Page 86 of The Phantom's Vice

“Ghost.”

His body freezes as he looks into my eyes, those pale orbs searching mine for any sign of discomfort. “You came for me.”

“Of course I did,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair back off my forehead. “How could I do anything else?”

“But I ran away. I went when you told me?—”

“Shh,” he coos, placing his lips on my forehead. “You were trying to help. It was my fault. I had suspicions about Jim and didn’t share them with you. This ismyfault, Brett.”

“But…”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he growls, tightening his fist at the back of my head. “If you really want to make it up to me, I want only one thing.”

My eyes go wide, and I look over at Jim’sseemingly lifeless body, some inherent part of me knowingexactlywhat’s about to happen.. “Wha—we can’t! He’s literally right fucking there.”

“And?” Ghost murmurs, trailing his thumb lightly down my face. “Seeing you all tied up and helpless like this makes me fucking hard. And knowing he’s sitting there, waiting for me to kill him—” Ghost’s voice is cut off as a loud groan pours from his mouth. “My fucking God.”

There’s a faint rustling noise followed by Ghost’s zipper, and the head of his cock brushes my entrance, sliding forward to brush the bundle of nerves at my apex before returning to my opening. My pussy floods as that low hum of electricity spreads from my core, muddling my mind and heating my blood.

I cry out as Ghost thrusts into me, helpless to do anything but close my eyes against the sight of an unconscious, bloodied Jim. It’s so fucking wrong, so depraved, yet—it just makes it that much hotter. And that sick little part of me I try to hide from the lightlovesit.Cravesit.

“Look at him, darling,” Ghost growls, his hips slapping my ass with each powerful thrust. “I bet he’s wanted to do this to you ever since he laid eyeson you. I bet he’s dreamed about your pretty little cunt every night for months, just dying to get you like this.”

His strokes slow as he leans his face close to my ear, his breath ragged with the effort to hold back. “But you’remine,now. Aren’t you?”

I nod, unable to speak past the desperate lump in my throat. Ghost reaches back and slaps my ass hard enough for me to see stars, only to deliver three more without giving me pause for breath.

“This is your punishment, darling. Maybe you’ll think twice about running away next time,” he snarls, the beast inside winning the fight as he reaches up to wrap his palm around my throat. He squeezes at either side of my neck, cutting off the blood flow to my brain and causing the room to spin. The ropes strain against my skin as I arch back, my mind a mess of colors and sensations I’ve never noticed before. Swirls of red and pink and bright, bright white sparking behind my lids in the most beautiful aurora.

My walls tighten around Ghost’s cock as I come, the volume of my moans causing Jim to stir from his heaped position on the floor. My face heats as he cracks an eye open, his mouth going wide as he watches Ghost slam into me from behind. I buckagainst the restraints, but it does absolutely nothing—and the fact that Jim is watching makes Ghost go harder.

“Fuck, Brett,” Ghost groans, slamming his cock against that sensitive spot at the back of my walls. “Look at him. Look how fucking pathetic he is—forced to watch you get fucked. Forced to watch you come, to get filled with my seed.”

Jim makes some sort of mumbling noise and tries to push his upper half from the floor, only to fall over to the side from his massive concussion. He twists and writhes, but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to gain his bearings. Eventually, he just slumps back, his eyes bright with jealousy as he watches Ghost fuck me.

“What a good little cock whore,” Ghost breathes, slamming mercilessly against my back walls. “Come for me, darling. Show him how pretty you are when you’re coming on my cock.”

On cue, my walls tighten around him and red-hot fire courses through my veins. My head arches back as my body convulses against the ropes, Ghost’s merciless pounding drawing out my pleasure and sending me to a new high.

When the room stops spinning, I notice Jim in a half crouch, his mouth slightly parted as he gazes atmy face. Ghost pumps once, twice more, and slams his hips against me as his cock throbs, dumping his seed into the deepest parts of me.

“Fuck, darling,” Ghost groans, his body shuddering against me as the last of his pleasure leaves him. “What a good fucking girl.”

“H-howdareyou!” Jim thunders, a mad gleam in his eye as he lunges toward us. Ghost doesn’t pull out of me, just reaches for his dagger and sends it through Jim’s outstretched hand with a flick of his wrist. Jim’s scream echoes throughout the small room, mixing with the low, mechanical sound of Ghost’s laughter.

Ghost leans over me, pressing his masked cheek into the crook of my neck and breathing deeply. “I love the way you smell with my cum inside you. Like your body is begging to be bred by me.”

My face flames as Ghost runs his gloved hand through my folds, using two fingers to push his release back inside me. He nuzzles the side of my face as he holds them there, a low, satisfied hum emanating from the voice box in his mask.

“G-Ghost,” I whimper, my skin hot and ragged from rope burn. “Ghost, we have to?—”

“Shut the fuck up and let me enjoy you,” Ghostgrowls, curling his fingers against the spot he knows drives me mad. “The worm can wait.”

My eyes dart to Jim, who is currently passed out again from the stab wound, and I let out a snort at the sight. A small pool of blood trickles from the wound with Ghost’s dagger lodged squarely in the center.Asshole can’t even stay conscious long enough to pull it out. What a loser.

“Hmm,” Ghost murmurs, pulling his hand from me and placing his slicked fingers between my lips. “Suck,” he orders. “Don’t waste a fucking drop.” I do, rolling my tongue around his fingers as the salty, sweet taste fills my mouth. “Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling his hand from my mouth when he’s satisfied. He straightens, pulling his pants back on before delicately undoing the ropes holding me in place.

It takes a few minutes, but when the bindings release, I breathe a sigh of relief, stretching my fingers as blood rushes back to my extremities. “Damn, that feels good,” I moan, dropping my head back as the cool air soothes the rope burn along my arms and calves.

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