#ghost cod reader

Every year on your birthday, Simon Riley takes you out. 

He buys you dinner, takes you to whatever movie you’ve been hinting at, and even takes you to get that sweet treat you like, despite it being something “far too sweet” for him.

He’s charming the whole night, making you laugh with his bad dad jokes and making you feel special in that way only he can. It’s like the whole evening has been designed just with you in mind.

He even wears that one shirt you got him that doesn’t quite feel right on his shoulders. The way it has you looking at him has his complaints quickly dying on his tongue. 

At the end of the night, he’s still the perfect gentleman as he takes you back home. He’ll settle beside you on the couch, handing another small gift that’s been wrapped with almost comical precision.

The small gifts are always a small bit of jewelry to match the previous year’s. At first it was a necklace, then a bracelet, then a couple of charms for the bracelet.

This year, it’s earrings.

They’re simple and elegant in a way that feels personal. They match your other pieces without being part of a set. It’s like he’s building something every year with each piece he adds.

You already wore the necklace and bracelet with all the charms tonight, anticipation buzzing in your chest to see the newest addition put on.

“Go on, love,” he encourages with that deep, warm tone that just does things to you. “Lets see it all together.” 

You don’t even try to hide your excitement as your hurry to your room. Standing in front of your mirror, you carefully fasten each earring.

When you turn your head, you notice just how well they frame your face while also tying together the whole look in a way that just feels so well thought-out.

Simon always seems to know what suits you. Your chest flutters as you think about him picking out each piece, no doubt with the focused look that’s a remnant from his days in the military.

You’re stil smiling at your reflection when you hear it.

A thump.

Something shifts in the living room.

You freeze.

“Simon?” you call out. But there’s no immediate response. You wait a moment for him to call back…

But nothing.

Your pulse picks up.

Maybe he just didn’t hear. Maybe he’s taking care of those dishes you told him not to worry about, or tossing the wrapping paper away and you just can’t hear each other.

“Simon?” you try again, stepping into the hallway so your voice carries better.

Still nothing.

A slow, prickling unease crawls down your spine.

The hallways feels narrower as you move toward the living room, each step quieter than the last. You strain to hear something, but the house feels too still.

You reach the end of the hall.

A gloved hand slams over your mouth.

Your scream never makes it out, cut off before it can even form. Your body jerks instinctively, bolting backward into a broad chest that shouldn’t be there. 

The smell hits you next. Leather… gun oil….

An arm hooks around your waist. Not painful, but firm. Firm enough to let you know that you’re not getting away.

Your heart slams against your ribs as you tilt your head up to look at your captor.

A familiar skull mask stares back at you.

Ghost.

Your breath stutters against his palm. Fear and adrenaline hitting you all at once.

He tilts his head, just slightly, that predator’s assessment making his eyes glint with something sharp and amused. He lowers down slightly, getting far too close for someone who should not be in your home.

You twist instinctively. His arm tightens, locking you where he wants you.

“There she is,” he murmurs, voice rough with amusement. “The birthday girl.”

You make a small, startled sound behind his hand. He rolls your head to the side, barely anything, but just enough for him to look you over like he’s inspecting his catch.

“Thought you’d scream,” he says softly. “But you didn’t.” 

A low hum of approval vibrates in his chest. “Good. I like it when you behave.”

Heat trickles down your spine.

Slowly, he removes his hand from your mouth… only to catch your chin the next second, turning you fully toward him. 

His thumb presses under your bottom lip, tilting your face up. “Pretty tonight,” he murmurs, eyes raking over your features. “Love how you get all dolled up for him…”

His fingers slide down your throat, serving to hold you in place again.

“...But we both know I’m the one who gets to see what you look like when you’re trembling.” 

A thin, shaky breath escapes you.

Ghost steps closer, crowding you until your back eases into the wall. He doesn’t shove, never has to. His presence alone pushes you back.

Your hands lift on instinct, fingertips brushing the edge of his vest.

He catches one of your wrists immediately, pinning it above your head with little effort.

“Easy now, love,” he murmurs, his voice a dark purr. “I’ll give you what that soft little boyfriend of yours can’t.”

His voice dips evn deeper. 

“I know you wait all year for it.”

Your breaths are shaky as you just stare back at him. 

“What’s the matter, birthday girl?” he mocks softly. Cat got your tongue?”

“I… I just…” You swallow hard. “Y-you scared me.”

He chuckles, pleased with your reaction. “I know,” he says condescendingly. “Couldn’t help myself. You’re so damn cute when you jump.”

The way he’s looking at you, like he’s enjoying the fear in your eyes, makes heat curl low in your stomach.

“Now…..” His free hand drags down your side, slow and intentional. “Let’s see what he left for me to unwrap.”

Ghost’s hand drags lower, fingertips brushing the hem of your dress. He hooks one finger beneath the fabric and slowly tugs it up inch by inch, exposing your thighs. His eyes track the motion, watching your skin pebble with goosebumps in the cool air.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Such a pretty little thing.”

His hand pushes the fabric up around your waist, revealing the lace of your panties. You see the moment he spots the damp patch. There’s a faint crinkle in his eyes, showing off the smile you can’t see, but know is under that mask.

“Tell me, love…” His voice dips back into that dark purr. “Were you gettin’ this needy for him? Or is that all for me?”

His hand cups you over the thin lace, and your hips jerk up before you can stop yourself.

Ghost chuckles. “Thought so.”

His fingers press just enough to make your breath catch. “Think it’s time I gave you my present, birthday girl.”

Before you can even reply, his hands shift. One hand slides under your thighs, the other around your back. Then you’re lifted clean off the floor like you weigh nothing.

A startled gasp slips out of you. “G-Ghost!”

“That’s it,” he rumbles, adjusting his grip as he starts down the hallway. “Love that little squeak in your voice when you say my name.”

Your pulse hammers as he carries you.

“I watched you tonight,” he says, tone almost conversational. “Smilin’ at him. Pretendin’ you weren’t thinkin’ about me.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Cute.”

Your heart jumps as he turns the corner toward the bedroom.

“Don’t worry,” he adds, voice turning sinful. “You’ll get to thank him properly later.”

Your legs instinctively squeeze around him, he notices immediately, chuckling.

He pauses in the bedroom doorway, grip still firm.

“Last chance to tell me no, birthday girl.”

Your breath stutters, not because you want him to stop. But because Ghost never asks. His fingers flex against your thigh, waiting.

“Ghost…”

It comes out as a plea.

“Say what you want,” he tells you, surprisingly softly. “And I’ll give it to you.”

You swallow. “You, Ghost. I want you….”

He makes a low, satisfied sound before saying, “Atta girl.”

He steps into the room, kicks the door shut, and carries you straight to the bed. 

“Been thinkin’ about this all bloody night,” he admits. “Watched you get all dressed up, knowin’ I’d be the one to take it all off later.”

He reaches the mattress and tosses you down, watching you bounce slightly. 

You look up at him, chest rising and falling, watching the way he looms over you, heavy and hungry.

“Don’t move.”

The command leaves no room for argument.

You stay perfectly still as he shifts you into place before moving to reach something under a pillow.

A coil of satin rope. 

Your breath catches, but he pays you no mind. Instead, he starts binding your wrists with steady, practiced efficiency. The rope slides over your skin, firm but careful, before he threads it through the headboard, securing you.

“There we go.”

He tugs once, testing the hold, satisfied with how little you can move your arms.

Then his attention returns to your body.

He drags a hand up your calf, slow and deliberate. The feeling of his leather glove gliding over your skin sends shivers down your spine. 

Ghost huffs a quiet laugh, amused. “So fuckin’ easy to wind up, aren’t you, birthady girl?” 

His hand pauses on your thigh. “Rope alright? Not too tight?”

You shake your head, mind racing with anticipation of what he’s going to do next.

Ghost is unpredictable. Dangerous in all the ways that make your breath hitch. That’s what drew you to him in the first place. And now, you’re tied down beneath him, with nowhere to go, completely at his mercy.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties. He slides them down your legs at an agonizing pace, eyes locked on what’s being revealed. Your hips lift instinctively to help him remove the lace.

He pockets the panties without a word. Something hot curls in your belly at the sight.

“Fuck…” Ghost’s voice drops to a gravelly drowl. He traces your slick folds with the tips of his gloved fingers, spreading the wetness. “Look at you. Drippin’ already.”

He circles your clit slowly. The texture of the glove makes you gasp. Your back arched, a strained sound slipping out before you can stop it.

Under the mask, Ghost’s lips twitch.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”

He presses a single finger inside you, sinking it to the knuckle. Your walls clench greedily around the intrusion, pulling him deeper.

“Good girl,” he mutters, voice thick. “Tight little thing, aren’t you?”

He curls the finger, making you gasp as you pull against the rope. A second finger soon joins the first, stretching you. Your hips jerk upward, chasing the feeling.

“There she is,” Ghost murmurs with dark satisfaction. “Greedy little cunt. Always takes my fingers so well.”

He scissors his fingers, spreading your walls and stretching you open for him. Pleasure sparks down your body as you whimper for him.

His free hand slides up your side, moving to palm your breast through your top. He squeezes, thumb brushing over your pert nipple. Then he pinches, before rolling the peak between his fingers.

Your moan comes out raw and helpless. You find yourself straining against the rope again.

“Admit it,” he says, leaning closer to your face. “Part of you lives for this. Lives for me tyin’ you down and takin’ what I want.”

His fingers begin to move faster, thrusting deeper, each pump hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. Wet, obscene sounds fill the room as he works you over.

“You hear that?” he rasps. “That’s you, love. Soaked. Beggin’ without needin’ to say a word.” 

He doesn’t slow.

If anything, his fingers drive into you harder. Your moans mix with the sound of his fingers plunging into your cunt.

Ghost lowers himself until his mask is beside your cheek. You feel the lightest ghost of his breath against your skin as his thumb finds your clit. He starts to rub fast, hard circles over the swollen bundle of nerves.

Your stomach tightens, pleasure turning hot and sharp. Your walls start to flutter around him, squeezing down on each thrust.

“Not gonna last, are ya, birthday girl?” Ghost murmurs, tone mocking but low and hot in your ear. “Always so fuckin’ eager for it. Year after year.”

A third finger pushes into you. You gasp, body arching, the rope lightly digging into your wrists as you strain.

He curls all three fingers in unison, hitting that spot that steals the air from your lungs.

His thumb never lets up.

“Yeah… there it is,” he growls. “Feel that? You’re about to soak me proper.”

Your thighs shake. Breath stops, short-circuiting your brain, making it hard to think.

“Go on then, birthday girl,” he urges, voice rough. “Make a mess of my hand. Wanna feel you lose it.

The filthy words easily tip you over the edge.

Your orgasm slams into you in a hot, dizzying wave. Your back arches off the bed as you choke out his name.

“Ghost!”

He works you through your orgasm, eyes crinkling behind the mask. He doesn’t stop until you’re squirming, trying to get away from his touch as the last aftershock leaves you a boneless, panting mess.

Ghost watches your smugly as you come down from your high, chest heaving and skin flushed. He slowly withdraws his glistening fingers from you, a strand of your arousal connecting the two of you briefly hangs between the two of you before dripping back onto his glove.

He brings his hand up to your mouth. “Be a good girl and clean that up for me,” he orders.

You open obediently as he shoves the fingers into your mouth. Your tongue moves without thinking, making him give you a pleased hum.

“Been a while since you had a real orgasm, birthday girl? Simon just not doin’ it for you anymore?”

You stare up at him, dazed and pliant, his fingers still in your mouth as you lap at them. Ghost watches every second, only sliding them free once he thinks you’ve done a good job.

Rising to his feet, he looms over you again.

“Spread your legs for me, slut. Time for the main event.”

You’re quick to comply, spreading your legs wide to expose your dripping, swollen folds. You shiver as you catch the sigh of the prominent bulge straining against his tactical pants.

Ghost takes a moment to admire the sight before him. Your glistening folds, flushed and swollen from your recent orgasm, sing out to him, just begging to be filled. He unbuckles his belt slowly, your eyes following the movement with bated breath.

After pulling down his zipper, his thick, hard cock springs free, already leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight.

He smirks beneath the mask, taking in your eager expression. "Look at you, starin' at my cock like you're starved for it."

He wraps a gloved hand around his shaft, giving it a firm stroke. Your eyes follow the movement, utterly fixated.

“Please,” you find yourself whining, hips bucking up, as if trying to convince him to fill you already. 

That seems to be all the encouragement he needs, quick to line up the head of his cock with your folds.

“Brace yourself, birthday girl. I ain't gonna go easy on you this year. Been too fuckin' pent up, and you're gonna take every inch of my cock like a good little slut. Hope you're ready.”

With that, he thrusts forward, burying himself balls deep inside you in one brutal stroke. A choked scream escapes your throat as you feel every thick inch of him stretching you out, splitting you open.

Your pussy clenches and flutters around the sudden intrusion, struggling to adjust to his size.

Ghost groans, eyes fluttering shut behind the mask as your scorching heat envelops him. He doesn't give you time to recover before he starts moving, hips snapping forward at a punishing pace.

The bed creaks and shakes with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming into the wall.

He grips your hips bruisingly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he uses the leverage to drive into you with even more intensity. The room fills with the crude sounds of skin slapping against skin and your escalating moans.

Ghost leans down to growl in your ear, voice ragged. "Take it, slut. Fuckin' take my cock. This is what you needed, ain't it? To be split open and used like the cock hungry whore you are."

He angles his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every savage thrust. Your hands strain against the ropes, completely at his mercy, while he fucks you like a wild animal.

He slows at one point, but only to hook your legs over his elbows, nearly bending you in half as he pounds hard and deep into you. 

His eyes are ablaze behind the mask as he drives into you, chasing his pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he snarls, breath coming out in harsh, muffled pants.

Stars explode behind your eyelids as he rams into that spot inside of you that makes your brain go numb. 

His hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing a bit harder than last time as he fucks you. “Fuck,” he roars, watching your breasts bounce as he fucks you. “Come on, birthday girl. Come for me. Wanna feel this cunt come all over me again.”

Ghost's relentless thrusts and the pressure on your throat push you over the edge embarrassingly fast. Your pussy clamps down on his pistoning cock like a vice, fluttering and squeezing as you come undone.

"Fuck, yes! That's it, come on my cock like a good slut!" Ghost roars, feeling your release.

Your back arches off the bed, body shaking and trembling from the force of your climax as you scream out his name.

He chuckles as you come down from your high. “Don’t think we’re done yet, birthday girl. We’ve still got the whole night ahead of us.”

It’s quite some time later before he finally drops beside you. Both of you are spent and boneless against the mattress. At some point, he’d released you from your restraints and discarded all of his gear. You instinctively curl up into his now-bare chest as you try to catch your breath. 

Ghost lets out a long exhale, tipping his head down to look at you.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he says with a warmth in his voice that’s a far cry from all the gravel and dominance he’s had this evening.

His arm slides around your waist, fingers rubbing slow circles into your hip. “Can’t wait to see you again next year,” he adds, voice a bit more playful.

You glance up at him, smiling when he gives a small, knowing wink.

With his free hand, he reaches up to hook his fingers under the edge of the mask.

You watch as he lifts it, mesmerized. The moment it’s off, the entire room seems to exhale with him. His shoulders loosen, the harshness in his eyes melting away until it’s just Simon looking at you.

He sets the mask on the nightstand before pulling you into a soft kiss. You completely melt into his arms, letting your eyes flutter shut as the last of the adrenaline fades. 

Simon breathes you in, holding you just a little tighter, before ending the night exactly the way he always does.

Simon’s been acting suspicious all week. And not in the usual scary Ghost kind of way.

He’s constantly checking his phone, keeping a sharper eye on you, and sitting just a little straighter than normal. It’s like he’s hardly letting his guard down or giving himself a chance to relax after work.

Normally, you’d chalk it up to the job. Something big happened, and he’s either not ready to talk about it, or he can’t talk about it yet.

But the looming holiday has you thinking differently. Valentine’s Day is just a week away.

He’s planning something, he’s got to be. There’s no way he’s acting like this over nothing. Especially when he’s usually so careful, especially with surprises. Whatever it is, it must be big with how crazy he’s acting.

You decide to keep your concern to yourself, no sense in ruining his fun. And, if it does turn out to be work-related, it’s it like there’s much you could do anyway.

The week flies by. Before you know it, you’re standing in front of the mirror, fixing your hair for the third time. Nerves buzz under your skin as you prep for dinner.

Simon had been nothing but attentive today, waking you up with breakfast in bed and taking you out for some light shopping. He insisted on paying for everything, and casually mentioned he booked a reservation at that nice place downtown.

So far, nothing explains his strange behavior this past week.

If anything, he’s being sweeter than usual, which is just making you more nervous. Something big must be coming and you’re not quite sure how to feel about that.

You’re smoothing down your dress when arms slip around your waist from behind, making you jump.

“Simon,” you laugh softly.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, reaching around you to help put on the necklace he bought for your birthday. “Couldn’t help it.”

His fingers brush your skin as he fastens the clasp, sending a small shiver down your spine.

When he’s done, his hands linger ever so slightly. His eyes trail over your body before catching your own eyes in the mirror.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask with a hint of a laugh in your tone.

“What? Can’t admire my girl?” he replies easily.

You turn around, playfully shoving his arm and sneaking him a quick kiss.

“Behave,” you tease as you sneak out of his grasp.

He huffs slightly. “No promises, love.”

You grab your purse from the living room and meet him at the door.

“Ready?” you ask.

He hesitates, glancing at the house, before nodding. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Dinner ends up being perfect.

Almost unnervingly so.

Soft candlelight flickers between the two of you and gentle music hums in the background. The restaurant flows with reds and golds, every detail almost sickeningly screaming Valentine’s Day.

You both splurge, getting steak and lobster, and a bunch of appetizers you definitely didn’t need. You share bites of each other’s plates and a bottle of wine.

He’s attentive, feeding you bites of food and finding every excuse to touch you or hold your hand. You’re all smiles and heated cheeks until his phone buzzes.

Almost immediately, his attention gets stolen away from you. He’s pulling it out enough to check the screen, even sending a quick message before shoving it back in your pocket.

A small hint of doubt settles in your stomach.

What if you were wrong? What if it’s not a surprise at all and something’s actually really wrong?

Your smile falters without you realizing it.

Simon notices immediately. He reaches across the table, lacing his finger with yours.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “You alright?”

You give him a quick nod. “Yeah, sorry. Just… spaced out a little.”

He studies you for a moment, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“Sorry, just had to check on something. Promise I’m yours for the rest of the evenin’.”

You smile politely, feeling some of the weight ease off your chest a bit as you go back to enjoying your night.

By the time you get home, you’re warm and pleasantly giddy from the wine. Not drunk. Just… a bit more relaxed.

His arm is wrapped securely around your waist as he unlocks the door. You lean into him without really thinking about it, his touch making more heat pool in your tummy.

But the moment he opens the door, all light and fluffy feelings are out the window.

It’s dark. It’s never dark.

You always leave on a lamp and some small lights around the house, but now there’s nothing.

You pause. “Simon…?”

He flips the switch, and the overheads turn on, confirming that there wasn’t a power outage. Nothing looks wrong, everything's still in place… so why were the lights turned off?

Unease ripples under you skin, abolishing the heat in your gut.

“Hm…” Simon hums as he steps further into the house.

“That’s not really reassuring,” you quickly whisper to him. 

He turns to you, expression suddenly very serious. “Stay close to me,” he says as he slowly pulls out a firearm you didn't even know he had on him.

Your heart stutters and your eyes go wide. He's not fucking around right now. With a quick nod, you're tucking in closer to him as the two of you start making your way through the house.

The living room and kitchen are quickly given the all-clear, but your stomach drops when you reach the hallway.

Light peeks out from under the door frame, making your pulse race.

“That wasn’t on when we left,” you whisper to him.

Simon’s jaw tightens slightly. “I know, love,” he whispers back. “Just stay behind me."

Your heart hammers as he steps more deliberately in front of you, his broad shoulders shielding you without hesitation. He closes the distance to the door slowly, before carefully opening it up.

At first, it's a bit too bright to see anything. Then, as your eyes catch up, your brain lags to register what you're seeing. There's black against your white sheets, a broad shape lying unnaturally still. A breath later, everything clicks.

There's someone in your bed.

They’re dressed head to toe in tactical gear, every inch of skin covered. When your eyes settle on their face, your heart nearly stops.

It's Ghost.

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

“Well now,” Simon says lightly beside you. Despite his easy tone, you end up slightly jumping.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves an intruder," he continues, head tilting as he studies the scene before him. “Looks like you fell right into my little trap."

You blink, glancing up at Simon, completely and utterly confused. You look back at the bed and realize that Ghost is restrained. The same stain rope he had used on you for your birthday, is now securing him to the bed. His wrists are connected to the headboard and his ankles have been tied to the bedposts, leaving him completely immobilized.

Your stomach flips at the implication.

Ghost's head turns slowly toward you. Dark lenses now sit in the eye holes, making it impossible to see who's actually behind the mask while also making him seem more soulless than normal.

"Been really worried about you since I found out about your little stalker," Simon continues casually, a hint of amusement in his tone. "So I upped the security a bit. Figured he'd be sniffing around this time of year, and it looks like I was right."

Simon gives you a playful look and everything clicks into place.

Oh.

Oh.

A slow smile spreads across your face as you decide to play alone. 

“Oh my,” you breathe, an obvious playfulness to your tone. “You did it. You caught Ghost. Thank goodness.”

You lean over slightly to Simon, dropping your voice. "…So who is that?"

“Does it matter?” he shrugs.

“Yes.”

He smirks.

“It’s Ghost.”

You shoot him a look, making him laugh.

“Relax. No one you wouldn’t approve of. In fact…” He pauses. “Pretty sure you’ve mentioned more than once that you’re rather fond of them.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. You know exactly who he means. 

“Has…” you hesitate. “Has he been here the whole time?”

Simon shakes his head.

“No. Had some help. Didn’t want you spoiling the surprise.” He taps his pocket lightly. “That’s who I was texting.”

Relief and clarity wash over your body as a week's worth of nerves leaves you. “That… makes so much more sense now.”

“He’s also gagged,” Simon adds casually.

You blink, head whipping over to Ghost. “Huh?”

“Didn’t want them ruining the immersion,” he explains. “Or talking back.”

You stare at him for a second, before barking out a laugh.

“Simon,” you say breathlessly. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

He steps closer, slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. His eyes darken as they meet yours.

“Always,” he murmurs. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love. Hope this was a good surprise.”

Your chest warms.

“It is,” you say softly. “Can’t believe you kidnapped someone for me, though.”

“Technically,” he corrects, turning slightly toward the bed, “he broke in.”

He gestures vaguely. “My security measures just happened to lead to him being tied up in your bed.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple. "And lets not act surprised that I'd kidnap anyone you asked me to," he adds quietly.

That sentence should terrify you, but you find yourself all but melting into him instead. 

“Can they at least breathe?” you ask, suddenly concerned.

Simon laughs again. “Yes, and they’ve got a clicker in their hand, so if they need anything, they can signal us.”

You glance at the restrained figure, and sure enough, there’s a small device in one of the gloved hands.

"How long have they been here? Was there a way for—"

Simon steps into your space, cutting off your rambling. "Love, they're fine. Had someone watching them and they left through the window when we walked in. Now, what's say you enjoy your present, hm?"

You had more questions, but the look Simon was giving you had you biting your tongue.

Instead, you nod. "Okay, okay."

He releases you and takes a step back. "Go on then," he murmurs, nodding towards the bed. "Have some fun."

You swallow, nerves starting to buzz under your skin again as you turn to face your Valentine's Day present.

“I, uh… Where do I start?”

His lips curve into a slow, dangerous smirk.

“Well,” he says quietly, eyes roaming over you, “that depends on you, love.”

He leans in, voice dropping. “I was thinking we teach your little stalker a lesson. Have a bit of fun. Get him back for tying you up on your birthday.”

His thumb brushes along your hip. “But it’s your call,” he tilts his head. “What do you think?”

You don’t answer right away, eyes drifting back to the figure on the bed. When you look back at Simon, his gaze is hungry as he waits on you.

A small smirk tugs at your lips.

“Well,” you murmur thoughtfully, “he did scare me a little.”

Simon hums. “Mm. Unacceptable.”

“And,” you add, glancing at the restraints, “he is technically trespassing.”

“Criminal offense,” Simon agrees.

You bite your lip, pretending to consider. “So… maybe he deserves a punishment?”

“That so?” Simon murmurs into your hair, giving the top of your head a kiss.

You nod slowly. “I think so.”

He hums. “Good girl.”

Heat floods your face and your core at the praise. 

“I, um… I don’t really know how to do this though,” you admit.

“‘S alright. How ‘bout this… why don’t you get undressed, show me that sexy number I know you’ve got on under there and then crawl up on top of him. I’ll take my time exploring the new piece you’ve got on while you take your time with him, yeah?”

You swallow hard, but nod.

Simon's fingers trail down your spine, before moving to help you with your zipper. Your outfit is on the floor in record time, showing off the new set you’d thought you had kept a good enough secret.

Apparently not.

His eyes darken as they land on your newly exposed skin.

“Christ,” he breathes. “There she is.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Then your collarbone. Then the side of your neck, lingering there just long enough to make your knees weak.

His hands slide to your waist, giving you a firm squeeze before he gently spins your around to face the bed.

“Go on,” he murmurs. “Get up there.”

Your heart hammers as you approach the bed. You climb up, kneeling beside the masked figure, suddenly aware of how exposed you feel.

Simon moves closer behind you. One hand settles at the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, tilting your head just enough to get your attention.

“Remember,” he says softly, “you’re in charge. He’s here for you.”

You glance back, finding Simon already shirtless, eyes fixated on you. They’re hungry, watching every move, waiting to see what you do.

The sight sends a rush of confidence through you. 

You turn your attention back to Ghost. Your hands lift, hesitating for only a moment before they slowly trace over his gear. 

It’s pockets are empty of the normally lethal items that would be there, but he’s sporting all of his gear nonetheless. 

You move to straddle his legs taking in the sight of him laid out like a dangerous-looking buffet in front of you. 

Where do you even start? The possibilities are endless.

His dark lenses follow your movements, watching you from behind the skull mask.

Biting your lip, you decide to start with the utility belt. Unbuckling it slowly, you pull it away from his hips and set it aside, giving you better access to his jacket.

You take your time, slipping your hands beneath it, discovering a fitted shirt underneath. It feels suspiciously familiar.

“Is this the gym shirt I really like?” you giggle.

Simon huffs softly behind you. “Maybe.”

You smile and slide your hand under the fabric, enjoying the warmth and solid muscle beneath your touch.

You hum quietly, pleased, before letting your hands wander lower, fingers settling on the waistband of his pants.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Simon asks, voice low.

“Yeah,” you admit with a small smile. “He normally doesn’t let me explore like this. He’s usually just so rough with me.”

Simon chuckles. “Nice change of pace, having the bloke put in his place, hm?”

You glance at him over your shoulder. “Very.”

You hum as you tug down Ghost’s pants, careful not to tug too far, wanting to play into the idea of not knowing who’s beneath the mask. You come face to face with your gift for the evening. Straining against a pair of Simon’s boxer briefs is Ghost’s cock.

You smile as your hand runs over it, making the figure below you buck up into your hand.

“Oh, he’s already so hard for me,” you murmur. “You like being tied up, don’t you? Watching me get all ready for you?”

Ghost bucks again, desperate for more friction.

You turn to Simon. “Can I take it out? Please?”

He gives you a slow nod. “Of course, love.”

You reach through the slit in the boxers, and pull out Ghost's cock. It seems to spring out, making you giggle.

“Someone’s eager,” you murmur.

You trace the shape of his cock with your fingers, loving the way he seems to arch into your touch.

Simon watches for a bit longer before stepping closer to the bed. His hands find your hips, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. 

“Why don’t you taste him?” he suggests.

You hum in agreement. Leaning down, you press a soft kiss to the tip of Ghost’s cock, before your tongue darts out for a quick lick. The resulting grunt from beneath the mask is muffled but very clearly there.

Your confidence builds as you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head. You begin to move, finding a slow, steady rhythm, on hand holding the base of his cock, the other braced on his thick thigh.

You hear Simon’s belt unbuckling, the soft rustle of denim hitting the floor. A moment later, the mattress dips behind you, and you feel the warmth of his bare skin against your back.

His hands are firm on your hips, guiding you just how he wants you.

“Just like that,” he praises as you take Ghost deeper. “Look at you. So good for us.”

His praise sends a thrill through you. You moan around Ghost’s length, the vibration making him jolt.

One of Simon’s hands slides down, fingers ghosting over your soaked folds. You push back against him instinctively, a silent invitation.

He chuckles, a low rumble that you feel more than you hear. "Greedy thing, aren't you?"

His thumb finds your clit, circling it slowly. You gasp, rhythm faltering as pleasure shoots through you.

"Don't stop," Simon commands, his voice firm. "Looks like he's enjoying himself."

You glance up at Ghost's masked face. The dark lenses seem to be fixed on you, watching your every move as Simon plays with you from behind. The power dynamic is intoxicating.

You redouble your efforts, taking Ghost as deep as you can while Simon's fingers work their magic. The dual sensations are overwhelming, a perfect storm of pleasure. You can feel yourself getting closer, the coil in your stomach tightening as Simon strokes over your clit.

You pull back for a breath, a string of saliva connecting your lips to Ghost's cock. You look over your shoulder at Simon, pupils blown wide.

"Simon," you breathe.

"Yes, love?"

"I want…" you trail off, suddenly a bit shy to admit it out loud.

He smirks, knowing exactly what you want. "Can't help you if you don't tell me."

You swallow. "I want you to fuck me," you all but whisper.

His eyes darken. "While you suck him off?"

You nod, bitting your lip. "Please?"

"Alright," he agrees easily. "You're in control. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get."

Warmth blooms in your chest at his words. He's quick to line himself up with your entrance, teasing you briefly as he runs his cock through your folds, opening you up for him. He sinks into you in one smooth thrust. You cry out, the feeling of being so full, of being sandwiched between them, is almost too much.

Simon sets a steady pace, each thrust pushing Ghost's cock further down your throat. The room fills with the sounds of skin on skin, your muffled moans, and the occasional strangled sound from Ghost's tied form.

You're lost in it, a haze of pure sensation.

"Fuck," you whine, pulling off from Ghost's cock for a moment. "Do… do you thin he can go another round if I make him come?"

Simon's pace doesn't falter, though his grip on your hips tightens. "He'll do whatever we want him to, love. He's got no other choice tonight."

A thrill runs through you at the thought, you've never had this much power over someone before.

"They knew what they were signing up for," he adds softer. "Don't worry, love. Just enjoy yourself."

You lean back down, taking Ghost in your mouth once more. You're more determined this time, using your tongue and hand in tandem, intent on pushing Ghost over the edge.

It doesn't take long. A few more strokes, a few more moans against his cock, and Ghost is coming with a muffled shout, his release spilling down your throat.

You swallow every drop, licking him clean before pulling away. You turn your attention back to Simon, who's watching you with a look of pure, unadulterated lust.

"Good girl," he praises, picking up the pace. "Now it's your turn."

His movements become more erratic, more desperate. He's chasing his own release now, and he's determined to take you with him. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing tight, fast circles in the way he knows makes you see stars.

You come with a cry, walls clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

"Simon. Oh fuck, Simon," you cry out. Your vision nearly white out from how intense the pleasure it.

Simon follows right after you with a low groan, burying himself deep inside you as his release shoots through you. He partially collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight.

For a moment, the two of you stay like that. A tangled, sweaty mess of limbs. The only sounds in the room are your ragged breaths and blood pounding in your ears.

Then, a soft click breaks through everything, making you freeze.

Simon lifts his head, looking toward the bed. Ghost has the clicker in his hand, looking at the two of you.

"Right," Simon mutters, pushing himself up. "Hang on."

He pulls out gently, making you wince at the sudden emptiness. He undoes the ropes, freeing Ghost from his restraints. The figure sits up slowly, rolling their shoulders and wrists.

You bite your lower lip, arousal flaring again as your watch Ghost readjust. "You okay?" you ask, checking in. As much as you'd love to jump them again, you still want to make sure they're okay first.

Ghost gives a slow nod in response, looking from Simon to you. They tilt their head slightly, almost mimicking the way Simon does and it sends a chill down your spine.

"You look like you're ready for more," Simon comments a bit smugly.

You nod, cheeks heating some. "Maybe…"

He smirks, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Greedy girl."

Then he turns to Ghost.

"Your turn to please our girl," he says simply.

Ghost shifts, leaning back on the pillows before patting his lap in invitation. You let out a small whine and crawl over, already so desperate for more.

Simon chuckles at you, watching as you get yourself situation in Ghost's lap. He's already hard again, so you waste no time aligning him up with your dripping entrance and sink down onto him with a satisfied sigh.

"That's it," Simon encourages from beside you. "Ride him, love."

You set a slow pace, lifting almost all the way off before sinking back down slowly, wanting to savor this. Each movement is deliberate, making his cock drag against your walls.

From this angle, you have a perfect view of Ghost. Even with the mask on, you can feel the intensity of his gaze. His gloved hands come to rest on your thighs, gripping tightly.

"Looks like he wants to touch your properly," Simon observes, his voice a low murmur in your ear. "You want that?"

You nod, picking up your pace slightly.

"Then you better tell him he can," Simon says. "He's waiting for your order."

Your confidence surges. You lean forward, breasts pressing against Ghost's chest as you bring your lips close to where his ear should be.

"Touch me, Ghost. Make me feel good… please," you tell him with a slight whine.

Immediately, his hands are on you. The rough texture of the gloves sends a new wave of pleasure through you. One hand slides up your back, holding you close, while the other snakes between your bodies, finding your clit.

You cry out, head falling back. You're already so close again, but can't seem to find it in yourself to be mad about it. Your body winds tighter and tighter as the sounds leaving your mouth go up and up in octave.

"That's it," Simon encourages, as he watches you thighs tremble. "Look at you, so close. Go ahead and let go, love. Come all over his cock."

The command is your undoing. You shatter easily, a loud cry tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you. Your whole body convulses, walls fluttering around Ghost now.

As you start to come down from your high, Simon leans in, mouthing at your neck. "Good girl," he says in that deep, sultry voice Ghost normally has. "Think you can give me a couple more, yeah, love?"

You whimper, staring at Ghost's mask while he talks. It's like he's the one behind the mask again. You muster up some quick nods, making Ghost click his tongue at you.

"Nuh-uh, sweet girl," comes Ghost's voice. "You know to use your words."

"Puh-please," you say, a bit of shakiness in your tone. "I want to come on your cock, Ghost."

Ghost's dark chuckle fills your ears. "Atta girl."

Simon gives your temple a quick kiss before he nods at Ghost, who resumes his attention on your clit.

Simon repositions himself, moving behind you and grabbing your hips. He helps to guide you into a faster, more demanding rhythm. The bed creeks in protest, the sound mingling with your breathless moans and the soft grunts from below you.

You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind blank and your body a live wire for pleasure. You're aware of everything and nothing all at once. The rough slide of Ghost's gloves against your skin, the solid weight of Simon at your back, the overwhelming fullness of being stretched around a thick cock.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this," Simon says, voice strained with desire. "Riding him. Taking what you want. So fuckin' hot."

His words are like an aphrodisiac, fueling the already burning fire within you.

The two work on wringing out a few more orgasms out of you, before Simon pulls you off of Ghost's still-hard cock. He gently shushes you as you protest.

"Easy, easy now," he coos. "Just going to reposition you.

He moves you so your back is to his chest, and you're sitting in his lap. With some maneuvering, he's entering you while Ghost hovers in front of both of you.

Simon helps keep your legs spread. "Think you can take both of us, love?" he growls into your ear.

You clench around him with a whine, making him chuckle.

"Is that a yes?" he asks playfully.

"Y-yes," you pant out, looking at Ghost with wide, desperate eyes. "Want you both at the same time."

Ghost is quick to position himself between your legs. With Simon's encouragement over your shoulder, Ghost pushes into you.

A primal moan tears from your throat as the two stretch you so wide it's almost painful. Any discomfort you feel quickly melds into pleasure as Ghost seats himself into you.

The grunt of pleasure from behind Ghost's mask has you tightening around the both of them. They give you a moment to adjust, before Simon lightly thrusts into you. Ghost follows his lead, synchronizing his movements to match Simon's.

It's overwhelming, a delicious fullness that's cut off all thoughts and has you teetering on the edge of another orgasm almost immediately.

Ghost's pace increases, become almost relentless. Each thrust is deeper, serving to both hit the spot inside of you that you love, but also to grind Simon's cock against you.

"Look at you," comes Ghost's voice again, but far more breathless. "Taking both of us so well. Such a good girl for us, aren't you?"

"Yuh… yes…" you pant between your whines.

Ghost's gloved hands grip your thighs, holding you open for them. His masked face is inches from yours, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze despite the barrier.

"C-close," you whimper, body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Simon's response is to increase his pace, each thrust aiming for that sweet spot inside of you. "Then come for us, love. Come all over our cocks."

You shatter with a small scream. You feel both of them twitch inside of you, chasing their own releases. It's not much longer before they find it. Simon lightly bites your shoulder to muffle his groan. Ghost's hips stutter as you're filled with the warmth of their combined releases.

You're boneless, a complete and utter mess of pleasure as they both hold you. Simon is the first to move, gently pulling out and easing you down on the bed next to him. Ghost follows, tucking himself behind you, sandwiching you between them.

It's quiet for a while, just the three of you breathing. Simon's hand moves to rest on your hip, giving it a light squeeze.

"You alright, love? Wasn't too much?" he asks, voice soft.

You manage a weak nod and shake of your head. "Was perfect."

He chuckles. "Good." Then he lifts his head, addressing the figure behind you.

"She'll want you to hold her," he says.

Ghost seems not to need to be told twice. He maneuvers you until you're curled up against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.

Simon disappears for a moment, before returning with a damp wash cloth to wipe you up with. When he's done, he settles back in on your other side, pulling the covers over the three of you.

"Best Valentine's Day ever," you mumble, already half-asleep.

Simon laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Glad you think so, love."

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A/N: What did we think? Did we like that?? Better yet, who did you put under the mask? 👀 I tried to keep the language open enough to where non-penile characters could be included and I think it worked out, but if not, let me know, I'd be happy to adjust. Was trying to keep it ambiguous enough that the person playing Ghost could be wearing a strap-on and it would hopefully still work.

Who did I have in mind while I was writing this...? Everyone, haha! 💜 At one point, read this and had Valeria in mind, another time, it was Gaz. Felt like it helped to get the story where I wanted by switching it up ahaha.

Hope you all enjoyed, again sorry for the random timing, but I completely forgot about this and just wanted to post it!