Behind you (Dark Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader x Vladimir Makarov)

Chapter 5

The days pass...

The continuous rubbing of his body in and out only causes friction and pain. By now your legs are resting tiredly on the bed on either side of his body. The only movement your body makes is when he thrusts into you, your head is bent to the side and you stare blankly at the wall. A few drops of his sweat fall on your body.

"Simon, please. I'm tired... stop for today" you say between thrusts.

Ghost finally snapped out of his trance and froze when you spoke. He seemed shocked even though it was clear you were exhausted from all the attempts, he backed away and took a few seconds to collect himself and moving his forelock backwards. He spoke carefully "I'm sorry Y/N, it's just that it's so important for me to have a pup, I can't stop until you've given me one" he says as he resumes his thrusts and holds you by the wrists in a painful and possessive way.

The nights with him became unmanageable.

"You're hurting me, I can't take it anymore!"

"Just give me one more try, I promise it will be quick and then we can stop." he was still trying to get you to agree.

You sighs and remains still.

He rests for a moment and then starts pushing inside you again, making the bed shake with his powerfull thrusts.

After another tense few minutes he was finally exhausted. With each orgasm his cum seems to struggle to come out.

He looked away from you as he saw the misery and exhaustion in your face, he felt guilty. "I'm sorry..."

You don't say anything and roll over, you don't even clean yourself and close your eyes.

Ghost was starting to finally admitted to himself that this was not going to work.

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The next day is an ordinary day in Ghost's life. He returns from a long, difficult mission that leaves him reliving his traumas. With a snap of his fingers he makes you understand what he wants while he sits with his legs open on the sofa.

You obey but as soon as you smell him you stop "Simon, maybe you should wash..." but he doesn't let you finish and gives you a slap in the face. "Don't complain, suck my cock and let's finish this day. Or would you rather have me on top of you in this state?" he tells you with malice and mockery.

"Okay" you reply and lower yourself between his legs, undo his belt and take a breath knowing that you will have to hold your breath and retch.

Your mind fills with thoughts, how is it possible that my life has been reduced like this? I was a soldier and now I am his whore.... How can I go on living like this?

You feel suffocated in this cage you have been living in for months.

You're going crazy, you're slowly dying... you're... your thoughts are distorted right away... I have to finish what he has ordered me to do... you think inside yourself as if your personality has suddenly changed.

You start with the tip and wet its length with saliva and then start sucking. He wastes no time and places a hand on your head to hold you still as he moves his hips burying his cock in your throat. You put your hands on his knees to ease the grip and pain.

When he finishes he leaves his hand on your head and you try to make him understand that you need to breathe. As soon as he calms down, he gets up and goes to the bathroom, leaving you alone.

You feel humiliated and used... when he returns from a complicated mission he forces you to make quick gestures to please him, so he can lock himself in his room drinking and smoking, trying to forget what he has seen during his missions.

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Two days later you're still under him, sore and out of breath. Your eyes are tired and empty. "Simon, it's the third time please let me rest." you say exhausted.

"Hold on for one more minute" he replies between the thrusts while his hot breath moves all your hair that falls on your face.

With the last thrust he stays a few seconds inside you, looking at you. You have lost weight, your face is pale and full of dark circles.

Ghost couldn't help but feeling down due to the past few days and he was worried because you were starting to seem really exhausted and there was a lack of progress.

He decided that he would make an appointment with a doctor to see if he could get some more information. Thinking about the possibility of there being something wrong made him nervous, this was starting to take a lot more effort than he had hoped for and he wanted some answers.

When it comes out your body spasms in pain, your wrists are released and purple marks begin to appear. The bed squeaks as his immense body rises.

You cannot lift yourself and you feel something being thrown onto your chest.

"Tonight you'll take your last pregnancy test and if it's negative... I'll book a visit to a doctor and we'll sort this out" he says in a sour voice.

You grab the object and look at it exhausted as you get up and go to the bathroom to piss on the fucking thing again.