Page 96 of Ghost Hunted

By the time I’ve come again, thick ropes of my seed coating her backside, she’s stopped licking a long time ago. Her face is lying against my boot, her whole body trembling and slick with sweat.

“Alright, baby.” I pull her up in my arms, my three orgasms having at last taken the edge off my frustration. “You’ve been a very good girl. I’m proud of you.”

She looks up at me, her eyes hopeful. “Do I get to come now?”

I smirk. “I already told you. No coming for you, ever again.” I put her gently into bed then get in beside her and cradle her to me. “And you know I don’t lie.”

“No, I don’t.” She knows exactly what she’s doing as she wiggles her ass against my cock. “You’ve lied an awful lot.”

“Hmm.” I kiss her nape. “Maybe I have.”

“You’re always going back on promises too.”

“Am I, baby?” I capture her earlobe between my teeth and tug it. “What promises have I ever gone back on?”

“Well, you said you’d never forgive me.” She sighs. “You have forgiven me, haven’t you, Logan?”

I hug her to me tightly. “Yeah, Lia. I have. Have you forgiven me?”

“We-e-ll… maybe I will. If you let me come.”

“Naughty girl.” I bite down on a laugh. “Fine. I will… in nineteen days.”

“Nineteen days?” she gasps.

“You should be grateful it’s not nineteen years. Say thank you, brat.”

She closes her eyes, grumbling. “Whatever, asshole.”

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“Chocolate cake for my baby,” I murmur, rousing Lia with a kiss.

Her neck still shows red angry marks from the collar, and when she blinks at me, her green eyes foggy, a sudden pang of anxiety nearly cripples me.

But a moment later, she rubs the sleep from her eyes, and I let out a breath of relief when I realize she’s just tired.

It’s not late, but I guess our session tired her out. Well, good—I’m glad I still have it in me.

She glares at me, then down at my crotch. “My neck is sore, my nipples are sore, every single part of me is sore. You’re not fucking me again. Not unless you let me come.”

I smirk, the last of my nervousness abruptly giving way to something a lot harsher. “Look at you, trying to make demands. Don’t worry, I’m all fucked out. But if I did want to use you, I would. And I’d play with your little pussy until you cried from frustration. I won’t, but I could, because I’m a hell of a lot stronger than you. Don’t you forget that.”

She looks down at her hands, her green eyes hidden from me behind her long eyelashes, and my heart squeezes with remorse. I don’t know why I’m like this, loving one minute, cruel the next.

“Come here, you,” I murmur, my voice a lot softer. “I only wanted to bring you dessert. See? I always keep my promises.”

I can tell she wants to object to those words, but she bites down on her tongue. I sit her between my thighs on the bed and open the box.

“I also got carrot cake, cheesecake and red velvet. I know they’re all your favorites. Which one would you take with you if you were stuck on a desert island?”

“I don’t know, Logan,” she mumbles in a weary voice.

“You’d have to take one of them, no?” I prompt. “You have such a sweet tooth, I can’t imagine you’d survive very long without dessert.”

“I’ve survived for nineteen years without any.” She sighs when I bring up a spoonful of cake, but swallows it all the same.

“What have you been doing all those years, baby?” I ask, rubbing her back. “What were your days like? Did you have a job? Hobbies? Tell me. I want to know everything.”