In the middle of the night

Chapter 6

"Be a good girl and spread your legs for me." It was a command, one that she was more than happy to obey.

She parted her legs for him as one of his hands went back on her neck, back to choking her. His other hand slid down inside her shorts. Finally.

"Already so wet for me," he said with a light chuckle as his fingers slid through her folds, not pressing inside of her yet. Her dripping cunt was physical evidence of how much she needed that man. It was such a contradiction. Hands that could be so cruel, hands that could kill – and still, they were making her feel like she was in heaven.

His hand slid deeper, pushing two fingers inside her. Curled up a little, sliding against that one spot inside her every time he thrust them inside. He could hear how close she was already, loved the needy noises that escaped her mouth. Every time she got too close for his liking, he stopped. It was torture, but she never wanted it to end.

Her hands were behind her back, resting on his lap. She could feel how hard he was, her fingers grazing over his bulge, as far as the constraint of the belt around her wrists allowed it.

It wasn't just torture for her, it was torture for him too.

His fingers pressed deeper into her, his thumb tracing circles over her clit as his other hand squeezed her throat so hard that she was on the verge of passing out. Moans left her mouth as she reached her climax, her walls clenching around his fingers. He waited for her climax to pass before he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, putting them on her wet lips. Letting his fingers slide into her mouth, letting her tongue lick her own juices off of him.

"Fuck," he muttered, the sound of his arousal like music to her ears.

The belt was still wrapped tight around her wrists; as if Ghost knew that he couldn't allow her to move, or else she'd jump onto him and never let him go again.

Her tongue was still caressing his fingers, her own fingers wandering over the bulge in his pants. Each time she sucked on his fingers, she could feel his cock throb. He wanted to feel more of her mouth, more of her lips; wanted to feel her tongue on him – but at the same time, he wanted this moment to last as long as possible.

She was so eager to taste him again that it made her creative. Even though her hands were tied behind her back, she somehow managed to open his pants. The only barrier between his leaking cock and her fingers now being the thin fabric of his boxers. He did not expect that. But seeing her turn from a desperate mess underneath his hands to someone who was taking the lead like that made his heart race.

His hand was back on her throat, squeezing it once again as he growled in her ear.

"Someone's an eager little slut tonight, huh?"

And he was right. She was an eager little slut for him, and he loved every second of it.

The iron grip he had on her neck did not allow for any words to come out, so she just nodded, his words clouding her mind once again. She could feel his strong hand on her waist, gripping her like his own personal doll, turning her around so that she was now facing him. Rough fingers removed the belt from her wrists. She loved being a toy in his hands, greeting every move, every touch with moans and whimpers. Being with him made her feel things no one else could make her feel.

As she looked down on his now open pants, a smile appeared on her face, still proud of her little achievement. Her hands were free, wandering over his body. Muscles rippled beneath his shirt, his body feeling like it had been carved out of marble.

She cherished every second, knowing that her hands would be tied up again as soon as he pleased. But for now, he enjoyed her touch on his body, wanting to see how far she would go if he let her do what she wanted. Her hands wandered lower, softly playing with the waistband of his boxers, nails gently grazing over his hard length through the fabric.

"Can I...?" She asked, looking up at him with puppy eyes, knowing that he couldn't deny her anything if she was looking at him like that.

"What's the magic word, princess?" He asked, as his hand squeezed her throat just a little bit harder.

"Please," she replied, the faintest smile hushing over her lips, hands still on his cock. Another groan escaped his lips, he loved hearing her beg.

"Please what? Use your words," he teased, enjoying keeping her waiting.

"Can I touch- can I taste you, please," her voice was like dripping honey, a small smirk on her lips.

"What if I say no?" Ghost asked with a low voice, his grip on her neck still strong. His free hand traveled back down to her hands, holding both of her wrists in an iron grip.

He wouldn't allow her to touch him, not now, it was making it too hard for him to resist her. She looked so innocent, but there was a devilish side to her. Luring him in like a siren, leaving him to drown in his feelings. If he wanted to play dirty, then she would play dirty too.

She leaned in closer to him, almost whispering in his ear. "You don't want to feel my lips around you? Don't want to feel my tongue sliding over your cock?"

His grip on her throat tightened, a hiss escaping his lips. This wasn't just teasing. Now she was actively challenging him.

Since she couldn't move her hands, she couldn't touch him. But that did not stop her body from moving. So she adjusted herself in his lap, pressing herself against his bulge as she started grinding down on his crotch. Her shorts were already soaked from her previous climax, and he could feel her wetness through his boxers. He was so close to burying his cock in her, railing her so hard that she'd scream his name for the whole neighborhood to hear, but he was trying to keep his cool.

Feeling the heat of her body against him almost made him lose it. Both of them were so close to crossing the point of no return, so drunk with arousal – but he wouldn't let it get that far. It had started as a way of teasing him, but instead of breaking only him, they were now both dangerously close to their release. Strong hands gripped her hips, forcing her to stop her movements.

He pushed her back a little, freeing himself from his boxers, lazily stroking his cock. His tip already glistening with precum, the sight alone making her drool.

"Go on, I can see you want it," his voice sounded as if it was laced with poison, sweet but deadly.

Not a second was wasted as she slid down, placing her lips around his cock. His hand held her hair, keeping her head in place as he moved ever so slightly, thrusting up into her mouth. He loved seeing her like that, loved how desperate she was to have his cock in her mouth. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through his body. After all that teasing, it didn't take long for him to reach his climax. She could feel his body tense up underneath her, his hips buckling slightly as his seed spilled down her throat. She licked him clean before coming back up to her spot on his lap with a smile.

"Such a good girl, so greedy for my cum. God, I can't get enough of your pretty mouth, princess."

His praise made her feel so good, a reward for knowing exactly how to please him. Both of them looked done, the windows fogged up from their body heat. Ghost put an arm around her, holding her close.

She snuggled closer to him, his arms tight around her. He wanted her to feel safe, wanted her to feel how much she meant to him, even if he couldn't bring himself to say it. The way her head was resting against him made his heart beat a little faster. His free hand ruffled her hair softly. He knew she needed to rest, that she needed his comfort more than anything else; and he would provide it to her.

As he was softly petting her head and playing with her hair, her body felt so light and comfortable. It didn't surprise him as he saw that she was slowly falling asleep on him. Everything felt so right at that moment. He let her sleep on him until the sun started to rise; until he had to leave once again.

Each time, it got harder for him to leave, but there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes, he was glad that she was asleep when he left. That way, he didn't have to see her sad eyes watching him go. Breaking his heart, the same way it broke hers. Carefully, he laid her down, tucking her in. Wanting to keep her safe and warm. He should be the one giving her that warmth, but he had to go, placing a small kiss on her forehead before leaving quietly.