Chapter 9 #3
Ghost snatched her chin in his tight grip.
“That’s not what I wanted to hear, baby.
You tell me to stop, and I will. If ever there was a time to say ‘yes, sir’ to me, it was then.
Don’t you ever power through or do something you don’t like because you think I will.
That’s not consent, Becks, and I don’t want it anywhere near our relationship. ”
Her expression turned sincere as she nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I promise.”
“Good girl. Now stand up.”
She obeyed with more grace than he expected given the height of her heels.
Ghost tapped the flat of his blade against the curve of her breast. “As sexy as this is, I prefer you in clothing that’s easier to remove.
” Taking her by the shoulder, he spun her around so her back was to him.
Ghost moved her long hair over her shoulder.
“Thankfully, this doesn’t seem too complicated. ”
He semi-exaggerated that statement, but eventually got the contraption that looked uncomfortable as hell off her body. The white lace panties followed suit.
Leaning over her shoulder, he whispered in her ear, “Crawl onto the bed, baby. Show me that pretty ass. Oh, and I’m leaving the heels on.”
With her hands still bound in front of her, Becks worked herself onto the king-size bed.
She had to bend more on her elbows and forearms than her hands, which was his goal.
He wanted her luscious ass up in the air, giving him an unimpeded view of her pussy as she worked herself to the center of the bed.
He walked up to the head of the bed. A quick view of the headboard showed him a small gap, just below where the mattress covered the wood. He used the end of the dress he’d tied around her wrists to attach her to the headboard.
That done, he walked back to the foot of the bed and gathered what was left of her dress. The thin lace was of no use to him so he tossed that aside. Using his knife, Ghost cut an extra-long strip out of the remaining material.
“You bought this dress for another man’s pleasure,” he told her.
“Now, I’m using it for mine.” He wrapped one end around her ankle, above the strap of her stiletto.
The bed didn’t have posts, so he worked it between the mattress and box spring to the other side of the bed.
On her knees and elbows, Becks watched him in rapt silence from the corner of her eye.
“Do you know what it is I’m going to do to you, wife?”
She gasped, shaking her head in answer, but did not resist when he widened her position so the end of the strip could reach around her ankle.
Ghost’s chuckle was filled with dark anticipation. “Whatever I want.”
He was so hot for her, he never lost his erection, despite the interrupted blowjob.
Walking around the bed, he took in the captivating sight before him.
Her arched back raised the rounded globes of her ass as her thick thighs spread wide revealed her bare pussy.
He personally wouldn’t have cared if she was shaved, bare, or full bush, but he had to admit that the unobstructed view was tantalizing.
He had to grip the base of his dick and squeeze to keep from coming at the sight.
She looked like a fucking sacrifice.
Gooseflesh rose all along her tanned skin as she waited. The unknown would raise her excitement, her awareness of him. She would be focusing on his every move, trying to deduce what was coming. She had no idea.
It was painful for Ghost to walk away from the bed, but he needed to get something from his wallet.
“We never talked about protection, so let me tell you my intentions, baby. I plan to breed you. I want you full and plump with my child. I was tested at my last checkup and haven’t been with anyone since, so I’m clean. ”
He grabbed what he needed from his wallet. Then he went into his saddlebag and pulled out his toiletries case. Walking back over to the bed, he put the small tan case on the mattress next to her knee.
Her hair had fallen forward and she was currently trying to use her bound hands to move it out of her vision.
“Fuck it,” she growled, as harmless as a fawn.
Her head fell forward between her bound arms, in a sort of twisted prayer position.
“I want that, Ghost! God, I’m on fire. You haven’t even touched me, and I’m burning up!
Do it! Breed me! God, please, just touch me! ”
Her frustration was palpable, but it did not make Ghost move any faster. She jumped at the sound of the zipper opening on his bag, unable to twist fully to see over her shoulder at what he was doing. He loved creating blind spots. He wasn’t into gags or blindfolds, but blind spots? Hell yeah.
He pulled out his electric razor and removed the blade head.
She no doubt was trying to deduce the sounds coming from behind her.
He even saw her try to duck her head even further down so she could see between her bent legs, but if she was able to see anything, it would have only been a view of his own thighs and groin as he knelt on the bed behind her.
“Ghost, please…”
He picked up the small lube packet he’d gotten from his wallet.
Some men carried around heaps of cash or reward cards.
Ghost always kept lube and a condom on his person.
It was an old habit, and something he hadn’t had to readily use for a long time, but he had never been more grateful for his foresight.
The packet wasn’t much, but would be enough for his plans.
“Please, what, wife?” he asked her as he opened the plastic with his teeth.
Before she could answer, he poured the contents of the packet down into the crack of her ass. She jolted, pulling against her binds. Ghost paused, listening for any telltale signs of tearing. The dress wasn’t that strong, and he’d already weakened it. It seemed to be holding, so he continued.
“Ghost!” Her voice sounded like a warning, but she never said the word ‘stop’. “I’ve never done anal before.”
He chuckled. Tossing the empty packet over his shoulder, Ghost used his fingers to spread the lube around the inside of her ass, and used the excess on his cock.
“You will,” he promised her, “but not today.” He dropped his head down to kiss the small of her back.
“Last I checked, you can’t get pregnant by anal. ”
“Then…” She swallowed hard. “Then what are you doing?”
“Playing,” he told her honestly. He wiped his fingers on the mattress.
Lining his cock up between her cheeks, he thrust upwards.
She tensed, as if waiting for the pain of penetration, and relaxed when she realized it wasn’t coming.
Ghost petted her cheek to soothe her further.
“I’ll fuck your asshole one day, Rebel, but not before you’re ready.
” He moved his cock between the heat of her cheeks again, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t still fuck the hell out of it.
I’ve been dying to play with your ass since you first sat on me. ”
Becks moaned, bringing her ass up even higher for him. “I remember…”
He laughed low. He bet she did, because she also nearly destroyed their future descendants when she did so. Using his hands, he pressed her cheeks together, increasing the vise around his dick.
“Oh God…” Her voice sounded less like a prayer than it did a plea.
Ghost moaned in return. “That’s it, baby.
Feel all of me. I’m too big to fit all the way in your mouth.
” Not until they trained her throat to take him, that is.
“I doubt I’ll fit all the way inside your tight pussy today either.
But your ass? This fucking, perfect ass, it can take me.
From tip,” he nearly pulled all the way out of the grip her cheeks provided him, “to balls.” He thrust inside.
Her back arched even more, though he had other plans in mind.
He was after his pleasure—but also hers.
“Spread your legs wider, baby. Bring your pussy as far down to the mattress as you can.”
He didn’t stop his thrusts as he opened, widening her bent legs like a frog. Letting go of one cheek, Ghost grabbed up his razor-less razor. He positioned it just before the apex of her legs, flipped it on, and then jammed it up between the mattress and her clit.
“Oh my God! Ghost!” Becks shouted.
Before she could jump or shift away from the surprising sensation, Ghost threw himself down on top of her. The makeshift vibrator buzzed between her legs, trapped by both their weights. Ghost pressed his hands down onto her back, his thighs braced beneath her own. Slowly, her hips started to move.
Ghost smiled, so fucking proud of his girl. “That’s it, baby. Ride my razor while I ride you.” He renewed his thrusts with vigor. “You’re so fucking sexy, Rebel. I don’t even have the words. ‘Perfect’ and ‘incredible’ don’t seem enough.”
He saw her hands move over her head as she gripped that thin piece of wood where he’d attached her wrists. It groaned beneath her tight clutch. As her hips moved, he synced his own movements so he met her thrust for thrust. Their bodies slapped together, fire and heat searing them alive.
“Ghost! Oh, God! I’m going to come! I’m going to…” Her voice trailed off in a moan.
“You’ll never need to seek permission with me,” he told her, on the verge himself. “Come, baby. It’s my life’s mission to give you as many orgasms as you can handle, and then some. Don’t ever hold back for me.”
Becks screamed, ducking her head to hide her face in the pillows. Ghost bolted forward, grabbed her hair, and wrenched her neck backwards.
“And don’t ever hide your noises from me.” His voice was low, almost menacing. “Let them hear you for miles around, knowing that I was the cause.”
Her body convulsed beneath his. Ghost had to stop thrusting, so he didn’t follow her over the edge.
He was right there, and it wouldn’t take much.
The knowledge that he was causing her pleasure was heady, causing his balls to draw up and the pressure at the base of his spine to increase.
He barely held off, gripping the edge by weak fingertips.
Becks practically bleated beneath him, her breaths and cries of pleasure ragged.
Sweat coated her skin. She trembled violently, the vibrations from the electric razor still shaking the bed.
Ghost took a moment to catch his own breath before he got up on his knees.
Lube on the outside and inside of her ass cheeks shined in the sunlight.
His razor had three different settings, and he hadn’t been paying much attention to which he’d turned it on, wanting to keep the element of surprise. He probably should feel guilty that he’d put it on the highest speed, but he didn’t. Not when it had created such fantastic results.
Ghost lowered the toggle down to the lowest setting, but left it between her legs as he got up.
Eyes closed, her body jolted as he stepped away from the bed.
Having no desire to leave her whatsoever, Ghost hurried into the bathroom, where he quickly wiped his cock down with a soapy washcloth as the hot water poured over another cloth in the sink.
He wanted to breed her, not give her a UTI.
Grabbing the other cloth, he walked back out into the bedroom. Becks was a little more aware now. Raising her head, he saw tears running down her cheeks. Alarmed, he was about to stop and check on her when she pleaded, “Please! Ghost, God, fuck me. Please! I need you.”
Because he couldn’t help it, he quipped, “As you wish.”
Her eyes became narrow slits as she glared at him. Chuckling at his little joke, Ghost removed the razor from between her legs and made quick work of wiping her down. A quick tug ripped the tattered dress at her right ankle. Crawling over her, he did the same to the headboard.
Flipping her over, the pieces of her dress still tied around each wrist and ankle, Ghost claimed her lips. As he sank inside her for the first time, he knew he’d finally found his missing piece. It wasn’t the lack of family or a history; it was her. It always had been.
He was finally home.