Page 117 of Ghost Hunted

“I haven’t. You’re not in a cage.”

“I am. The worst kind of cage.” She wipes at the tears on her face and I let her, even though I wish I could lick them away. “The kind that’s invisible, so I can’t even break out of it.”

“Okay, Lia.” I sigh, hesitating a beat, but her thick ass sitting on my knees, clad only in panties, prevents me from feeling bad for too long. “I promise I’ll let you out regularly. I can take you on walks. Like a cute little puppy. I’ll even get you a leash and everything.”

What the fuck is wrong with me for taunting her like that when I set out to comfort her? And worse, getting turned on by it?

But we’re two kinds of fucked-up, because even as fresh tears spill from her eyes, she squirms in my lap.

“What do you want from me, Lia?” I breathe, stroking up and down her thighs, and her squirming intensifies. “How can I make my little caged ghost feel free?”

“You can’t. I don’t want to feel free. I want to be free.”

I lick up her neck, kissing her under her earlobe, while my hand alternates rubbing her lower stomach and upper thighs. “I’ll let you have anything short of that. Anything in the whole world. Just tell me.”

At last she lets out a long, shuddering sigh. “Fine. Then I guess… make me come.”

The knot in my stomach dissolves just a bit, even though I know this isn’t over. For all her brattiness, my girl has a submissive side to her. But underneath is hard steel. Freedom is important to her, and she won’t give in.

I’m just as stubborn, though, and I’m determined to win this battle of wills. I’m going to tame her.

I push her down abruptly so her stomach slides over my lap.

“I don’t want a spanking, Logan,” she protests. “I want to come.”

“I only let well-spanked girls come,” I tease, running my hand over the swell of her ass. She wiggles it enticingly as she tries to get away, and I slap it hard.

“Logan!”

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get your orgasm. Just let me have some fun first.”

I hike up her long shirt, taking in her thick curves that strain the flimsy fabric of her cotton panties. I rip those off and go back to stroking her ass, pinching and kneading it until she moans.

Her legs part, and I can just make out the wetness between them. I rub my fingers up and down her thighs, just avoiding the place that I can tell she’s aching for me to touch.

“You know, what I can’t understand,” I murmur, sliding a finger over her crack and causing her cheeks to jiggle as she tries once more to escape my touch, “is how a girl with such a thick ass as you can keep disappearing.”

“Logan!” she snaps, before moaning loudly when I go back to teasing the skin around her pussy.

“Seriously, it defies the laws of physics. There’s just so much matter here…” I grab both her ass cheeks and squeeze them together before parting them, enjoying the way her flesh wobbles, and she hides her face in her hands. “You shouldn’t be able to just disappear in thin air. At the very least, your ass should remain.”

“I know I’m fat,” she groans. “You don’t have to rub it in.”

My answer to her words is a dozen hard smacks that leave her gasping. “You’re beautiful, Lia. And your ass is fucking magnificent, that’s what it is. If I could spend the rest of my life with my cock inside it, I’d die happy. And that’s the truth.”

“Well, I guess I don’t have a choice in the matter, since you’ll be keeping me in your cage,” she grumbles.

I know she means to make me feel guilty, but she only succeeds in making my cock harder.

“That’s right, Lia. That’s fucking right. Now, do bratty captives get lube or should we do it dry?”

“Logan!” She tries again to scurry away, but I keep a firm grip on her ass cheeks, pushing her down on the mattress and straddling her thighs.

“Your invisible cage doesn’t have a door,” I tell her, leaning over to catch the bottle of lube on the nightstand, “but it does have a window. Now, you know the way to open it. Red still works.”

“Asshole.”

I squirt the cool gel on her, before taking out my cock and fisting it. “Asshole? Or red?”