The Ghost: Mafia Romance

Chapter 15

The next morning, my belly is hurting over how much Ice cream I ate last night. I don't even remember how long I cried for.

I just know it had been well into the night when I finally ran out of ice cream, and that had only caused me to cry more.

The emotions rushing through my body were too much for me to take. I knew I was supposed to be downstairs right now, sitting at the dining room table, and waiting like a good girl for Ghost, but f**k him.

After what he did to me last night, I'm not in the mood to play sweet obedient s*x slave.

I'm laying in my bed and bundled up like a burrito, when I suddenly heard my door being swung open.

I jerked upwards and when I did, my eyes landed on a very pissed off Ghost storming into my room, a cold snarl already on his lips.

“It seeks you have forgotten the rules while I was away, my little slave,” he growled, and walked closer to my bed, causing my pulse to spike.

“I didn't forget,” I mumbled and laid back down in my bed, and used the blanket to cover my face.

I don't want to see him, I can't get the images of his d**k being forced into my mouth, and for some reason, I'm feeling very uncomfortable, and self-conscious.

“You will f*****g learn to obey your master,” he snarled, and I felt his muscular arms wrapping around my body. My blanket was tossed off my body, and he picked me up. “Your first lesson starts now, slave,” he whispered dangerously.

Ghost carried me out of my bedroom, down the hall, dug a key out of his pants pocket, unlocked the door, opened it, and once we were inside, he shoved it closed with his foot.

“I'm a sadist, sweetheart. You should know that. I'll make you bleed, cry, but if you're a good girl for me, no punishments are necessary, “He said, biting his bottom lip and staring down at my body.

“So you want to hurt me?” I asked when I'm finally able to get enough breath in my lungs. I rushed the question out. I mean, I saw 50 Shades of Grey a while back, but I don't believe it's the same thing.

“Yes, your tears will give me a lot of pleasure, but I promise you, I'll take care of you afterward,” he whispers. “If you can give me your submission, I will make your life here a pleasant one. Only if you give me what I need, though.”

“Now. We'll have a set of rules while we are in this room,” he growls as he takes my hand in his, leading me deeper into the room.

“We are the only ones permitted to enter this room. We shall call it our fun room.”

This is a fun room? It appears to be a hellish environment in which I will perish.

As he drags me to the bed, my eyes widened as I notice a wall full of whips and chains. That's all I get to see before he shoves me onto the bed and takes a seat next to me.

“When I am in the mood to play, I will refer to you as my slut or my w***e, and you will run into this bedroom and be waiting for me on your knees.” He grins and moans as if the very thought is turning him on.

Asshole.

“Naked. You are to strip your clothing off and wait for me naked. While we are in this room, you will address me as master. Are the rules clear so far?” He asked me as he scoots his body closer, pressing his chest into my arm and pushes his head into my neck, licking up slowly.

I wish to yell f**k no, they're not clear, dig my claws into his eyes and tear them out, scream, and cuss at him until I can't anymore, but I can't. If I hope to make it out alive, I'll have to play it smart, which means I'll have to let Ghost do everything he wants to gain his trust.

“Yes, m-master” I whispered out once I gained my composure.

“Good girl. Now here is the rule I need you to remember the most. If I ask if you are okay, you are to say green if you can take what I'm doing, but if you believe it's too much, say red, and I'll stop” he explained while running his fingers down my arm.

“Yes, master” I mumble out.

“Excellent. Now pretend I have just called you my w***e, and I'm coming into the room,” he grunts, scooting over away from me, making the bed suddenly rock my body, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Let's begin” He snaps when I don't get up.

Slowly, I rise from the bed and walk to the center of the room.

My hands go to my dress and I feel them shaking as I take the edge between my fingertips, taking a deep breath, I raise it over my head until I'm standing there in my bra.

This is so humiliating.

“Good start, baby girl. Hold your shoulders straight up, don't slouch.” He snarls loudly, making me quickly push my shoulders back, holding my body straight up.

“Sorry Master” I whisper out, trying hard not to grind my teeth in aggression.

“You're still learning. Now bow your head and submit to me slut” he grunts while standing up from the bed heading to one of the walls. I bow my head, so I don't see which wall he is heading towards.

Did he just call me baby girl?

A few seconds later, I felt a leather piece passing across my shoulder blade, causing my breathing to come to a hold from fear.

“W-what?” I question what that is, but his loud growl cuts me off quick. I don't want to keep on pissing him off.

“Be a good little slut and shut the f**k up!” He growls hard, pushing that leather thing down into my skin, feeling the force of it push down on my shoulder, and it goes down a bit.

“This is a whip” he moans as he drags the leather down my back, using the tip to slide my hair over my shoulder, “From now on you are to wear your hair in a ponytail. You will find those in your bathroom” he informed me.

“Yes master” I rush out, feeling the goose bumps covering my body.

“Stand up and face me slut” he drawls out hard and takes the whip away from my back.

I quickly follow his demand, happy to be getting off my knees, so I can see what he is doing. Turning around, I realize he has taken his shirt off and is just wearing his jeans.

Why am I finding this hot?

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Bow your head!” He snaps, and I watch the anger flashing in his eyes, scaring me, so I push my head down looking at the floor.

“Very good. You submit so beautifully” he murmurs out, dragging the whip up my stomach, just stopping at the bottom of my boobs and smirks.

“Are you ready for your master to show his slut how he likes it?” He moans, as he flicks that leather tip against my right n****e.

“Yes - Yes master” I say in a bitter voice, hating that my body is responding this way towards his rough treatment.

“Slide your panties down your leg” he runs the tip of the leather slowly down my chest, stopping a few inches from my pantie line.

“Yes master,” I whimpered leaning down, and pushed my panties down my leg and stood back up straight.

“Good little w***e,” murmuring softly, he drags the whips tip down to my p***y, slides it between my legs, rubbing it against my lips.

“Walk to the edge of the bed. Lay your palms down flat on it and arch your ass out. Back facing me”

“Yes master” heading to the edge of the bed, my fear is threatening to resurface as I lay my palms down.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching me makes my thoughts wonder about what he will do next. The goose bumps creep over my body; does he keep it frigid in here on purpose? It's so chilly in here that I feel like my n*****s could cut through anything right now, and it's not because I'm turned on, well maybe a little.

Feeling him place that leather tip against my back almost makes my legs buckle from how nervous I am. I know what he is about to do. I think he is about to whip me with it.

“I know I gave you a safe word, but you will not be allowed to use it tonight. Tonight our first time together and I'm just going to give you a piece of how our life will be like together” he whispers, feeling his lips' barely touching my ear.

No f*****g safe word?

But that's what I would use if I wanted him to stop. Is he implying that he won't stop now even if I say Red? Suddenly, the sharp bite of the leather slaps against my ass cheeks. My body rocked forward, almost falling flat on the bed.

“When we are down here you will f*****g pay attention to what I f*****g say,” snarling out, he slams that tip hard against my ass, causing a loud whimper to rush out my lips.

“So-sorry, m-a-master” I cry out, feeling welts begging to form across my ass cheeks. Oh s**t, I must not have been paying attention when I was fussing about not having a safe word.

“You're not sorry yet, my beautiful w***e,” he grunts, slamming that whip across my ass, making me cry even louder this time. My butt begins to sting; if he continues to hit me so hard, I will be unable to sit down.

Several more hits to my ass has my legs giving out and my body falling down on the bed, unable to hold myself up anymore as the pain rushes through my body. He said he would hurt me and I believe him now, my legs are too weak to stand from how hard his bringing that whip down.

Grabbing my hair hard, dragging my body up, he forces me to stay up off the bed while his fingers dig harder into my hair, pulling at my scalp. He brings that whip down hard again, and I feel the first drops of tears running down my cheeks.

He must have sensed that I'm crying because he slowly turns my body to face him, and I can see the pleasure wash across his face as he watches the tears stream out of my eyes onto my cheeks.

“You're so f*****g beautiful when you cry,” murmuring softly, he brought his fingers to my cheeks, wiped the tears off my face. My eyes widened as I watched him bring his fingers to his mouth, licking my tears off his fingers.

This man must really like tears to actually taste them.

Part of me is so mad that I'm allowing this to happen to me, but I know what will happen if I fight this man. He is not violent outside this bedroom, just a mouth running, threat handing, asshole.

“Turn around, face the bed again. Seeing your tears has made my d**k the hardest it's ever been. I knew you would be a good w***e for me slave,” he snarled and didn't even wait for me to turn myself. He drops the whip, pushes me down hard on the bed, and I hear his pants dropping to the floor before he presses his d**k against my ass cheeks.

“I'm going to f**k you so hard my slut and even if your mind doesn't want to, your body will have no choice but to come with the pleasure and the pain I'm about to give you,” he whispers coldly, keeps one hand pressed down hard on my back keeping me flat down on the bed, and shoves his hard d**k inside my p***y without warning. A loud scream flies from my mouth as the pain of him stretching me around him becomes too much.

My body wants nothing more than to push this man out of me, but I can't, he keeps a grip on my back as he continues shoving himself in and out of me, his hips pinning my hips hard down on the bed making me trapped beneath him.

After a few seconds, he removed his palm, but only to bring it to my hips and pull my ass up further into his hard d**k off the bed.

He slips his hand between my body and the bed, dragging his fingers along my p***y lips, feeling how much my body is betraying me right now by becoming wet for him.

“Such a good little slut for me. All wet with the need to come” he grunts, speeds up his thrust. His fingers land on my c**t, pinching it hard, making pleasure shoot through my body. I closed my eyes and moaned desperately as I felt myself coming apart around his d**k.

My tears of frustration at my body's betrayal are soaking the sheet beneath my face as I fight to keep my mouth closed, not wanting to f*****g moan out as I come around him.

“f**k, I can feel you coming apart for me. So tight, so wet,” he growls, shoves himself deep inside me, and I feel him coming. He begins to pump his hips slowly, his warm come overflowing my small hole, before laying across my back, and breathing hard.

“When I first saw you, I knew you would make the perfect slut,” he whispers against the back of my neck before kissing it.

He slides his now softening d**k out of me and pulls me off the bed. “Let's go take a warm bath, and I'll clean you up,” he said, pulled me up into his arms, and carried me into the bathroom.