TWENTY - ONE
QUEEN & GHOST
HOUSTON, TEXAS
cnc⚠️
GHOST KEPT BEYONCÉ RESTRAINED ON THE floor as he continued whipping her ass with his belt. He had thrown her around and forced her on all fours with her ass in the air. Her hands were tied behind her back by duct tape and every once in a while, she tried to pry her hands free but it was no use. She squirmed in pain, fresh tears falling landing on the marble floor of her mansion while she was humiliated by her stalker.
"You think you can leave me? Think you can run away?" He asked, delivering another strike to her broken skin. "Try that shit again and I'll chain your ass into a basement. The only thing you'll eat is my cum."
Another scream bounced off the walls and his eyes lit up in excitement. By this time, she had purple and yellow bruises decorating her bottom and her body was vehemently shaking. He had been spanking her for about 30 minutes now, each blow harder than the last. She couldn't move or run away, the only thing she could do was take it. Sobs escaped from her lips and he smirked at her pain.
"Look at how perfectly you submit to me. You're so lost in me, aren't you? Exactly where you're meant to be." He said, whipping her again. Her bruises were growing and getting darker, sparkling tears staining her golden skin. She should be hating this especially because she was in pain but her pussy was clenching and she almost didn't want him to stop. Every sting brought an electric ripple through her body she had never experienced.
"Don't you see I'm doing all this because I love you?" He asked, his voice suddenly soft and gentle. Beyoncé leaned her head against the floor, taking a second to catch her breath. He bent down and played with her blonde strands. After a moment, he tightly wrapped his belt around her neck and every few seconds, she would gasp for the little amount of air she could take.
Then he grabbed his knife and began to carve out his name on her ass. Blood trickled down her shaky legs and stained the white tile underneath. Beyoncé groaned in pain loudly, feeling the knife cut deeply into her skin repeatedly. He wasn't being gentle either, he was slicing deep inside.
More drops of blood cascaded down the back of her thighs and he watched with lust in his eyes. The crimson red was a perfect contrast to her skin, she looked like a piece of art that should be hung in the most secure museum.
"Now, everyone will know who you fucking belong to." Ghost muttered, setting the knife down once his entire name was carved. Her entire body was burning but somehow she didn't want this night to end. This was the most excitement she had felt in the last couple of days.
"You've teased me long enough. You're about to find out just how much I need you. I've been craving you all day. No more waiting. I need every inch of you, right this second." He began to unzip his pants and soon pulled himself out. He jerked himself at the sight of her, whispering her name under his breath. Finally, he forced himself inside, her pussy wrapping tightly around him. They both moaned, taking a second to adjust.
He slapped her bruised ass and the pain was enough to make Beyoncé want to cum instantly. She felt alive and it was something she never wanted to stop feeling. He grabbed her neck, pulling her head to the side so she could look at him. "There's no escape. I see the fear in your eyes. How helpless... so scared, yet you love being taken like this. You're trembling. Don't hide it. You can scream all you want, but we both know you belong to me completely."
He began thrusting inside of her fast, watching the way her ass bounced with every thrust. He licked his lips, throwing his head back at the sensation of her tightly wrapped around him. He whispered inaudible words, resting his hand on her right asscheek. "You're everything I desire, my perfect doll. Every move you make, every sound, it's all for me. You're my world."
