Page 33 of Ghost Hunted

“I…”

“You better not have.” Smack. “I won’t blame you if you have.” Smack. “But you’d better believe I will hunt any fucker down who’s ever touched you…” Smack. “And I will chop them up into pieces.” Smack. “Hear me?”

“Aah!” I writhe around under his blows, trying to escape the hand that’s now spanking me in earnest. He pulls me so I’m lying across his lap, but it’s only so he can continue the punishment.

“Logan… fuck!”

“Does it matter to you now? Hmm?”

“Ahh! Yes, Logan, yes!”

“That’s right. You crying yet, ghost girl?”

Smack.

“Ahhh!”

“You can still say red, baby,” he reminds me.

I bury my head in my hands again. By now, my cheeks are numb, but still he doesn’t stop. The punishment has grown frantic, years of agony pouring out into each blow. And it helps me too. I’m awake now, fully awake, and the pain and numbness on my skin somehow soothe the pain and numbness in my heart.

The loud sobs I hear in the quiet night are mine, but I don’t realize it until Logan pulls me up so that I’m sitting in his lap, huddled against his chest while my burning ass rubs against his… stiffness.

“Shh, ghost girl. Shh, it’s okay.”

I can feel him grow even harder as he licks up each of my tears, then runs his tongue over the trails they’ve left. And then, he kisses me again, and I taste the saltiness of my pain.

“I love you, Lia. I always have. I always will. No grave can change that.”

“I was never with anyone else, Logan.”

“I know that, baby. I just needed a good reason to spank you. Now it’s better. And it’s going to keep getting better. I’m going to spank the pain right out of us both.”

As he speaks, he twists my nipples again in a way that he probably views as affectionate, but hurts like hell.

“I’m going to pinch that place on your ass,” he adds.

I manage to bite down on a fold of his shirt just as his fingers find the flesh that still holds the memory of what he did to it all those years ago. And then he pinches, sending searing pain through my bruised ass.

“Now, tell me who owns you, ghost girl.”

“You… you do! Ow! Fuck! You do!”

“Good girl.”

I whimper loudly when he at last lets go, before pushing me back down onto my back.

“What… what are you doing?” I gasp as he parts my legs, and I feel his face against my pussy.

I think I know what he’s doing but… it feels so strange. So strange, after all this time. I think I must have been sleeping down there.

“Logan, I…”

“Shh. I’m going to lick the cobwebs away. Be a good girl, now.”

Yet again, I hide my blushing face behind my hands as I feel him lick a wet stripe over my slit.

“Oh, god, Logan…”