Page 42 of Ghosted in Arkadia
“You don’t know me well enough to decide that.” I lift my gaze. He said it himself, I need the pain. I need the hurt. “I need it, Ghost.”
His hand on my back disappears. A high-pitched shriek from one of the kitchen chairs announces itself, and the sudden pressure of the chair's wooden seat on the back of my legs is startling. Ghost moves my arms via the cuffs over the back of the chair before guiding me into a seated position. He takes a few steps back, his form dissolving into darkness, until only the top half of the skull is visible.
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
A hint of panic starts to form in my chest. He can’t ghost me again. Not while I’m like this.
I hear a belt buckle, the movements sharp, before the sound of a zipper. Then nothing. Dark silence fills the house and my eyes and ears strain, searching for any sign of movement or sound.
He steps forward, and I sigh, relaxing against the chair.
"Good to see you're so eager." There’s a hint of amusement in his tone. With a grin, he pulls his cock out and strokes it.
I watch it elongate and harden further. It’s a solid eight to nine inches in length and as thick as my wrist. His fingers work the tip, producing a drop of pre-cum which he gathers on a finger.
“Open wide, kitten.”
I spread my legs, hooking each on the sides of the chair while scooting to the edge, despite wearing my pants. If he only tears a hole through the middle, I should be able to scurry from the cruiser into my house without the neighbors getting an eyeful.
He chuckles, the edges of his lips tipping into an uneven smile. “Ready so soon, kitten? I meant your mouth.”
My cheeks heat while the rest of me feels as though I’ve been doused with a bucket of ice-cold water. My nipples harden. They clearly get off on my humiliation. My pussy seems to enjoy itas well as I can feel myself growing wetter. I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out, and he promptly deposits the pre-cum.
“Just a taste, kitten.”
He removes his finger and my mouth and eyes close in tandem as I relish the salty hint of him. My body fills with an electric sensation, starting from the top of my head before filtering down and through me. My limbs feel heavy while a hunger starts from deep within. The once faint scent of him now seems to assault me from every direction, but when I open my eyes, I see Ghost standing before me, still smirking.
“My turn,” he says before bending down to grab ahold of my knees, moving them back in front of the chair.
His hands caress my thighs as he works his way up and grabs the waistband of my pants and underwear. With a quick tug he pulls both down to my ankles while I attempt to help by pressing my back to the chair and lifting my hips. My bare ass lands on the wooden seat and he pushes my knees apart to allow the chilled air to rush against my heated folds.
“Nice and loud when you scream, kitten. There’s no one around for miles.”
The sound of his knees hitting the floorboards reverberates inside me while the leather from his gloves caresses my inner thighs. He keeps me spread wide before dipping down to run his hot tongue over my aching clit. I groan while the hunger inside me rises. Desperate, needy, and starved.
He sucks my clit between his lips, using the tip of his tongue to flick against the sensitive bundle before releasing it. Only to do it again. And again. Zips of pleasure cascade through me, all the way to the bottoms of my feet. His hands move around to the back of my ass, pulling me forward on the chair while he buries his tongue deep inside. Tasting me with an appreciative hum.
He eats me like I am a five-course meal, splayed out for him after a weeklong fast. His tongue alternates between my clit andmy center, lapping up my arousal, only to cause more with his ministrations. I mewl, arching my back against the back of the chair to press my pussy into his face, while his hands palm my ass as he groans around the taste of me.
I can feel my orgasm building. Those electric and hungry spikes stacking and amplifying until he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I feel his teeth graze across it.
He is the storm, and I am electrified. A scream tears from my lips, my head tilting toward the ceiling.
I come for what feels like an eternity while his tongue pushes deep inside me to collect every drop. I’m panting when he pulls back from me and I open my heavy eyelids only to see his hand wrapped around his straining cock, pumping wildly until he comes with a grunt. Spilling his seed on the floorboards beneath the chair.
I whimper, feeling the loss, wishing he had come down my throat instead.
I see his smirk before he pulls the mask over his glistening lips.
“Now for the painful part,” he says cryptically.
He moves quickly. Not that I could have done anything about it in my current position.
“Ow,” I say in confusion when I feel a sharp jab near my ass cheek.
Looking down, I make out the vague shape of what appears to be a syringe as the cause of the pain. A stinging sensation comes next as Ghost injects me with something, and the back of my mouth tastes like copper.
“What the fu…” My head droops and my mind fills with a low hum.
