Ghost POV
I set the rhythm first with nothing but my voice. I tell her when to breathe. I tell her when to hold. I tell her when I want her to look at me and when I want her eyes closed so she can feel everything with no defenses left. I don’t push for depth at the start; I draw it out, testing the give and the limits, reading every small change in her throat and shoulders and breath. I praise her when she follows, warn her when she rushes, make her wait when she tries to take without permission.
“Slow,” I say quietly. “Earn it.”
She obeys, and it wrecks me more than anything reckless ever could.
When I finally tighten my grip in her hair, it isn’t punishment, it’s direction. I pull her closer, set a deeper cadence, and keep her there with the firmness of a man who knows exactly what h
