Chapter Eighteen

Ghost

For the third time I find myself wishing I could kill Mallory’s parents all over again. Them, and every waste of space mother fucker who so much as hurt my girl's feelings. Looking at her now, tear soaked cheeks and all, she’s more beautiful than ever before; finding her inner strength and owning her trauma. I don’t really know what to do in this situation except prove to her that she’s not dirty or ruined, make her understand how much I want her. I need her. It’s not like I can kiss this away. I’m going to have to put in the effort everyday to have her see herself the way I do. Every orgasm I give her will be one more nail in the coffin of her insecurities. I want my hands on her. I want to breathe the air from her lungs. I want my tongue between her legs until I drink down her sweet release. I want the good and the bad, the ‘in sickness and in health’ shit they spew at the altar. Until death do we part? Absolutely.

Standing, I extend my hand to her and she takes it without hesitation. I pull her to me and scoop her up, bridal style, ready to cross the threshold into our new life.

“What are you doing?” she squeals. She starts moving around, trying to escape my hold. Not going to happen, little siren. You’re mine, now and forever.

“Where are you taking me?” She’s not a dumbass, she’ll figure it out eventually. I carry her across the yard towards the front door. I turn the knob and kick it open. Her eyes widen with curiosity. Yeah, you want to know what’s coming next, don’t you? I carry her into the house, kicking the door closed behind me. My silence is unnerving her, I can tell by the increased pulse of the vein in her neck and her analyzing my every move. I carry her to the bedroom and drop her down on the bed. I start to undo my belt and she goes to scramble away from me, up the bed towards the head board. I grab her ankle and pull her back to me, rolling her onto her front. She thrashes in my hold as I rip my belt from the loops of my jeans. I grab her wrists and thread the belt through itself, forging makeshift handcuffs. I’m wishing I didn’t forget my actual fucking cuffs in the truck. Stupid, stupid, Graves.

“What are you doing, Ghost? Please don’t hurt me.” It’s like a slap to the face that she thinks I would hurt her. I roll her over and cup her cheek.

“I’m not going to hurt you, baby. I just can’t have you pulling off the blindfold while I have my tongue buried in your sweet little pussy,” I say as sweetly as I can muster. There’s a war waging within me. The dark part of me wants to rip through her innocence and see her blood staining my cock while I coat her pussy with my cum, marking her as mine. I know we will get there and I have to be patient. The rational part of my brain wants to worship her and help her heal. That’s the path I’m choosing to take today. However, no one knows what the future will bring.

“Oh,” is her meek reply and it’s adorable. Yes, I still want you, I will always want you, no matter what secrets you spill at my feet. Nothing will sully my desire for you, all of you, scars and all. You’ll hear it from my lips soon enough. I move to the closet, open it up, and grab a scarf from the rack that hangs over the door. This puzzled look moves across her face, and I’m waiting for it to all click in her mind.

“How did you know those were there?” She’s met with silence but I’m smirking beneath this mask. She’s about to get fired up and I can’t wait.

“You filthy fuck, you’ve been in my house before haven’t you?” she growls at me and a thrilling shockwave pulses through my body. Are we about to have our first fight? I nod, and it infuriates her more.

“Use your words, Ghost,” she snaps at me and a laugh breaks free from beneath the mask. I stride up to her, and pull her to her feet. My hand wraps around her neck, squeezing slightly as I get right up in her face. It was only three times, but lets have a little fun, see how hot tempered she can get.

“Yes, I’ve been in your house before. I’ve watched you sleep. Watched you touch yourself to the point of frustration because you can’t get off. I’ve sat around, had a snack and watched TV. I’ve washed your dishes. I even made myself at home, right here in this bed. I’ve shot my cum all over your sheets then watched you sleep in them for nights on end. Fuck, Mallory, the simple thought of you makes me ravenous. So wild and untamed that I even jerked off to your pile of dirty panties.” I flood her with information. She should be scared of me but all I see is desire when I look into her eyes. She’s my perfect woman, shocked but accepting of every part of me.

“I knew that was you,” she whispers. More to herself than to me, but I acknowledge it nonetheless.

“I know, I saw your freak out.”

“I did not freak out,” she objects.

“Whatever you say, love.” I turn her away from me and place the scarf over her eyes. It’s kind of a thin material so I double it up on itself before tying it behind her head. I turn her back around to face me.

“No peeking, little siren,” I state firmly and she nods. Then I slowly pull my mask off, tossing it onto the bed to my right. I wait for her scream of betrayal once she realizes it’s me, her knight in shining armour, but it never comes. She stands there, patiently waiting for whatever I have planned for her.

It’s otherworldly to see her without a screen of mesh between us. With my right hand still around her neck I pull her to me as I crash my lips onto hers. My other hand wraps around her waist, steadying her as I ravage her mouth. I’m never going to get enough of her. She opens for me and her tongue gently strokes against mine. A growl works its way up my chest but I force it down. I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and lightly tug it. She fucking moans for me and I need to pull away before I make a mess in my pants. I kiss down her jaw, and pepper kisses along her neck. I stop to catch my breath and move my hand down from her throat to the centre of her chest. Bending her back over my arm that’s still wrapped around her. Her back is arched and it puts her perfect tits on display. My fingers trail gently down her sternum and below her bust. I cup her breast in my hand and roll her nipple between my thumb and finger. I’m enamoured by her. The way her body comes alive because of me inflates my ego like nothing else.

“Ghost…” she whines. The second my endearment passes her lips, I bend down and suck her nipple into my mouth. Hard. She cries out as I gently tug with my teeth and soothe the sting away with my tongue. Kissing my way back up to her neck as I run my hand down her body to her thigh, moving lower to grip her behind the knee. I hike her leg up around my hip and grind my cock into her clit. She lets out the most beautiful moan of pleasure, it’s music to my ears.

“You sing so beautifully for me, little siren,” I taunt. She’s rubbing her cunt on my cock desperate for a release and I can’t get enough of the sight. I snake my arm under her ass and pick her up, moving to lay her back on the bed.

“Spread your legs for me,” I demand. She hesitates for a moment, but then her legs fall open, exposing herself to me.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” I run my fingers through her slit, spreading her wetness and circling her bundle of nerves over and over, waiting for an answer.

“Yes,” her response comes out as a whisper but I catch it. I thrust two fingers inside her. She cries out at the sudden intrusion, her pussy constricting my fingers.

“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.