Enemies.

Part Five

As you look down on Ghost, you bring your voice to a whisper. "An order is what I'm waiting for," You smirk. He lets out a dark chuckle.

"Kiss me. Now."

Not shocked at Ghost's words, your elbows begin to bend. You lowered yourself closer to his unmasked face. The air thickened with the unspoken tension that had been building up between you.

Anger. Frustration. Stress. You both needed a release. Fighting clearly wasn't the answer, you still hated each other. This... was a new method Ghost was trying out.

The world seemed to fade as you press your lips onto his. The only sounds were the sounds of your heart rates increasing as you pull each other into a desperate kiss.

Ghost groans as your soft lips connect with his, his hands pressing onto your back to push you closer to him. Time stood still until you slowly pulled away.

Your eyes flutter open to see Ghost's gaze already on you. "Why'd you stop?" He growls, holding onto your hips as he adjusts his own. "I didn't kno-" You hesitate.

"Don't care. Your punishment starts now." He commands, pulling your hair back and colliding his lips to your neck. "This won't make me hate you any less," Your words come out as desperate moans.

His lips never part your neck as he speaks. "That makes two of us," He bites your neck resulting in a soft gasp. "Play nice, asshole," You scold. He pulls his lips off of you, grasping your neck with a free hand.

"The two things I want to hear from you are moans and my name. That's it."

You manage to spit out two words as he choked you. "Yes... sir." Ghost pulls your body down to whisper in you ear. "What the fuck did I just say?"

"I'm sorry," Your next words slipped out of your mouth subconsciously. Regret covers your face as you close your eyes, realizing you spoke. "Strike two, love," Ghost growls as he rolls over, putting himself on top.

"Want to find out what happens when you get three strikes?" His hands raise your shirt exposing your bruised ribcage. Bending over, he presses his mouth against your wounds kissing them softly.

Your breath hitches as he kisses his way down to your belt line. Your abdomen tenses as his tongue trails your sensitive skin. "Kind of," You speak knowing the consequence.

"And strike three," He chuckles, unbuttoning your pants agonizingly slow. You moan in frustration, bucking your hips toward his face. "Ah, so you can listen," He teases.

Another gasp escapes your throat as he finally pulls your pants down, exposing the wet heat between your legs. Ghost couldn't help but groan at the sight in front of him. "Fuckin' hell," He whispers.

"Ghost," You whine, desperate for some sort of pleasure. He smirks watching you squirm with need. Never breaking eye contact, he plants kisses on your stomach, going lower and lower and lower. And lower.

Your moans fill the silent training room as you grasp onto his dirty blonde hair. "Well, don't you taste magnificent?" He praises, eliciting another whimper from you.

He slowly teased his tongue around your sensitive clit, never giving you the pressure you needed to be completely satisfied. "More, please," You whined.

"Ah, ah, ah," He hums, pulling himself away from you. You groan with need. "That was neither a moan nor my name," He growls. Suddenly, two fingers plunge into your slick heat, the room echoing with your moans.

He captures your lips, muffling your moans with his own mouth as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you. His tongue claimed your mouth as you took in every ounce of pleasure coursing through your body.

You break away from the kiss, dropping your head back. You were careful with your words now, you didn't want him to stop. Your hips matched his hand in opposition, his fingers hitting the spot every time.

You felt your climax building up in your abdomen, begging to be released at the mercy of his fingers. "Ghost," You whimper. Your eyebrows furrow, eyes squeeze, your legs shake as you right on the edge, then...

His fingers pull out of you right as you were about to finish. He pulls away from your mouth to shove his two fingers down your throat. Your mouth wrapped around them naturally, tasting your sweet wetness.

"Good girl," He praises, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He begins to stand up, a smirk plastered on his face. "That's it?" Anguish floods your voice.

He tilts his head down at you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. He laughs. "Yes ma'am, that's it." His voice was cold, yet playful. "But I didn't even fini-" His deep voice interrupts yours with a whisper.

"Consider that your punishment."