Page 21 of Grave Obsession

“And good girls get to cum, isn’t that right, baby?” I slowly begin to move my fingers in and out of her. Her body starts to relax, becoming aware of the pleasure it feels.

“Yes,” she says, louder this time.

“Tell me what you want, little siren, I’m yours to command.” I lean down and pull her nipple into my mouth. My girl likes a little pain with her pleasure and I am more than happy to give her whatever she wants, in or out of the bedroom. Her back arches up off the mattress as I suck hard enough to leave marks on her skin.

Finding her voice, she says, “I want what you said.” It’s a hoarse scream and I smile between trailing feather light kisses across her breasts.

“And what did I say, baby?” I cascade kisses down her abdomen, hovering over her wet centre. I watch my fingers disappear inside of her and my dick pulses in response, aching to be inside her. I nestle between her thighs and I know she can tell the proximity of my face to her cunt because she tenses up. I can’t help but make her squirm.

“Do you want my tongue, Mallory? Do you want me to feast on your sweet little cunt until you cum all over my face, baby?” I’m so close she would be able to feel the heat of my breath on her skin.

“Yes. Put your mouth on me, Ghost.” She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

Chapter Nineteen

Mallory

A whining moan erupts from my lips as Ghost latches his mouth to my clit and sucks. I want so badly to see, to touch, and pull him to me. I know this was part of his plan, there’s no escaping him again. I’m forced to feel every stroke of his tongue as he drags it over and around my sweet spot, every slow torturous thrust of his fingers inside me. I hear every filthy thing he says by being bound and blindfolded. There’s a sensation building, it has my toes curling and my thighs clamping around his head to escape it. It’s overwhelming, too much. Ghost pries my legs open and forces my thighs to spread with the weight of his body pressing down on them.

“You will cum for me, Mallory,” he growls out. It’s a promise, a command I want to obey.

A twisted sense of joy spreads through me as I rasp, “Then make me.” His hand grabs my throat and it startles me, I gasp. I can feel the scruff of his facial hair on my cheeks, his hot breath caresses my skin as his body crushes against mine.

“Keep talkin’ like that and the only thing you’ll be cummin' on is my cock.” His voice rumbles against my neck as he starts to kiss and nip the sensitive area. I’ve unleashed that darker side of him he tries so hard to hide. Trying to be gentle for me, but I want both sides, his good and his bad, his light and dark. I feel myself growing wetter, I want him to follow through on his threat. I’m drunk on this feeling I only get when he is near. He makes me feel.

“Promise?” I can’t believe I just said that. There’s no going back now. I feel his dick throb against my centre and I grind my pussy against him. I’m a woman possessed, but I don’t care. I would gladly condemn myself to hell to have this moment with him. The first man I’ve ever lusted after, the one who consumes my thoughts every waking second and invades my dreams in the dead of night. He’s protected me, I’m pretty sure he’s killed for me, and he’s brought me back to life from the pathetic excuse of a human I was before.

I can tell by his sharp intake of breath that I’ve shocked him, rendered him speechless. It’s a first and a thrill shoots through me. I’m dripping and ready for his frighteningly hugecock. “Mal-” he whispers out my name but I cut him off. I know he’s hesitating, forcing his beast back into its cage.

“Stop talking, Ghost, and make me cum.” I wish I could see his face right now. I want him unrestrained, so if I need to be a bit snarky to get him there then I’ll do it. His grip on my throat tightens and a smile curves my lips.

“Gladly,” he says against my mouth as he moves his hips. We’re dry humping like horny teenagers but I don’t care. I’m writhing beneath him, chasing his lips as he hovers above me. He’s winding me tighter and tighter with each passing second. Then suddenly he’s gone.

“Ghost, I swear to fucking God if you-” My words are cut off by my scream as he latches his mouth to my clit and sucks as he shoves his fingers into my slick core. It’s so unexpected and ruthless, I shatter into a million pieces.

I’ve exploded into the atmosphere, floating above my body in a cloud of pleasure. I’m being brought back down to earth by every slow thrust of Ghost's fingers. I just came, holy shit. Can I do it again? Multiple orgasms are a thing for women right? A huge smile breaks out on my face, for so long I thought I was broken. Evidently, I just needed a psycho to bring all my darkest desires to life.

Ghost removes his fingers from my body and flips me over to remove the restraint around my wrists. He must have put his mask back on. I hear the buckle of his belt hit the hardwood floor as his hands start to rub the blood back into circulation in my arms. His strong hands start to massage my shoulders, working out the tension in my spine. He straddles the back of my thighs as he rubs my back, I can get on board with this gentle side of him. He works the knots from my body and I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. Not a dissociative state but a content state of sleep. Ghost leans down, pressing a kiss to my temple, “Sleep, little siren,” he whispers against my skin.

I don’t want him to leave, I feel his weight shifting as he rises from the mattress.

“Stay,” I plead.

“Are you sure?” His voice is light, inquisitive, and I know he wants this but doesn’t want to push me.

“Yes, Ghost, I want you to stay.” I rise from the bed, keeping my back to him in case he hasn’t put the mask back on. I promised no peeking. I cross to my usual side of the bed and pull back the covers.

“Look at me, Mallory.” The depths of his voice are sure to drown me, or dehydrate me, from how wet I get every time I hear it. I raise my eyes to look at him and Ghostface is staring back at me. There it is again, that electric feeling zinging through my body. The magnetic pull between us.

I crawl into bed and pat the spot next to me. “Get in here and cuddle me, before I change my mind,” I playfully snap out as he moves to get into the bed. “Clothes off, Ghost,” I instruct flatly.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea Mal-” he starts to say but I cut him off.

“I don’t care what you think. Strip, or I withdraw my invitation.” This could blow up in my face, he could turn and leave. He did last night, but I’m banking on the fact he wants to please me. I can see him warring with himself. He probably thinks it’s too soon for us to fuck, which if his unrestrained personality rears its head again, we undoubtedly will. I can’t wait.

He bends down and starts to untie his boots. I win. A smile spreads across my face and I watch him kick them off. He starts to unzip his hooded sweatshirt and I’m ensnared. A moth to his godly light. It slides down off his arms and lands in a pile on the floor.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Mallory, or I’ll find something to stuff it with.” I pry my eyes off the ink that paints its way up his muscle packed arms. His black t-shirt clings to him in all the right places and I’m sure I’m salivating.

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