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Afraid?
I’m not afraid.
I’m—startled. Disoriented.
Ghost severed a hand to a fellow SAS operated from a different unit for simply touching my leg.
Reed is dead.
And Ghost, Ghost has hated me from day one up until a few weeks ago. Now, on the other hand, he is amputating body parts and committing murders for me.
This is fucking insane.
I know I signed a contract for the Special Air Service partially hoping for some greater excitement but this—this is not what I meant.
I stare back down at the text on my screen from the newly assigned contact.
Ghost is no longer an unknown number to my phone. Or my mind for that sake.
What does he even get from this? It’s not like I was rejecting him. I agreed, I consented. Now he is going back between parallels of fire and ice towards me.
First he hates me. Then, he fucks me. After that, he hates me again and now is outright murdering friendlies.
Well, friendlies being used for lack of a better term. Reed was far off of my green radar.
I glance back down to the patch of grass that I used to cover up my freshly-dug hole in the soil, admiring my camouflage. However, there is a sickly feeling that sinks to the bottom of my stomach, filling me with a sort of indescribable regret; guilt.
I feel like I need to vomit.
No. I’m not vomiting here. My DNA would be all over the place.
Suddenly in earshot of my left ear, a twig cracks and gravel crunches.
Fuck.
I’m fucked. I’m so fucked.
Three months in the SAS and I’m going to prison. I’m going to get court marshalled for first-degree murder and destroying evidence.
Another twig.
Leaves crumbling under what is most likely an Army-issued boot.
It’s too late. I can’t run.
More steps. Every single one is closing in on me.
Silence.
It’s deafening. My heartbeat thuds from beneath my chest, the hammering noise is the only one that fills the space.
“Are you scared yet, Blade?”
Fuck. I know that voice… all too well.
The same voice that filled my ear with descriptions of what he would do to me. How he was there to punish me. How he was going to destroy me until I learned my lesson.
He terrifies me. Yet, at the same time, he excites me.
“I’m not scared of shit, Lieutenant.” I reply back, fighting the trembles that threaten to escape with my words.
More footsteps. They’re coming from different directions, making it impossible to track where he’s standing.
“No need to lie to me, Blade.” He replies grimly. “I asked the question only for formality. I know the truth.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I hiss.
“I think you underestimate me,” His voice echoes from around me.
“Did you kill Reed?” I hesitantly question.
“What do you think?” His voice comes from my right this time.
Fuck.
“I think that you’re fucking insane,” I spit.
Suddenly, his presence is hot on my back, feeling my shoulder blades press into his chest. “Maybe, you’re right, Blade.” He says with a devilish grin.
“Fuckin' hell!” I shriek, jumping away from him and turning to face him. “What fucking game are you trying to play with me?”
“I’m not playing a game, love.” He coos, almost innocently as his gaze pierces into me.
He is wearing just a black jumper and black cargo pants, fitted with just a balaclava over his face. His brown eyes are drowning in the moonlight, practically emanating their own glow from the luminosity,
“Then what do you want? I thought we were just sleeping together, Ghost!” I shout.
“You.”
I gulp.
“You had me! But, now—why are you doing this, Ghost?”
“To scare you.”
“What?” I shout, confused.
“Is it working?” He smirks from under the mask.
I’m not arguing with this psycho. He’s here now, he has his DNA on the scene. I’m done.
“Fuck you, Ghost.”
“You’d love to.” He murmurs, slowing stepping towards me.
“No—no, I’m done. I am completely done with this.”
“You’re not.”
“Excuse me?”
“You like this. You can try to convince me that you hate me and this situation but you’re lying to yourself.”
What the fuck.
He takes another step towards me. Yet, I can’t find the sense to step back.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, shaking my head.
“You love this, Blade.” He retorts.
“I-I do not.”
“Oh, is that right?” He makes another step towards me, “You don’t love the sensation that my possession gives you? You don’t love having someone kill for you, without hesitation?”
“…No.” I reply meekly.
“Don’t lie to me and tell me that your panties aren’t soaked right now.” I freeze.
Another step.
“No—“ I begin.
“Don’t lie to me again.”
He steps again and meets me chest to chest, looking down a few inches to meet my eyes.
“Okay, Blade , tell me, if I let my hand drift down…” He teasingly snakes his hand down my torso, achingly slow between the valley of my breasts. “And, touch you… make you take one of my fingers right now , you wouldn’t be absolutely throbbing beneath my touch?”
I’m frozen. Absolutely paralyzed.
I shake my head and babble something along the words of a denial but unfortunately, I am lying to myself as well.
His fingertips reach the waistband of my pants, pacing the top seam excruciatingly slowly.
They say that the main two reactions to what seems like a dangerous situation would be:
Fight or Flight.
But, I don’t seem to fall between either one of those normalities here.
I stay because in reality, I am intrigued. I am excited. His fingers light up every single nerve under my skin, igniting me with singular strokes.
I’m scared, but that may be what my fate comes to be.
His touch makes my entire body tremble, and unfortunately, he knows as much. I look up to his eyes in an attempt to ground my emotions on something viable.
My mistake.
Before I knew it, his balaclava was pulled to the bridge of his nose and his lips were clashing with mine in a fiery collision.
So much tension, fear, and believed hatred was all dissolved from his lips. The ability to make the entire world stop at his beckoning is a curse that he has entangled me in.
His hands fulfill his threat and travel down to my panties, quickly taking notice and effect of the slickness that had gathered.
“Such a liar,” He maliciously grins as he temporarily pulls away from the kiss.
An involuntary whimper travels from my mouth to his as he presses his lips to mine once again. His finger runs thought-out circles on my clit, practically causing my knees to buckle on the first resolution.
His finger lights every nerve ablaze, collapsing my body into his hold on me. He continues, using his other hand to wrap it around the top of my thighs as he pick me up, quickly walking me over to the tree behind us. He presses my back up against the bark of the tree, the scrapes against my jacket doing nothing to interrupt me.
My head drops back to lightly hit the tree behind me, Ghost takes the opportunity to slip that finger inside of me, the wetness generously welcoming his entrance.
“Fuck, fuck—“ I whisper. He begins to pump his finger inside of me, curling it towards his palm each time he bottoms out to his knuckles. I let out whimpers through my closed mouth, sounding similar to muffled cries as he takes assault on my pussy.
He takes his hand that is pressed to my shoulder, securing me to the exterior of the tree, and uses it to unzip my jacket.
Then, taking off my tee shirt.
My bralette.
He makes it to the zipper of my pants before his finger inside of me begins to become overwhelming, pushing me to the brink of an orgasm. I don’t want to tell him, to let him know that I feel as good as he thinks that he is making me.
But, he notices.
“If you come without telling me, you’re not going to fucking like it.”
Probably not.
Or, with the amount of psychotic shit that has apparently been arousing my traitorous vagina, I might like it after all.
I nod, not wanting to find out.
“Ghost…”
“No,” He ceases his actions completely, leaving me with a profound feeling of unfulfillment.
I whine in return, “You fucking know better than that,” He growls.
I remember.
“Simon… please.” I whine again.
“Beg for it.”
“No.”
“Then I'm stopping, Blade. Simple as that.”
“But—“
“Beg. Beg me to put it back in.”
God. God fucking damn it.
“Please, Simon. P-Please I want you to make me come.” I blurt out.
“That’s my fucking girl,” He grins, quickly pushing two fingers in me, emanating a gasp from me. “Take it,” He orders.
You know what?
I listen.
His fingers quickly bring me back to the brim from where he stopped, the heat in the pit of my stomach bubbling over. “Fuck, Si, I’m gonna—“
“Cum all over my fingers, baby. Soak them.” He directs.
The bubbles pour over violently, my orgasm crashing over me in a catastrophic fashion. I begin to catch my breath as my vision clears to an undressed Ghost in front of me.
He observes the shakiness of my legs, struggling to hold my body weight up against the tree behind me. He wraps his hands underneath my thighs, lifting me to wrap my legs around his bare waist.
I flinch feeling the tip of his dick graze up against the entrance of my dripping pussy, lighting up those sensitive nerves once again.
“Beg.”
Fuck off.
“Again?” I question.
“I’m not fucking you unless you bloody want it.”
A gentleman.
“Please, please—“ I begin but he slips into me without warning at the second plead.
He fills me to the brim, like a dam after a local flood. Stretching me out with every inch farther that he is pushing into me.
“Shit!” I squeak, the air leaving my mouth replaced by a desperate inhale.
“F-Fuck… baby you are so fucking tight. Such a tight little pussy wrapped around my dick like that,” He strings between moans, slowly pumping into me.
The bark of the tree draws scratches across my back, the subtle pain adding nothing but pleasure in the moment.
The bubbles in my stomach quickly begin to form once again, overstimulation taking a toll on my shot nerve endings. I squirm out of the stimuli but his grip, now on my ass, holding me steady in place.
“Oh my god, Simon—“ I practically gurgle as drool pools in my mouth.
“Does my girl like how that dick feels?” He teases between groans.
“Y-Yes, I do.” I whimper.
“You’re so fucking—wet for me, princess.” He praises.
The bubbles become hotter, pooling lava in the pit of my body. “Fuck, Si-“
“You gonna give me one more, baby?” He grunts.
“Y-Yes,” I gasp, a second orgasm closing in on me. He thrusts into me again before bringing his thumb down to my clit to circle it quickly.
I only last a few more seconds before my high crashes over me again, causing my entire body shutter as my vision blurs.
“Fuck, baby, you want me to fill that sweet pussy?” He asks breathlessly as his pace picks up even more.
I’m practically to the point of fainting but I manage to nod to him as my core is lit on fire.
Seconds later, his breath picks up and he thrusts into me, hard. “Fuck, you’re going to make me… fuckin’ hell—“ He moans and twitches inside of me.
His orgasm falls over him, his cum filling me up farther than I imagined possible… a fourth time. He holds me tight against the tree as he comes back to reality, his labored breathing falling in the crook of my neck.
He brings me down, slowly sitting on the leaf-covered ground and pulling me into a ball on his lap. I rest the side of my head against his chest, uncaring for the events that took place before.
You know…
I don’t think I actually care all too much about Little Reed, after all.