Page 93 of Ghost Hunted

Well, not all of it. Just enough of it that it makes my cock ache.

“Uh huh. You can always try to leave, at any rate.”

“The bars are sawed off. You can’t lock me in anymore.”

“Oh, can’t I?” I grab the chain connected to the collar and snap it around her neck before she has time to react. Then I grab the handcuffs, also connected to the bars of the cage, and put them around her wrists just as a flow of curse words leave her lips.

“Still want to leave?”

“Asshole! You’re an asshole, Logan!”

“I know.” I take a step back, admiring my work. The chain isn’t very long, and the handcuffs mean she’s almost flush against the bars. But it’s still not enough. I want her even more helpless.

I grab other cuffs from the wide assortment the cage-maker left. These ones are bigger, meant to go around the thighs and the middle.

“Get on your knees.”

“Absolutely not! I won’t!”

I see her pussy glisten, and her tits are as stiff as ever. But I try to ignore the signs that some part of her wants it. It’s a lot more fun to pretend she doesn’t.

“Get on your knees,” I insist, pushing down on her shoulders until she has no choice but to obey. “You remember the word, don’t you?” I add after a beat.

Her scowl and the lips she’s pressed together tell me she does.

Relieved at her silence, I cuff her thighs to the bars and place another cuff around her middle.

Now, she’s just as I like her: helpless on her knees for me.

“Open your mouth,” I order, unzipping my fly and fisting my cock in my hand.

“No!”

I squeeze her cheeks open with one hand, the other one pulling on the chain that connects her neck to the bars, and yank it to me. Now she really is pressed against her prison bars, and she can’t do a thing but take my cock as I stuff it in her mouth.

Oh, fuck.

For all her resistance, she does her very best to take me once I’m inside, opening wide and sucking me. Though she barely has time to because of how hard I drive into her, each thrust hitting the back of her throat.

Soon, tears are leaking out of her eyes, wetting her face, and to make sure they’re the kind that last, I bring my free hand—the one not holding the chain—to her tits, and torture them in rhythm to my thrusting.

She’s so sexy like this, her face going from red to purple as tears shine on her cheeks, and her tits take on a puffy, angry appearance.

It takes all the energy I have to make the pleasure last before I coat the back of her throat with my seed.

In the past, I would have been pissed off at having come already, before having had time to use her other holes. But I have a lot of orgasms to make up for. I get hard again in the time it takes to free her of her restraints and flip her around.

“Make me come,” she begs.

I smack her ass hard, then start tying her up again so she’s just as helplessly on her knees as before, but this time, her ass faces me.

It’s a nice fucking ass, too.

“You’re perfect,” I breathe, running my hands over her.

“I’m… I’m old and fat,” she whimpers.

“I’m going to punish you if I hear those words out of your mouth again.”