#submissive!ghost

“think this is your new favorite thing, isn’t it?”

he whines.

whines.

lips bitten red, eyes glossy behind the mask, chest rising and falling so fast you think he might fall apart.

“say it,” you coo, stroking him slow and deliberate, just to watch him twitch. “say it or i stop.”

“don’t stop—fuck—please, i love it, i love when you—” his voice cracks, low and broken. “you make me feel so fuckin’ good.”

you lean down, kiss his jaw, soft and smug.

“that’s my good boy.”

his whole body jerks when you say it, like the words hit deeper than anything else could. you can see the tension ripple through his stomach, his thighs, the way his fists tighten in the sheets.

“please,” he rasps again, voice barely there now. “please don’t stop again. i’ll do anything. please i can’t—”

“awe, baby,” you coo, faux sympathy lacing your voice as your hand continues to move torturously slow over his cock. “you’re shaking.”

“i can’t..can’t take it anymore,” he gasps, breathless, head slamming back against the pillows. “please—please love i’ll do anything ill do anything i swear—”

you smirk, dragging your hand back down his cock, relishing in how his hips twitch with every stroke.

“you’ll come when i say,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear. “not a second before.”

he whines, louder this time, throwing his head back again like he’s throwing a fit. you grin, watching the way his face twists up in pure agony.

“you’re gonna earn it, baby. every fucking drop.”

you can’t help but grin at the puppy dog look in his eyes as he stares at you—all yours, at your mercy, ready to do whatever you tell him to do next.

“you want me to use you, baby?” you murmur, voice syrupy sweet as your fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties. “sit still, then. and don’t even think about moving your hands unless i say so.”

he whimpers, nodding frantically as your fingers begin drawing slow circles around your clit. his eyes are flicking back and forth between your face and your hands, he can’t stop watching the way your teeth sink into your lower lip, the way your eyebrows furrow, the way your hand speeds up or slows down.

“you wanna help, simon?” you ask, voice all sweet and breathless.

his eyes go wide as he nods frantically, fingers and cock twitching at just the thought of more.

“then just sit there and look pretty while i fuck myself on your cock.”

he whines, throwing his head back against the pillow, nearly cumming in his pants over the tone in your voice. over the thought of being used by you.

you climb off of him, pulling your panties and his boxers off, only to crawl right back into his lap—lining yourself up and sinking down on his cock without warning.

simon chokes. gasps like you’ve just knocked the air out of his lungs. his thighs are shaking already, hands still clenched behind his back like you told him. you’re so warm, so tight, so perfect around him—he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to survive this.

“look at you,” you murmur, grinding your hips down slow and lazy, watching the way his jaw drops open. “you wanted to help? this is you helping. you’re just my toy right now.”

he whines again, eyes rolling back.

you can see his fingers twitching behind his head, practically scratching at his neck as he holds himself back from touching you.

“please,” he breathes, voice cracking. “please, i can’t… i won’t touch unless you say, i swear—just please, let me move. let me feel you.”

he’s begging now, hips twitching upward against you like his body’s trying to betray him. you press your hands to his chest, steadying yourself, and shake your head.

“no, simon,” you murmur. “good boys wait.”

a broken sound spills from his throat. he’s blinking hard, trying not to cry, trying to hold it together for you. you feel him pulsing inside you—so close, and you haven’t even let him move.

“you’re doing so well, baby,” you whisper, brushing his hair back gently. “just a little longer, okay? you’re being so good for me.”

“i’ll be better,” he pants. “i’ll do anything. just—please.”

you pause, thinking for a moment.

“you can use your hands.”

he doesn’t hesitate—not even a second. those big, trembling hands are suddenly gripping your waist like you’re the only thing tethering him to the earth, like if he let go, he’d fall apart completely.

and maybe he would.

“thank you,” he breathes, voice wrecked.

you smile. lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth, slow and sweet, before you start to move.

his head falls back again with a choked moan. his grip tightens as you ride him, slow and deep, and you can feel him shaking beneath you—hips trying to stay still, like he doesn’t want to mess this up.

“so good for me,” you murmur. “my sweet boy.”

his whole body tenses at that. one of his hands slides up your back, gripping your shirt like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

“can i cum?” he gasps. “please, let me—i’ve been so good—”

you tilt your head. smirk a little.

“then show me. show me how good you can be.”

he whimpers—loud and broken—and you feel it when he falls apart under you, cock twitching as he cums with your name on his tongue like a prayer. he’s trembling, hands clutching at you like he’s terrified you’ll pull away. like he needs you just to breathe.

and when it’s over, when he’s panting beneath you and blinking through the haze, you brush your fingers through his messy hair and whisper—

“you did so good for me, simon. my good boy.”