Page 28 of Ghosted in Arkadia
Cathy’s voice practically screams inside my head.Get a fucking grip on yourself.
A shadow of movement appears in the video, making the hairs on the back of my neck stick up. The patch of darkness moves, coming toward my unconscious body. My heart flutters in my chest.
The camera refocuses with the movement, making the shadow take on the rough shape of a man dressed in black, other than the white skull mask covering his face.
Ghost.
I lean toward the screen and turn the volume all the way up. Heavy breathing is faintly audible, and I can’t tell if it’s coming from him or me.
“Finally, we get to have a chat, kitten.” His voice comes through the speakers of my phone, louder than I expected, and I jump before feeling a rush of warmth run through me.
He climbs onto my bed, crawling over my body and settling astride me. He leans down to whisper something the video doesn’t catch. My head moves, nodding into the comforter. Ghost reaches down, scooping me up by my neck with his gloved hand.
My hair sticks to my face, and I look abnormally pale. My everyday makeup is already smudged from my position, forming streaks of coal on my cheeks.
“You’re going to scream this time, kitten.” It sounds like a threat, or a promise. He releases his hold and my head flops back onto the bed.
I’m glued to the screen, feeling the inside of my body heat, desperate to know what he is going to do.
I wonder what I agreed to. Drunk me doesn’t have a long list of things she isn’t willing to do, and considering the man asking…
This video is going to need to be deleted.
After I watch it, of course.
Ghost leans down, appearing to kiss the back of my head. He sits up and brings one large hand flat to my back and pauses. He doesn’t appear to be pressing me into the mattress. His splayed hand is simply resting on top of my tank top, spanning most of the width from shoulder to shoulder.
“You feel so fucking good, kitten.” His hand slides down my back, reaching for the hem of my shirt before reversing course, running his leather covered fingers against my bare skin. He leans down, and I can hear on the video as he takes a deep breath. “Fuck, you even smell good. I just need a little taste. Then I’ll be able to control myself better.”
My shirt rides up with his hand, leaving a patch of my lower back exposed even as Ghost works back down my body, getting closer to the hem of my underwear. Only instead of going under it, his hand slides overtop and is joined by his other as he holds my ass cheeks in his palms.
His thumbs massage, working their way toward each other and with every grab pulling my cheeks apart. My underwear blocks him from being able to see anything more.
His fingers disappear from the camera’s view and my body rocks forward.
“Not nearly ready. This might take some time, kitten,” Ghost says before ducking down between my thighs.
A moan comes from the speaker of my phone. The sound makes my cheeks heat and I have to reposition myself, needing the movement to settle the restless energy sparking inside me. In the video, his head remains between my legs. My body is mostly prone on the bed, other than the slight movements of my head and various tumbling moans. When he sits up, I catch a slight glimpse of his lips before he pushes the mask back over his chin.
He moves up my body, reaching above me to grab the phone. His painted skull mask comes into closeup view as he addresses the version of me watching.
“I bet you want to watch it, too. Don’t you, kitten?” He chuckles, bringing the camera with him, and I stare at his masked face desperately wanting to know what he looks like beneath it. The camera switches and I see my comatose bodyas he brings the phone to rest between my legs, pointing at my underwear.
A light coming from my phone illuminates the darker patch of my underwear. A gloved finger comes into view, stroking a path through the center of the cloth.
Once. Twice. Three-times before hooking the thin strip and pulling it to the side to expose my glistening folds to the camera. Another finger, owned by the other hand, arrives at the scene next, pushing its way between my folds and directly into my center. He stops with his finger fully seated inside of me.
“Now, you’re wet for me, kitten. All it takes is a little attention.”
His finger pumps, slipping through my arousal with ease before he adds a second. At first, I can practically feel the remnants of a memory, his fingers stretching me open and a moment later the video echoes my thoughts as he works them apart inside of me.
Mewls spill from my phone into the empty air of my bedroom. I look up from the screen, checking to make sure I am still alone. A louder groan pulls my attention back and I see he has started to rub my clit with his thumb while pumping into me with his fingers.
A guttural scream is half swallowed by the comforter, but there is no mistaking how hard I came by the shaking of my thighs from the camera’s viewpoint. Ghost pulls free from me, and I watch my folds pulse on the screen until Ghost pulls my underwear back to cover the spot.
A hand comes toward the camera before it moves, giving me an aerial view of my body. Then Ghost turns the camera toward himself, or at least, a certain part of himself. His stiff cock stands proudly, having been set free from its confines.
There it is, in all its glory. A donkey cock.
