I cracked open a bottle of water and gave him.

"Drink. You’re doing better than I expected."

Ghost swallowed painfully, voiced a wrecked whisper. "Thank you.. master Alex."

I stroked his hair for his eyes to meet mine, the possessive darkness still burning in my eyes.

"This was only the beginning, I have a lot more dared humiliation you’ll face, but that’s for another time."

"But as for now, I own you like animal."

Ghost got up from the cot after catching his breath, legs shaky. His voice was hoarse. "I’m yours to use... wherever, however."

My grin was dark and consumed by pleasurable vengeance.

"Were not done yet." I growled. "Bend over."

I yanked him up and bent him over the cot. Kicking his legs apart. His chest pressed against the cold surface, ass presented perfectly.

I retrieved a small sharp screw driver from the scattered tool box that was left sitting in the corner.

The sharp edge traced down Ghost’s spine, making him shiver. "Stay still while I cock you."

As I pressed forward inside his pussy, he jolted, and I carved a shallow line above his tailbone — enough to mark, enough to sting.

"Ahhh...take it easy." Ghost whimpered.

"Beg."

"Please, Alex— fuck, please fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked a woman. Use me."

I slicked my cook further and slammed it into the hilt with one brutal thrust. Ghost cried out, body bowing.

I set a punishing rhythm, hips slapping hard, one hand fisted his short silver hair while the other pinned his waist.

I growled, biting down on his newly fresh cut marks. "This torment will only end when I decide for that to happen, you haven’t suffered enough."

Ghost was shaking, murmuring broken pleas between moans. "I’m yours— fuck— only yours. Hurt me. Please— I don’t deserve your forgiveness."

Ghost’s hands were still tied up behind — curling from the painful pleasure, "Ahhh.. Alex...! fuck~please."

His forehead pressed to the edge, hips rocking back shamelessly.

Hearing him call out my name like that snapped the last thread of my control.

I slowed down and freed my shaft, lined up and pushed in with one deep thrust.

Ghost cried out, the sound raw and breathed.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, teeth grazing his skin as I moved hard, punishing strokes that matched the months of rage and longing.

Every thrust drove a broken moan out of Ghost’s throat.

I slid my hand around, finding him wet and eager. His clit was swollen from the transition, and sensitive as hell.

Thumb teasing his clit until he was shaking.

"You feel that?" I snarled against his ear, snapping my hips harder. "You feel the rage, don’t you? I’m not even mad but i just feel the need to devour you into pieces."

Ghost grits his teeth. "I know— please.. I know. Alex— devour me."

I gave him what he wanted. The slap of skin, ragged breathing, and the wet sounds filled the small space.

When Ghost’s legs started to bend out of shape, I pulled him out, spun him around and lifted him then fell to the floor.

Ghost back touched the bare floor as i thrusted back in, holding him down with sheer fury.

We kissed like we were trying to devour each other — messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding.

Ghost’s nails dug into my shoulders leaving red trails.

He moaned into my mouth when I circled with my thumb, his hip bucking forward.

"Fuck, yes." He moaned, voice sultry and zesty.

I pushed up and gripped his neck viciously, choking without restraint on when I’m going to stop.

His legs parted for me, strong thighs framing that beautiful, needy pussy.

My base pressed against his clit with every thrust, hips snapping.

The air was thick with heat and anticipation.

I had Ghost exactly where I wanted him to be — naked, wrists bound, legs spread wide.

One of my hand still remained wrapped around his throat, squeezing just enough to blur his vision and let my words sink in.

Look at you." I growled low, masculine timbre sending shivers down his spine. "All tied up and dripping for my cock, it’s so pathetic to be you."

I spat on his face while thrusting deep.

With his croaked voice, "You like that?" Fucking a man that once had a cock.. fucking me like a whore." Ghost taunted back.

I ragged and leaned down, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks, then sucked in the spot while pounding deeper.

The wet sounds of his pussy slapping against me filled the room.

He came first — shaking, clenching around my cock, but i didn’t stop. I fucked him through it. Chasing my own pleasure.

"Take it." I grunted, pounding with intense force, the friction on his clit pushed him closer to another orgasm.

Ghost came again — harder this time — squirting around my cock, it spurted all the way to chest, cascading down to my thighs.

I slapped him hard on the cheek for being filthy, wetting the floor and making my mobility slippery,

I growled in approval and kept going, fucking him through wave after wave until my own second orgasm hit me like lightning.

I collapsed against him, chest over chest, biting his shoulder as I shuddered.

But I wasn’t satisfied yet.

I pulled out, and flipped Ghost onto his stomach on a low horizontal exposed pipe, and untied his wrists behind his back.

Then came the spanking — sharp, stinging slaps across both of his cheeks until it turned red, little blisters surfaced. Each impact made him leak.

But he chested each pain like a man.

I yanked his hair back and slammed him onto his knees. Turned around and shoved his face between my cheeks.

A soft gasp escaped his lips. "Such a privilege," he murmured, spreading my cheeks open. I felt his tongue — hot and eager — licking from my balls all the way to my ass.

Rimming me sloppily while his other hand stroked my shaft.