“Fuuuck, you look good,” Mike groaned behind me, caressing my bruised butt. I was fully healed and enjoyed getting some attention back on my ass. I’d missed being fucked, and with my ass all sore from the spanking, I was sure it would be an interesting experience when he fucked into me.
Mike had meant it when he’d mentioned my punishment as he kept going, adding more pleasure and pain with each slap. We sadly hadn’t been able to truly use the whip at the cabin, mostly because my ass wouldn’t have been able to handle it then, and my hands couldn’t hold the whip either. Not that we hadn’t done anything fun once Jørgen had left, we just had to be more creative with our mouths.
My sexy man panted behind me, no longer whipping me but instead running his hands over my reddened cheeks. “I need to fuck this hole now,” he whispered, spreading my cheeks and baring me completely. I truly had no idea when this side of Mike had manifested. Perhaps it had done him good being away from work for a while. Or it could be that our bond had solidified further after our weekaway together. No matter the reason, I was loving this side of him. Like I lovedallsides of him.
“Please,” I begged, feeling both drained and wired.
He left the bed and I knew he was searching for the lube. While he fetched it, I leaned my head down on my pillow, resting for a bit as the nerves of anticipation kicked in.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts,” Mike said, almost like an order.
“I will,” I agreed. I doubted him fucking me would hurt more than the spanking, but perhaps he needed the reassurance.
After he’d worked me open, I heard the telltale sound of my leather pants protesting, then he cursed. “I can’t get these damned things off!”
“Leave them on,” I suggested, mostly because I was a needy mess and needed him to fuck me already, and partly because the image of him fucking mewhilewearing those pants… “Yeah, they’re staying on,” I decided firmly.
He chuckled warmly. “Oh, they are, are they now?”
“Hmm.”
“I guessI better get to it then,” he teased, but then he was behind me again, slowly easing into my hole as I grabbed the sheets, willing my dick to behave and not come to soon.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he breathed once he was fully sheathed inside of me.
“Me too,fuuuuck, me too,” I agreed, pushing back to get him moving. I could feel how close I was to coming, and like hell would I come alone.
His warm hands grabbed my hips tighter, his touch forceful and possessive. I fucking loved it. He pulled out slowly, only to slam into me with full force. I didn’t even get a chance to moan my appreciation before he did it again, and again. It was like my Mike was possessed as he took full control of my body, wringing out pleasure so intense my fucking legs were shaking.
“I need you to fuck me tomorrow,” Mike demanded, his tone raspy as the sound of skin slapping against skin took over.
“With pleasure,” I said, trying for a purr but failing when my words came out all slurred as if I was drunk. Perhaps I was drunk on Mike.
He moved one hand, trailing it over my hip, then my thigh, and then. “Ohhhh,” I moaned once he began stroking my dick. I had no way of resisting any further, letting pleasure take over every inch of my skin as the pain on my whipped butt, combined with his brutal thrusts, pushed me over the edge and I came, spurting cum onto our sheets. Mike was close behind, holding both my hips as he quickly chased his own pleasure, filling my ass with a long groan before slumping over my back, panting like he’d run a marathon.
“That was fucking amazing,” I slurred, allowing him to pin me down with his dead weight.
“It really was,” he agreed hoarsely, then he kissed my shoulder three times softly. “I’ll grab a wet towel. Be right back.”
I must’ve dozed off, because I woke to Mike snuggling back into me, making me the big spoon. I smiled into his neck and embraced him. “I love you,” I whispered into his ear before kissing his neck.
“And I love you,” he whispered back.
I closed my eyes with a smile on my face. Life was fucking wonderful now that I had Mike by my side.
Epilogue
Mike
A year later.
Dylan’s cousin was getting married, and I could only focus on all the ghosts in the church. It was unsettling. If only the bride and groom knew just how many dead people were staring them down. I almost shivered from the thought alone. Thankfully, Dylan’s hand was laced with mine, making me able to survive this onslaught of emotions.
“She’s beautiful,” Dylan whispered just as his cousin walked down the aisle.
“She really is,” I agreed, loving her choice of a slightly pink tinted dress. I would explain it best as a light iridescent pink. It made her look almost ethereal.
On the front row where the closest family were placed, a young man sat at the end, a ghost next to him. The guy sitting was crying and so was the ghost, the ghost seeming in pain as he watched the guy cry.
