You felt the cold, creamy sensation of the whipped cream on your skin, causing the bedsheets to slip from your tense grip.

Ghost's deep, raspy voice echoed through the silence of the room as he grunted an order, "Good girl, stay still."

You had no idea why you allowed Ghost to treat you like this, but the darkness he offered was a lure you couldn't resist.

Ghost's warm, heavy hand traced lines across your stomach as he drips whipcream on your skin.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet.." his voice low and husky as he licks the whipcream off you.