Page 95 of Ghost Hunted

I walk around, entering the cage and stopping in front of her. “Lick.”

“I… can’t.” She tries to bend down, but she’s tied too tightly to the bars, and all she succeeds in doing is make her chains rattle.

She’s so fucking sexy with her arms over her head, her tits red from my earlier treatment, her knees spread, her pussy wet. It’s a shame to untie her, but I do want to watch her lick my boot.

So I free her, though I leave the collar with its chain around her neck. I pull her down with it, and she lands an inch above my shoe.

“Go on.”

Wrinkling her nose, she parts her lips and slips her tongue out hesitantly. Then she licks up the trickle of cum from my shoe.

“Good girl. Might as well clean the whole shoe since you’re already down there.”

She glares up at me, but I tug on her chain again, and she slowly begins to lick long stripes over my left shoe.

I crouch down on a knee, finding her wet pussy with a hand and toying with it.

She pauses, grabbing onto my shoe with her hands and arching her ass up for me.

“Keep going. Don’t stop licking until I let you.”

She’s forgotten all about her disgust as she goes back to licking, and I reward her by rubbing circles around her clit until I’ve got her bucking frantically against me.

“That’s enough, now,” I say, pulling my fingers away.

She lets out a cry. “Please, please! I was about to come!”

“But my shoe is clean.” I grin. “You can clean the other one now.”

I shift positions, and she wrinkles her nose again at the grime she’s going to once more have to lick away.

“Well? Go on.” I smack her pussy and she squeaks in startled pain.

“Asshole!”

“Careful now.” I punish her with several more hard, wet smacks. “I’m the one holding the chain, remember?”

I tug her down toward my boot until her nose is pressed against it, then stroke her upper thighs, keeping away from her pussy until she gives in and tentatively licks my boot.

“How the hell do you get your shoes so dirty?”

“It’s all the blood, piss and shit I spend my time walking around in.”

She gags.

“Just kidding. Only blood. Keep licking.”

Still looking green, she goes back to licking, and I reward her with more touching. Only now, I don’t rub her clit anymore. I merely toy at her folds, in a way that I can tell drives her frantic.

“Logan! I want to come!”

“Why are you talking instead of licking? You’re not going to come, baby. I already told you so. Naughty girls with bazookas don’t get to come. Now, are you going to be my good girl and keep licking my shoe anyway while I edge the fuck out of you? Or are you going to pout until I have to take you over my knee? Both options sound good to me.”

I don’t know if both options also sound good to her, or if they both sound terrible, but whatever the case, she hesitates for a long while before going back to licking my boot.

“Good girl.” I reward her by doing just what I promised—edging her. Playing with her pussy until she gets just a little too close to orgasm, before pulling away.

Meanwhile, I pump my own cock in my free hand, groaning at how fucking hot she looks with her face against my boot and her ass sky-high, desperately riding my hand.