Ghostface Erotica Part 3

Ghostface Erotica [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/ww0b7j/ghostface_erotica_part_1/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/wwvzsf/ghostface_erotica_part_2/) available on my profile!

​

*Caitlyn*

The next few nights, I could barely sleep. My body was hyper aware of the fact that Ghostface could come back at any time. And while I should have been terrified, I desperately wanted to be touched by him again.

Aimee and I were still on the outs because I wouldn’t tell her what happened to me. The girl had even gone to the police, who had taken it upon themselves to knock on my front door and do a wellness check.

I’d been terrified ever since that Ghostface would go after my best friend. So now, I was keeping my distance from her, ignoring her calls and texts and arguing with her every time she showed up on my porch.

Could I have told her what was going on with me? Yes. Definitely. We had always told each other everything.

But the extremely slutty, dark, traumatized part of me didn’t want this thing with Ghostface to be ruined.

And how fucked up was that?

“Miss me?”

I jerked into a sitting position, my eyes flying open as I stared up into Ghostface’s mask. For once, my power wasn’t off. In fact, he was illuminated by the glow of purple lights I’d recently strung up on my far wall.

“I swear I didn’t tell her anything,” I blurted, reaching out for his arms.

He let me touch him, and I felt the muscles beneath his costume bunch beneath my touch. My breath hitched in my throat. What would he look like naked?

He ran a gloved finger along my jawline. “I know you didn’t, so I didn’t dispose of her.” He cocked his head to the side. “I believe a good girl deserves a reward.”

I whimpered, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. Grabbing one of my hands from his arm, his placed it over his crotch, letting me feel how hard he was. “You gonna let me inside you?”

I eagerly nodded my head, already spreading my legs for him. He hummed, glancing toward the window. “It’s almost daylight. We don’t have much time.”

Like the slut he knew I was, I quickly yanked my clothes off and scooted my ass to the edge of the bed, baring myself to him. He groaned and stripped his costume over his head before undoing the zipper of his black cargo pants. Chains dangled from his belt loops, attaching to some of the pockets.

My eyes zeroed in on his cock as soon as it was freed. It was hard, the veins prominent along the length. The tip was swollen and dripping precum, ready to be inside of me.

He slid his fingers along my slit. “You gonna be the perfect little slut and let me inside you raw?”

I whimpered. I was so fucking wet I could feel it dripping down into the crack of my ass. “I might get pregnant,” I warned him. “Birth control is bad for me.”

“Fuck yeah it is,” he growled. He gripped my chin. “And you will never use it, you hear me?”

I licked my lips, nodding my head. I was aching so badly for him. “Please,” I whimpered.

He slid inside of me, my wet heat easily opening for him. His gloved hands gripped my hips, and he began to fuck me. “I need to breed you,” he growled. “Treat you like the dirty fucking slut you are.” His pelvis bumped my clit as he drove into my over and over. I mewled, my back arching, my hands gripping the covers above my head. “I’m gonna come back every night, Caitlyn, and I’m gonna fuck you over and fucking over.”

I cried out, coming around him, my pussy gripping his cock. He snarled and fucked me faster, harder, driving into my cunt with a bruising force. “You gonna be here waiting for me in this bed every night?” he asked me.

“Yes!” I cried out. “Oh, God!” I screamed, coming again.

He growled my name as he spilled inside of me, hot spurts of his cum filling me up like a bitch in heat he’d just fucked. After a moment, he slid out, still half hard, and then he rolled me to my side before tucking himself back into his pants.

“Stay like that for fifteen minutes,” he told me. “I’ll know if you move,” he warned.

I ran my eyes over him as he pulled his costume back on. I frowned. “Are you watching me?”

“Every fucking second,” he promised.

That was terrifying, and yet, it made me want him all over again. He leaned over me, his hand wrapping around my throat, tightening to the point I could barely breathe. My wide eyes locked on his.

“You’re mine. No other man touches you, and from now on, no one comes in this apartment without my permission, not even your bitchy little best friend, you hear me? And you. Don’t. Leave.”

“Work?” I asked, my voice trembling.

He hummed. “No. You’re mine. I’m not sharing you with another fucking soul.”

And somehow, becoming his prisoner and the bitch he breeds just became my fucking life goal without the slightest bit of pressure from him.

“When can I see your face?” I asked him, my voice quiet and small, like I was a bit afraid of him punishing me for asking.

He cut off my air supply, and my pussy clenched. “When you prove to me you’ll always be a good girl, Caitlyn.”

And then, he released me. “Twelve more minutes.”

He was gone.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x3fua6/ghostface_erotica_part_3