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“Is it true?” Sebastian hissed as he grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her to the wall.
She stared up at him with big eyes, looking as innocent as ever, but he knew there was a certain darkness behind those beautiful irises. “Is what true?” she asked quietly, definitely defiantly.
“You're fucking ghosts now?” he cut straight to the chase, and the way she flinched slightly and looked away was answer enough. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on her shoulders and leaned closer, waiting for her confirmation. He had to hear her say it.
“No, I'm not,” she said and clenched her jaw as she looked back up at him. “How would that even be possible, Sebastian?” she teased, but he knew better.
“You were seen,” he stated coldly, tilting his head.
Her eyes went a little bit wider. “What?” she breathed and the hint of a blush on her cheeks only confirmed his suspicions.
“It's true then?” he asked again.
“I did not fuck a ghost, okay?” she hissed back and looked around again, her voice a frantic whisper. Behind him he could hear students passing them, chatting away, not particularly caring about the girl pinned against the wall or the boy looming over her threateningly. “I just –”
“You what?” he pressed, staring at her darkly.
She inhaled sharply and looked at him, narrowing her eyes. “I was... pleasuring myself and he... he was just there...” she whispered barely audible, her cheeks fully flushed now.
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Who?”
Sebastian saw her swallowing, her eyes wandering over his face. “Jackdaw...”
“I can't believe it,” he said with a loud exhale and leaned back a little, propping one hand on the wall behind her. “Seriously? Of all the ghosts you chose that horny bastard?”
“I didn't choose him! He... chose me...” she whispered, avoiding his eyes once more.
He watched her closely. “Did he harass you?” he asked and the straight-forwardness of his question made her wince. She shook her head and he frowned. “So you enjoyed him being there, watching you while you fucked yourself?”
“Sebastian!” she hissed and looked up at him urgently. “Lower your voice!”
His free hand found her throat and he couldn't help it, he had to squeeze it lightly, causing her to gasp and bite her lip. “What exactly did you do? What did he see you do?”
“I...” She swallowed against his grip, more than embarrassed now. “I used my toys...” Her voice was quiet and coy, and the way she squirmed against him only increased the heat pulsing through him. “And –”
“And?” he asked, frowning deeper, not having expected an and.
“He asked to see –” Her voice broke there and she cleared her throat, looking away despite the grip he had on her throat.
“What?” he urged, leaning closer, his hand grabbing her chin to force her to look at him.
When she met his eyes, she whispered: “My pussy.”
His eyes widened now and he felt his lips parting as he tried to comprehend what she had just told him. “He did what ?” he hissed angrily, pushing her head against the wall as he leaned even closer. “And you... showed him ?”
He saw her lips trembling, her eyelids fluttering. The jerky nod she issued made him clench his jaw tighter. Shaking his head, he lowered his other hand and without hesitation he slipped it under her skirt and grabbed her mound, forcing the fabric of her underwear into her slit as he pushed his fingers against her. She gasped and writhed in his hold.
“But this is my pussy...” he growled as he leaned closer to press his forehead against hers.
She chewed on her lips, before she narrowed her eyes slightly, a little bit of defiance remaining in her shivering body. “Last time I checked, it was attached to me...”
He laughed darkly at that. “But it belongs to me,” he said slowly and forced his fingers deeper, pushing her underwear between her wet folds. “And only me, do you understand that?”
She held his gaze and breathed loudly through her nose. When she didn't say anything, his anger only grew. He let go of her then, both her cunt and her chin, and slightly pushed her against the wall, taking a quick look along the hallway. Most students had left the adjacent classrooms, but the threat of someone walking by was still there. And it only made him desire her more.
Without any warning, he grabbed her head and forced her downwards until she was kneeling in front of him, where she grabbed his thighs as she started to lose balance. She looked up at him with those big eyes, seemingly accepting her fate. He licked his lips and took another step towards the wall, caging her in, concealing her with his body. Good thing he'd remembered to wear his robes today.
With one hand still gripping her hair, he unbuttoned his trousers with the other, watching her closely as she waited almost patiently. She wanted this , he told himself. She wants to be punished... Breathing a little bit heavier, he freed his cock from its confines and grabbed her face with his hand, pushing his thumb and forefinger into her cheeks.
“Open,” he hissed and watched in growing satisfaction how she complied, slightly tilting her chin up as she opened her mouth wide, her tongue awaiting him almost eagerly. With a dark smirk, he grabbed her hair with both hands and forced his hips against her, feeling her lips closing around his tip before she took him in fully. A quiet whimper escaped her, but she soon obeyed his unspoken command and started licking and sucking, almost a little bit too eager.
He pushed her head back until it hit the wall and moved his pelvis closer, his hands resting on the wall in front of him as he felt her warm mouth around his length, her frantic breaths hot on his skin as he buried himself deep inside her warmth. Holding back a moan, he felt her pushing him back a little, and he faltered and allowed it, letting her catch her breath as she leaned back and released him with a wet pop and a deep gasp.
Looking down at her, he met her gaze, or glare more specific, and he only smirked wider at how she looked at him. He grabbed her chin again and forced his cock into her mouth once more, holding her head up as he started pushing in and out of her with slow, deliberate movements of his hips, his crown scraping over her tongue, her lips tight around his growing girth.
Her noises barely registered for him, neither did the approaching footsteps. For a moment he was lost in the feeling of her pretty little mouth enveloping his cock so perfectly. When her fingers dug into the back of his thighs, he inhaled sharply and noticed the students walking by just in time. He quickly pushed her further against the wall, moving his robes slightly around her shoulder, and then proceeded to stare at the painting next to him as if he was seeing it for the first time, nodding with interest as he studied the foreign landscape, even raising a hand to his chin and scratching it studiously.
The chatting students passed and as soon as they did, he felt her gripping his thighs tighter, almost frantically, and he quickly stepped back, allowing her to release him once more. She had kept him inside the whole time and he was slightly impressed. Spluttering now, strands of saliva dripping from her chin and connecting to his agitated tip, she stared up at him breathlessly. He gave her a genuine smile and then grabbed her head again to push himself past her trembling lips.
She groaned and rolled her eyes, but obeyed nonetheless, letting him continue to gently thrust his hips against her. He watched her close her eyes and just surrender, staying perfectly still in front of him, taking it like the good little slut that she was – his slut , and nobody else's, he reminded himself, and the thought of her exposing herself to a horny ghost guy caused him to drive his pelvis firmer against her, faster and harder, and her whimpers only spurred him on further.
Then he grabbed her chin and tilted it up, angling her head so that he could plunge into her even deeper – and when he felt his tip hitting the back of her throat and how she gagged around him, her fingers digging into his legs, he groaned quietly and arched his head back. He gave her a little time to adjust, then leaned back, watching her curiously. She kept her eyes closed, tears forming beneath her long lashes, and so he continued, slowly pushing his cock further into her mouth, holding her chin with one hand and her hair with the other.
When he felt the tight squeeze of her throat, he gritted his teeth and held down a moan, but the shudder of his body he couldn't hide. Pushing her head against his groin, he slipped deeper and deeper, his tip almost aching under the intense pressure of her tight throat. She whimpered against him, her hands hitting his thighs frantically, yet he held himself like that for a moment, letting the shudders rush through his body and gathering inside his stomach, before he leaned back with a moan, releasing her reluctantly.
She pushed with all her strength against him, and once his cock slipped from her lips, she gasped and coughed deeply, the tears streaming down her cheeks mercilessly now. He watched her, spit and precum soiling her chin, her chest rising and falling fast from the exertion. Biting his lip, he gave her only a short moment to catch her breath, before he grabbed her chin once again and more swiftly this time forced his cock down her throat, her nose buried in his curly hairs, her chin pressed against his balls, her whole body quivering against his as he held her pressed to his groin, feeling her throat clenching around him deliciously.
The tension built within him, but he told himself to wait. He leaned back again, but didn't pull out entirely, only enough to allow her to breathe loudly through her nose. Her hands were clawing at the back of his thighs as she held herself up, barely able to contain the shudders any more. He started moving his hips again, slow at first, scraping his length over her tongue and deep down her throat, before he moved back again, only to repeat the motion long enough for him to feel his cock hardening almost painfully.
His balls tightened, but he kept going, fucking her face deep and hard, his movements quickening like his breaths, his heart pounding inside his chest, each thrust causing either a whimper out of her or a moan out of him. When he felt it coming, he pushed into her as deep as possible, burying himself in her tight little throat, gripping her hair forcefully, as he released his seed with a force that made her squirm against him.
With a groan he leaned back slowly and watched with trembling lips how his throbbing cock slipped out of her mouth, thick ropes of cum spurting onto her tongue and dripping past her lips onto her chin. He kept his thrumming tip close to her face, waiting for her to swallow what he had given her. She did so, slowly and with her eyes squeezed shut tightly, flinching and wincing every time his hot semen passed her hurting throat.
He had eased his grip on her hair and started caressing it softly, and she seemed to calm down slightly under the touch. Once she was done swallowing enough of him to be able to breathe again, she looked up at him, eyes red and puffy, cheeks wet, lips swollen and raw and covered in his cum. He gave her a smile and pushed his tip against her mouth again, and even though she glared up at him, she closed her lips around him once more and flicked her tongue around him obediently.
Once he was clean again, he shoved himself back behind the confines of his trousers and buttoned them with quick fingers. She remained kneeling in front of him, staring up, looking absolutely spent, and suddenly he felt bad for her. She was such an eager girl, always following his lead in whatever he wanted to do, never questioning him, always horny enough to make their encounters enjoyable for the both of them.
And perhaps her pleasuring herself in front of a ghost wasn't such a bad thing after all. So what if that horny dead guy was getting off on watching her, in the end it was him, Sebastian, very much alive , who was able to shove his dick down her throat and fuck her senseless. He could touch her and comfort her and hold her in his arms, feel her warmth and her shivers, and he knew despite everything he had made her do, she was doing it for him – and she liked it.
So he leaned down and knelt in front of her, grabbing her face gently as he watched her closely. She swallowed, wincing right after, and chewed on her lips, awaiting whatever he would throw her way. He wiped a speck of cum or saliva from her lips, before he pressed his mouth onto hers, kissing her softly, unable to stop his tongue from pushing past her lips. She whimpered slightly into his mouth, but kissed him back all the same, her hands grabbing the front of his robes as she pulled herself closer to him.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered against her lips, leaning back only slightly to look at her.
She frowned. “What for?” she croaked, and the sound of her strained voice only made him feel worse.
“I shouldn't have been so rough,” he explained quietly, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. “I shouldn't have been so angry...” He inhaled deeply and leaned back more, his eyes wandering over her flushed face. “It is your body and it is yours to do whatever you want with it, no matter who's watching...”
Her eyelids fluttered, and after she stared at him for a moment in agonizing silence she gave him a small smile.
“And perhaps you'll give me a look at your pussy as well?” he asked with a smirk. “Am I still allowed to do that?”
She rolled her eyes and leaned closer to press her trembling lips against his cheek. “Of course, and you don't even have to ask for it,” she rasped hoarsely and threw her arms around him, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
He embraced her tightly and breathed in deeply as he pushed his nose into her hair. Clearly he didn't deserve this girl, and yet he couldn't wait to do even worse things to her.