A roar erupts from his chest, and his cock twitches. Licking the tip of his crown, I savor the taste of him, until he plunges himself into the back of my throat. Repeatedly. Gagging on his thickness, I bob my head, meeting his thrusts, while Michael continues his merciless strokes, grinding his hips against me.
“What are we going to do with you now, little Quinn?” Ghost sadistically questions, tossing a rope onto the bed beside us. “Tie her up.”
Jason withdraws himself from my mouth, and secures the rope around my wrists, binding me tight. Michael lifts me, adjusts me into a new position, and pins my tied wrists over my head. Once he secures the rope onto a hook built into the headboard, I know I’m in for it.
I’ve never felt so defenseless, although this is better than anything I could have asked for. Tonight, I chose to be reckless, and here I am, getting used and tossed around like a ragdoll by two men at the same time.
Finally, my darkest fantasies are being brought to life.
Until my eyes scan the room, and I realize Ghost is nowhere in sight.
Chapter 10
Michael unties the rope from around my wrists, and my skin feels raw. No matter how badly I wanted to find my release for them, I held it back. As incredible as it was to experience multiple men, and to act out on my fantasies, there’s only one man on my mind.
Ghost.
My bare feet are quiet against the hardwood floor as I make my way into his room. Darkness welcomes me, except for the faintest amount of light from the full moon shining in through the window. His bed is huge, king-size, and the ceiling is high. The walls are painted dark, and the space around us feels bare, until the large bookshelf in the corner stands out.
The sound of running water catches me off guard, and there’s a bright light shining through the slight crack of another door from across the room. Peeking into the bathroom, I begin to second-guess myself, until the urge of needing to see him grows stronger.
He’s the one I truly want.
The thin wall of glass from the shower showcases the perfect outline of his masculine frame. Steam and warmth take up the small space around us. Gently shutting the door behind me, sweat beads at the side of my head.
My clothes drop to the cold, tile floor, pooling at my feet. Sliding my fishnet stockings down my waist, thighs, and legs, I’m now completely naked.
Ghost sticks his head out of the shower, and his eyes widen with desire when he sees me. He stands there, fingers gripping the edge of the thin glass wall, completely motionless. A burning passion ignites in his eyes, and there’s a magnetic pull between us, drawing us together.
“Get over here, little Quinn,” he breathes sharply.
Taking me into his arms, he brings me into the shower, moving us under the stream of uncomfortably hot water. When suddenly, my heart sinks. A dark, red substance drips from his disheveled hair, staining the water red at our feet, before it washes down the drain.
Blood. So much blood.
How did I not notice sooner? How was I so oblivious?
Placing a finger beneath my chin, he lifts my gaze from the blood-stained water, and my eyes meet his.
“You did this, for me,” I weakly let out. “What did you do to them, Ghost?”
“Na?ve, little Quinn. I’d sell my soul for you.” Gripping my hips, he brings me close, as his large, thick erection twitches against my stomach. “If I had one.”
Leaning down, he brushes his lips on mine, taking my face between his rough hands. The heat from his body sends a shiver down my spine, and I lean into him, my fingertips grazing his chest. Resting my arms over his broad shoulders, my fingers glide through his wet hair, as his hands explore the curves of my ribs, hips, and lower back.
He catches my moan in his mouth, and his gentle touch turns to groping, and grabbing. He kisses me hard, demandingly. Moving me backward, he presses my back to the cold wall of the shower. He explores every inch of my body, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his fingertips.
His tongue pushes through the seam of my lips, and he explores my mouth hungrily. Breathing heavily. Cupping his large hands over my ass, he thrusts his hips against me. Stifling a moan at his lips, I grip his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, my breasts pressed firmly against his chest.
“Fuck,” he moans, trailing his lips to my jaw, and down to my throat.
Ghost trails his hand up my spine, grasping the back of my neck, as he sucks, licks, and grazes his teeth on my sensitive flesh. He cups my breast with his hand, squeezing gently, tracing my nipple with his thumb.
He leans down, taking the puckered bud between his lips, and the warmth of his mouth almost brings me to my knees. Twirling and flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue, he groans loudly against my skin, devouring me.