.”
    She grinned, showing me the perfection of her whitened teeth, the precision to her faults. Raising to her feet, she tipped her head then left the room.
    I could feel his smirk on me and I turned to look at him. He quirked an eyebrow and shook his head slowly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
    I nodded. I was more than one hundred percent fucking sure. “Absolutely. It’s time now.”
    He sighed and shrugged. “Your choice, Daniel but completely understandable. We all like new pussy to break and even I admit that your old whore is just that, an old whore.”
    I chuckled and received the tumbler of whisky from him with a nod of thanks.
    “Talking of fresh pussy,” he continued as he settled in the chair opposite me, his eyes gleeful and secured on me. “Your gift is being received rather optimistically in the circle already.”
    “I thought she might. But I must admit I’m rather surprised that you intend to auction. I thought you’d have preferred a more… personal enactment of punishment.”
    He sighed and pursed his lips, pausing to take another sip of liquor. “To be frank, Daniel, I owe her to Franco.”
    My eyes snapped in his direction but I composed myself, taking a gulp of the luxury contained in my glass, making myself savour the smooth burn of my throat and drawing my shock inside. He didn’t seem to notice my reaction and carried on.
    “I’m somewhat… aggrieved and reasonably saddened by his decision to educate but after the Mae fiasco, what can one do?”
    “And how is Franco?”
    “He’s very well. Business is back to near full strength. The previous troubles , I will admit, caused quite a bit of unease for our clients, yet they’ve learnt to trust me and Franco has managed to sweeten a few palms so to speak.” He chuckled and eyed me proudly. “And he’s very eager to meet our new guest. He was extremely happy with your reappearance, especially after the souvenir you brought with you from your travels.”
    “Mmm.”
    “I must ask though, however did you find her?”
    Licking my lips I eyed him with a shrewd smile, chuckling to refine my lie. “She was quite easy prey actually. I’d had an inkling that she had, how do we say? Pulled the wool over her