Page 119 of Ghost Hunted

Well, whatever.

I grab the tray and bring it back to the bedroom, where Lia has hurried into a sitting position.

“Uh uh. Get back on your stomach.”

She looks pissed off, but she doesn’t hesitate to do what I ask, and I can tell that for all her apparent bad mood, she’s just as turned on as I am.

I place the tray on one side of the bed, sit so my back is resting against the headboard, and pull her so she’s once more lying over my knees.

“How much longer do I have to wait for my orgasm?”

“That depends. How good do you want it to be?”

She doesn’t answer, stuffing her face in her arms and wiggling her ass at me as if daring me to do my worst.

Well, that’s definitely what I’m planning to do. And what I’ll do every time she brings up freedom.

I grab a particularly thick, gnarly root, and press it against her asshole.

“Ohh… fuck! What is that? Logan, what are you doing?”

Her head bolts up and she tries to twist around to see, but I keep a steadying hand on her back. “Shh. Don’t worry, Lia. I’m just stuffing my little captive, like I said I would. This isn’t as big as my cock. You can take it.”

I push the ginger gently into her, twisting it until she jerks around uncomfortably.

“Ow. Your cock doesn’t have so many… bumps and ridges. And don’t flatter yourself. That ginger is about ten times larger than your tiny, microscopic… fuck!”

I slam the rest of the root in with a hard smack to the back of it, and she whines.

“How does it feel?”

“It hurts!”

“And now?”

“Uhm…” She closes her eyes, wriggling her ass again. “Uhm… kind of nice, actually. Warm.”

“Hmm.” I lay her on her back, parting her thighs. “See? I take good care of my caged pet. Now, since you’re being such a good girl for me, I’m going to make you come.”

“Fucking finally,” she groans, lying back expectantly, before bolting back up when I push an ice cube into her pussy. “Fuck, Logan! What the fuck!”

“Shh, baby.” I stroke her pussy, watching as icy drops of water trickle out. “How does that feel? An icy pussy and a burning hot…”

“It’s not burning hot,” she corrects me, before her face flames. “Oh, shit! Logan! It burns! What the hell?”

She writhes around desperately, trying to remove the root, but I pin her hands to her side, bending down to lick her cunt. She moans, followed by a gasp when I stuff another ice cube in her pussy and wiggle the root inside her ass.

“Logan, I can’t… oh, fuck… it burns… it’s so cold… oh, fuck!”

“You know how to make it stop,” I breathe, sucking in her cold clit as she writhes around helplessly.

“I don’t… I can’t…” Tears stream down her face as I start eating her out in earnest, sucking on her clit and licking long stripes up and down her pussy, stopping every so often to stuff more ice inside her and twist the ginger root in her ass.

It takes a very long time for her to start climbing toward an orgasm, but I keep up my licking and sucking until I have her screaming, and I can tell it’s one of the best she’s ever had.

“Okay. Okay, please take it out of me now,” she sobs.

I ignore her, catching her clit between my teeth, and forcing another painful orgasm out of her.