Page 57 of Ghost Hunted

“Logan. Logan. Logan!” The last word leaves her mouth in a shriek as I shove my cock between her cheeks, forcing my way past the ring of muscle that seems to have grown even smaller than before.

“It hurts, Logan. It hurts!”

Tears drench her cheeks as I hold her to me. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. The worst is done. I’m inside you. Now, you’re just going to have to take it. I need to hurt you, baby. I need to fucking hurt you. Is it red?”

“N-no, Logan…”

“It’ll be over soon, baby. Take it like a good girl. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? The more you tense, the more it’ll hurt. But you can stay tense, baby. I don’t mind if it hurts.”

Her body is tense, and I can only imagine how painful it must be after all these years. But I can’t help it; I’m only human. I sink into my selfishness, knowing that each of my thrusts sends pain through her. Which only makes me thrust harder.

At last she sags against the mattress. She’s not really enjoying it, I think, but she’s submitting to it, letting me use her body. Or maybe part of her is enjoying it—I wrap my hand around her and realize her pussy is wetter than before.

“You’re my little pain slut, aren’t you?” I coo in her ear.

“Ahhh… Logan… don’t stop…”

“I don’t want you to enjoy it,” I growl in her ear. “I want to hurt you.”

I leave her pussy to latch onto her nipple with my good hand, and pinch it. She howls, and I drive into her harder, pinning her to the bed with the full weight of my body so all she can do is take it.

“It hurts… fuck… it hurts so good!”

Those words push me over the edge. My balls tighten, and then I feel my full load gush into her. I fall on top of her and wrap my arms around her helpless body. “Yes,” I murmur. “I think I am going to keep you like this.”

I twist her around, the cuff on her leg having just enough give to let me. Then I kiss both her nipples, one of them a deep red, the other one barely pink. “Too bad I only have one good hand. I’ve neglected your left tit, baby.”

She closes her eyes, tears shining on her cheeks, and I hungrily lap them up. “I don’t know if I prefer your hands behind your back—they do make your tits pop out—or over your head, the way you used to keep them. I like you kneeling on the ground with your arms up. Don’t you, baby?”

She opens her eyes, fog dulling her usually sparkling contact lenses.

“Didn’t you like it when you used to kneel on the ground while I tortured your tits, brat?” I insist. “Hmm? Or do you prefer being my good girl?”

“Uhm…” She licks her dry lips. “Uhm, sorry…”

“Yes, ghost girl?”

“Sorry.” She squeezes her eyes shut, then opens them once again. “I’m very sorry. Who are you?”

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Logan

“Lia,” I murmur, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “Lia, don’t you remember me?”

She blinks, not answering, but I can tell she has no idea. I’ve lost her.

Fuck!

“Baby, shh. It’s okay. I’m going to fix you.” I squeeze her to me, my heart racing so fast I think I’m going to be sick. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Her body is slack in my arms… until it isn’t. She tenses all over.

“Lia, it’s me. Who am I? Who do you belong to?”

“Let go of me. Let go of me!”

She squirms out of my hold, then desperately writhes around the mattress like a maniac. She fights her bonds, the metal cuffs digging into her wrists. I quickly untie my belt from her leg, but she barely notices, continuing to flail helplessly.