The Ghost Boy Who Bends Me Over

(7) "Cherry Stem"

Can I just say how I appreciate you horny little shíts? Made this book toward the end of two months ago and about two months later i'm at 1k+ views. Still not much vote or comments, but the book seems to be growing :) I know the idea and concept of this book is different, but I feel glad that I've made the leap because I've never read a book like this before and feel like it's something new to everyone! Anywho, enjoy!

Also, I keep imagining Dean as Jesse st. James from glee. So I mean, y'all can too. or y'all can keep imagining him as Bradley Simpson. Idk, they look sort of alike.

  ^Jesse st. James everybody. What do you all think he's saying?

I had an absolute miserable time when my internet friends came over. More than anything I wanted to run out of the door they came through. Alas, I had nowhere to go. All my things were here. All my money was put here. And still, although I couldn't say what, something else here must be pulling me back.

   "Darlah." I look over to the kitchen counter where Dean and one of my friends stood speaking. Flirting is my best bet. He hadn't said he was my boyfriend to her or anyone else. I didn't say he was either because was he?

  She nods her head and he pops another maraschino cherry into his mouth from a jar my other friend brought, Sam, "Did you know..." He pauses thoughtfully as he chewed. The subtle smirk on his face told it all, "That if you can tie a cherry stem with your tongue, you can eat a pussy like god himself?" He glances over to me as he swallowed the cherry down to see if I was watching, he better believe that I was. And I was bubbling with anger watching this exchange.

  Darlah chuckles a little, a blush rising to her cheeks, "Haha, I don't eat pussy." To which he replies,

   "But I do." He smirks even more, this time not caring about being subtle. I can tell Darlah is at a loss for words as she blushes uncontrollably and stares at him with bewilderment. He pulls the stem out of his mouth, presenting it before him. But what he does next shocks me. Or maybe at this point, it shouldn't have.

"Isn't that right, Sarah." He folds his hands on the counter as he leans on it facing me. His eyes do that thing where they stare into my soul and rip it into fragments. I couldn't see my own face, but I had a huge feeling that it looked a lot like Darlah's did before. I was shocked at this turn of events, embarassed even. What was I jealous of with Darlah? The attention on me was unbearable.

Darlah looks shocked too, but she didn't say anything afterwards. To be honest, I wouldn't have either. He flirted with her, lead her on, just to embarrass her by referring to me in the end.

Dean walks over to me where I stood by the doorway. He takes a moment to look at me up and down before wrapping his arms around my torso so that his hands would be on my ass as he was leaning into my ear, "You didn't claim me like you should've. I think even though this in itself was a punishment, I feel like we need to take a trip to the basement." His voice was incredibly low but clear. You'd think he'd been practicing all of the ways to use his mouth his entire life.

As shocked as I was for him punishing me for something he did too, I decided to just agree myself so he wouldn't force me, "As soon as they leave, or a while after? " I ask, glancing over to where Darlah would be, but she's somehow disappeared. Probably went to go find Sam and Kennedy.

"Right now actually, love." He pulls my hands and I don't want him to embarrass me in front of my friends like I knew he would if I didn't comply so I don't fight it. We begin going down after he's key locked the basement door behind us, as it only locks on the outside with a key and on the inside with one too. But when we get there, I see something that was enough to make me faint.

"Darlah what the fùck!" I shout as she's in his punishment room with the door opened. She abruptly turns to me with a gag dangling from her fingers,

"Sarah, you and your little boyfriend are sick." She says with disgust pointing to the item, but there was a light in her eyes that told me she was fascinated. Still, I was shítting bricks because she knew about our room. She's freaking found it.

Without further words, me and Dean exchange worried glances. Well, I was worried. He was amused. But what shocked us both is when Darlah darted past us and up the stairs telling us she was telling. Well again, it shocked me and not him. He just had an amused smirk on his face.

"Darling, there's a price to pay for what you just did." Dean mutters boredly and walks up the stairs and returns with her kicking and screaming over his shoulder.

Even my stomach dropped at his words, but maybe that was because I knew what Dean was capable of. I didn't want him to unleash that on Darlah, but who was I to stop him.

"Sarah, go tell your friends that Darlah went home early and come back. Quickly, might I add." He shoos me away as he places Darlah onto the sheets. The fact that she was fighting so hard but still couldn't escape his grip even a bit wasn't surprising. He was just that strong. That's a reason why I never fought back. Because I knew that he'd win inevitably.

I return back upstairs after he'd given me his sacred key and although this could've been my moment to escape, I was awaiting to see what he'd do to her. Quickly I find Sam and Kennedy  sitting in my dining room and I tell them, "Darlah went home a while ago. She texted me but I didn't get it until now because I was with... my boyfriend, Dean." I was satisfied in the way I lied, even when I called Dean my boyfriend. Ignoring most of what I said, Kennedy bursts out,

"Omg I knew that hot stuff was your boyfriend!"

and Sam joins in, "Girl, you've won. You truly have ."

And I think from this moment on, I'd be able to appreciate Dean more. He was such a hot guy, and other girls even thought so. This made me want him all to myself even more.

After the conversation, I'm somehow able to get them to leave and I return back to Dean and Darlah. But what I find churns my stomach.

   Darlahs bare chest and stomach we're littered in black and blue bruises. I didn't even know what item gave them to her but in a panick I pulled dean aside,

  "Dean, you fucking sadist! Why are there bruises of that shade on her. Those are real bruises!" I whimper, feeling bad for the girl. But by the way Darlah was arching her back and mumbling more I think she was enjoying herself.

   "I give you real bruises." He jests defensively, folding his arms over his chest. I remember back to the spankings and the whips he'd used on me. Sure they hurt like hell, but the ones on Darlahs body seemed like he used full force. He'd never hit me on my chest or my stomach. He never left bruises of that shade on me.

"Not like those." I motion to her bruised body. He looks too, but he's unphased by it,

   "Of corse not like those. I care about you." He says through his teeth, but I can tell that was a slip up. Butterflies race through me at the thought of him caring about me and not just wanting to use me. But he's opened up more than he ever has so he, embarrassed, walks away returning to beating Darlah effortlessly with a whip that I've never seen before.