The sound of his voice was like a drug for Delilah. She looked up at him, nodding with innocent eyes. She would be on her knees for him. As he turned and left, the room felt empty and cold. She heard the door close, a look outside confirmed that Ghost was back at his usual spot. His words were a promise and a threat at the same time. They meant he would come back. Deep down both of them knew that he'd always come back. It was evident that she was obsessed with him, but he couldn't resist her either, even though he hated to admit it.
And with that, the waiting game started again. Every night the same question raced through her mind. Would he come tonight?
Or would he tease her once more, depriving her of his attention, of his touch? Watching her break into pieces, just to come back after a while, picking up the broken fragments to make her whole again.
Ghost had a hard time staying away from her. He needed her as much as she needed him, he needed that feeling of power. It gave him a rush nothing could compare to. He enjoyed the tease, the chase, the craving. For him, it was like indulging in a forbidden fruit. Slowly. One bite at a time, one touch at a time.
He had to keep control, he had to be the one in charge. Under no circumstances he would let his guard down. Besides, he enjoyed the control he had over her way too much to give in. Knowing that she was waiting for him like a starved animal gave him a pleasure that tasted too delicious to stop.
10 nights.
That's how long it took until she heard that familiar sound of his heavy boots entering the house again. 10 days of longing. She was so eager to be on her knees for him, it was almost pathetic.
He stood so much taller than her, his muscular form casting a shadow in her bedroom. She was taking everything in, drinking up his appearance like she wanted this moment, this view, to be etched into her mind.
Her gaze wandered up his body, slowly, cherishing every detail, every ripple of muscle under his tactical gear. Then her eyes reached his face, his mask making him even more mysterious, more alluring. He moved closer like a predator approaching his prey, muscles contracting with each stride.
One touch. Only one touch.
The words repeated in her mind over and over, as if nothing else mattered. She looked up at him, big brown eyes full of desperation, full of want. As his hand cupped her cheek, she could feel that something was different.
He wasn't wearing his gloves, the feeling of his body heat, of his rough hand against her soft skin making the sensation feel even more intimate. If time stopped right there and then, she would've been content.
But this was not her game, it was Ghosts, and he was making the rules.
Slowly, his hand left her cheek, grazing over her lips. Her heart raced even faster, her lips parted as Ghost started sliding his thumb over them. There was no space for thoughts in her head. In this moment, her body existed solely to please him.
His thumb kept sliding over her lips, teasing her, finding pleasure in the way her body responded, in the way he could feel her hitching breath on his hand. She wanted more, needed more, but like always, she had to wait.
Ghost would give her what he pleased, whenever he pleased, and not a second sooner. The tension was almost unbearable for her when she finally heard his deep voice again.
"Open your mouth for me, princess."
She did as he said, head tilted up to him, not speaking a word. Showing him how much of a good girl she was for him. Two of his fingers found their way into her mouth, gently pressing down on her tongue as if he wanted to make sure she would obey his command.
Her tongue caressed his fingers, showing him what she could do for him. The sharp exhale leaving his mouth told her everything she needed to know. He watched her with the same cold gaze, but his eyes couldn't hide how much he was enjoying this, how much he loved playing with her.
Ghost pulled his fingers away, his hands wandering to his belt, slowly starting to unbuckle it, before unbuttoning his pants. Her eyes never left his. It was an unspoken rule, her eyes had to stay on him until he ordered otherwise.
The sound of him opening his pants was almost echoing in the quiet room. He freed himself from the constraint of his pants, already hard from the sight in front of him. His other hand was back on her chin, thumb in her mouth, guiding her exactly where he needed her.
"If you can't take it anymore, you pinch my thigh. Understand?"
She nodded. Not that she even thought about pinching him. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she'd let him do. Happily. Even if it meant forcing himself down her throat, the only thing in her mind was his pleasure. Ghost knew that, and he was going to enjoy it.
The tip of his cock forced its way into her mouth. It felt even better than he had anticipated, feeling her tongue on his length, the warmth of her mouth. He was big, but that was no reason for him to go easy on her. He knew that she could take it, knew that she would do anything to please him.
His hand gripped her hair, moving her head like she was a toy, only existing to pleasure him. Never had a man used her like that. But Ghost wasn't like other men. He was exactly what she needed. That feeling of helplessness, the feeling of total submission set her body and her mind on fire. Ghost had her wrapped around his finger. Each time he pushed his length a little further down her throat, it sent a jolt straight to her cunt. Her mind became clouded, her focus only on him.
There was nothing gentle about the way this was going down. He didn't want anything gentle, didn't want anything slow and sweet. He wanted this to be done in the dirtiest way possible, wanting to find out how much it would take for her to break under his touch.
She took every inch of his cock, trying to keep her breath steady as he shoved his length deeper, almost triggering her gag reflex. His grip on her hair was making sure she wasn't going anywhere, her mouth staying on his cock for as long as he pleased. It did not take long before she felt his grip on her hair tightening, low groans coming from under his mask.
She didn't even flinch as he pressed her face even closer to his body, her nose touching his skin, his cock buried all the way in her throat. Tears began to form in her eyes, drool running down her chin. Her mind was lost, it was gone, replaced by the feeling of complete surrender.
The tears ran down her cheeks, but the sensation he was giving her was too addicting. The feeling of him in her throat, his scent – there was nothing but him.
His hand found her chin once again, tilting her head up to look at him, while he forced his cock even deeper down her throat. Another reminder of his complete control. Her mind was his to command, her body his to use.
The sight of the tears streaming down her cheeks, of her utter submission, of her determination to please him; drove him wild. It sent him over the edge. Delilah could feel it, she could feel his cock twitch in her mouth, could feel his cum spilling down her throat. She was savoring every last drop, swallowing around his length one more time before he left her mouth. All she wanted was to make the moment last even longer.
It felt cold without his touch while he was closing his pants again. It didn't take long, and after a few seconds, his hand was back on her cheek, though his touch was different now.
Gentle and soft, a stark contrast to his rough and brutal touch just a few minutes ago. At this moment, it was the sweetest touch she had ever felt. Ghost was gentle with her, he cared for her. He was tender with her, but she knew he could be just as brutal whenever he pleased.
"Good girl," he mumbled, almost inaudible under his mask, voice still the slightest bit shaky because of his climax. Carefully, he picked her up, placing her on her bed.
The way he handled her always made her feel like a doll. It made her wonder how it would feel to be pressed against the wall by his strong hands, his cock mercilessly pounding into her- She tried to suppress those thoughts, stashing them away for later when he was gone.
"If you keep being such a good girl, maybe I'll touch you next time," he whispered in her ear as he bent down to her.
The words went straight to the dripping wetness between her thighs. He was going to teach her what it meant to be a good girl, what it meant to serve him. What it meant to belong to him.
Ghost rose slowly, almost like he wanted her to beg him to stay, but she knew better. There was nothing Delilah wanted more than him to stay. The thought of him leaving was like a punch to the stomach, but there was nothing she could do about it.
The decision wasn't up to her, he was the one in charge. No amount of begging would make him stay. He had her in his grasp and he would make her want him even more, make her crave him.
Her sore throat and the taste of him were the only reminders of his presence.
She knew that it would take a while for him to come back. Meanwhile, all that she'd get were small glances of him, leaning against that lamppost. Even if he wanted to stay, he couldn't. There was no way he would allow himself to give in to this temptation.
Besides, he wasn't here for fun, he had a job to do. If Captain Price ever found out that Ghost wasn't observing the neighborhood, instead spending his time buried balls deep in some girls throat, he wouldn't be pleased.
Every waking hour, every thought Delilah had was haunted by Ghost, but she wasn't the only one being haunted. With each passing day, with each interaction, she began spooking around in his mind too, even if he tried his best to ignore it.
But still, he thought about her way too often for his liking. Thinking about her face whenever he had a second to himself at the base, thinking about her mouth when he was pumping his cock under the running water of his shower. God, she was such a distraction already.
Slowly, she made his walls crumble down, brick by brick, letting her creep into his head, infecting his mind and his heart the same way he had infected hers.