”Close your eyes.”

When you obliged, Ghost removed his mask along with his balaclava, slowly pulling the dark material over your face, down until it was in place, but backward.

You couldn’t see.

He caressed your jawline, fingertips lingering at your throat, before lowering to his knees between your thighs, impatient hands parting you further.

His hot breath mixed with the heat from your core, and he tilted his unmasked face upwards, grinning at the sight of you, sitting all pretty on his desk, as his mouth crept closer, already salivating. God you smelled good.

He was going to enjoy this - you.

“Now stay quiet. I’ll tell you when I want you to beg.”