Page 65 of Hot Ghost Summer

“Use your words, Baby.”

“N-no, Sir. I didn’t.”

I hum. “Earlier, you didn’t want to know what the punishment would be, do you remember? So, let me show you.”

Reaching down, I wrap my fingers firmly around his cock.

Theo gives a full-body shudder. “Cold.”

I give him a second to adjust, then treat him to what I know he needs. Pressure, speed, friction, and a knowledgeable touch.

He fits perfectly into my palm, there’s no denying that. Closing my fist around him, I jerk him at a fast and steady pace. His spine rolls as his hips buck, and he learns my rhythm quickly, thrusting to counter me and heightening his pleasure. But I didn’t say he could take what he wanted.

Hands still held in front of him, veins in his forearms proud, eyes unfocused, he’s right on that edge when I take back my hand, turn to face my laptop, and bring up the email chain.

Theo whines, and his heavy breaths are loud in the otherwise silent room.

“I’m going to repeat the very first question I asked you.” I tell him, tone neutral. “There’s more than one spirit haunting Plot Forty-Seven. Did you notice that?”

A layer of sweat coats his skin, his chest heaves, and his dick drools on the floor beneath him. He looks debauched. Beautiful. Even though he’s glaring daggers at me.

“No,” he spits. “I didn’t notice.”

I keep my gaze on the screen.

“Well, there is. The rumbling, the noise, and the smell. That all belongs to a different entity than the man you saw. But there’s no mention of a double haunting being suspected anywhere in this.” I tap my fingers on the tabletop. “But why hasn’t anyone noticed before?”

“Maybe the farmer-ghost is really a sadist who makes all the other ghosts do the hauntings for him,” Theo mutters.

I turn to face him. That fire in him calls to me. Cock cages were invented for brats like Theo. I could order some? I still have access to my accounts… Instead, I push the thought—and the chair I’m sitting on—away to join him on the floor. Cock cages are intimate, something I’d only consider with a long-term partner, and whatever this is, it can’t be that.

Trailing my fingers along his straight eyebrows, I trace a line down his jaw until I reach his lips. His injuries are fading. The bruising around his eye is more of a blue green, and the split on his lip is less swollen.

“That’s actually very insightful,” I tell him, running my fingertip around his pretty mouth. “Did you know there are rare accounts of codependent hauntings?”

Theo’s eyes glaze over when I place my other hand over his tunnelled ones and kneel on the other side to mirror him.

“Usually, these spirits are tied together through a complicated death process, but it’s perfectly possible for one entity to dominate another. I think this is something worth looking into. Thank you.” I take my finger from his lips and brace it on the back of his neck. “Would you like a reward?”

Every muscle in his body tightens, and I smile. “So much more compliant when you’re needy.”

As if on cue, Theo moans.

I tighten my hand over his, squeezing his fists. “Together, Baby. Ready?”

Theo’s dick twitches in anticipation.

“Come for me.”

He rails our joined hands, fucking himself furiously, and all my senses blur—just like the boundaries I made. This isn’t wise. Logically, I know that, but as Theo’s ragged and lust-filled breaths wash over me, I forget why that is.

I’m his poltergeist. He’s my target.

Theo’s snapping hips falter a second before he throws his head back, trusting entirely that I won’t let go as he ejaculates into his own gloved fists.

He’s a generous lover.

The thought pulls me up short. He can’t be my lover—I’m dead.