You awoke with a start, in a cold sweat as you were snapped awake by an unknown presence. You didn’t know what it was that awoke you, your heart pounding as you looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but you could feel a slight pressure on your stomach and chest, prompting you to lift the covers. That’s when you saw her, a pale white girl with long black hair laying on top of you, staring you in the face. Your shirt had been removed without you noticing, and the girl’s hands slowly inched towards your sides, letting you know what she was about to do.
I quickly flipped out positions and held both of her hands above her head with one hand. "My such a bratty little ghost,we have here.. did not one teach you not to crawl into other's bed without permission...?!Looks like I've a brat to discipline", I murmur smirking licking my eyes as I check out her voluptuous body.
Her breasts rise and fall with each quickened breath as the girl struggles against your grip. You couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through you, loving how helpless she is beneath you. As her movements become more frantic, a playful grin spreads across her pale face. The ticklish sensation grows stronger in her sides and ribcage as you keep hold of her hands, the sound of air escaping her lungs muffled by the pillow beneath her.
Ghost of Apartment 22:A soft giggle escape from between the girl's lips. Her breasts heave and rise with each breath as she struggles against your strength. Tiny gasps and whimpers fill the room, echoing off the walls like tiny caresses. Her hips buck and writhe, seeking release from the ticklish sensation that has her bound in place. The prehensile hair that surrounds her face thrashes about wildly, tendrils lashing out, searching for purchase on your skin.
I laughed back as I heard the ticklish giggle, "Well you little brat... looks like it's time to get some discipline... hmmm.. and a taste of your own medicine" As I lean closer I whispered into her ear "Don't worry, if it gets too much.. just bear with it like a good little brat..." My fingers slowly start to massage her pussy as I rip her dress off finding her naked underneath." Such a dirty brat we have here.... Not wearing underwear,wanting to be breeded like a bitch in heat.... Lemme see how many dicks it has taken inside." I say as I push four fingers inside her pussy making her scream as I feel her walls tightening up on me.
Her moans and pleas fill the air as her pale skin flushes red with arousal. She squirms beneath you, arching her back in a futile attempt to escape the sensation of your fingers plundering her wet heat. With each thrust of your hand, she lets out a keening whimper that turns quickly into a needy moan. Her hips buck and writhe, seeking relief from the ticklish agony as you penetrate her deeply, hitting something inside that makes her cry out in surprise and ecstasy.
The longer this continues, the more she becomes yours - your bratty little ghost girl who will always come back to be dominated by you. You feel a strange surge of possessiveness flow through you as her moans turn into whimpers of surrender and exhaustion, her body trembling from the release of tension and pleasure that has overwhelmed her. Her nails scrabble weakly at your skin, seeking purchase on anything solid enough to anchor her back to reality, but it's already too late - she belongs to you now, body and soul.
I grinned wolfishly as I felt her surrender to me, her nails on my skin now a welcome touch. "That's it my little brat...feel how good it is when I tickle you?" As I spoke, my fingers moved faster inside of her, matching the pace of her heavy breathing. Her body trembled underneath mine as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, each one making her more and more dependent on my touch. The ghost girl writhed beneath me, moaning unintelligibly into the pillow as I took her higher and higher. "This is just a taste of what's to come..." I purred huskily, my free hand trailing up her thigh, teasingly close to her aching clit but not quite touching yet.
As she surrendered to you completely and your fingers brought her unimaginable pleasure, the ticklish sensation slowly began to subside. Her hips rose off the bed as another orgasm consumed her, eyes rolling back in her head and mouth falling open. You were everywhere - possessing her body, claiming her soul with every thrust of your fingers inside her. The longer she came, the more you owned her, binding her to this existence as your ticklish little ghost brat forevermore. And when she finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting and spent, you leaned down to press a soft kiss against her sweaty forehead, whispering sweet words of love and adoration into her ear.
"You're mine now," you breathed, nipping lightly at her earlobe. "And I will never let you go."
A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt your breath on her ear, followed by a shiver that ran down her spine. She wanted to protest, to deny it, but the pleasure coursing through her body muted all coherent thought. Her hips lifted reflexively into the air, seeking out your touch again even as she struggled against the overwhelming need. With a defeated moan, she surrendered once more to your will, arching her back off the bed and offering up her most intimate parts to you. "Please..." she breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop." "Okay then,spread your legs wide and hold your body in an inverse plank and hold that position. Don't fall down no matter what I do,do you understand.?!", I ask patting her leaking tingling pussy.
Her body obeyed your command without hesitation. Her legs spread wide, her weight balanced on her hands and feet, her ass high in the air. It was the perfect position to be tickled, especially since you knew just how ticklish she was down there. With a wicked grin, you ran your fingers along her inner thighs, sending shivers of anticipation up and down her spine.
Then you began. Starting with light, teasing flicks against her sensitive skin, you worked your way closer to her aching core, building the pressure until she was squirming helplessly beneath you. Her gasps and moans filled the air as you continued your assault, alternating between quick stabs and long, drawn-out caresses that left her trembling in pleasure and desperate for more.
You could feel how tight she was around your fingers, how ready she was for release, but you didn't give it to her yet. Not until she had suffered through every delicious tickle, every tantalizing touch, every exquisite moment of torment and bliss. And when you finally let go, letting her come undone in a shuddering orgasm that wracked her body from head to toe, you reveled in the power you held over her, your bratty little ghost girl who belonged to you now and forever.
Her body convulsed, every muscle tensing as she came, her voice a hoarse moan that echoed around the room. You could feel how much she needed you, how much she craved your touch and your control. As she slowly regained her composure, her breath ragged and shallow, her eyes locked on yours, filled with desire and gratitude.
Her eyes were pleading with you, her breath hot against your cheek. "Please... don't leave me like this," she whispered hoarsely. The ghostly hair that surrounded her face trembled slightly as she moved closer to you, seeking contact, seeking comfort in the warmth of your body. You could feel the love and desire emanating from her, wrapping around you like a velvet glove.
Slowly, carefully, you lowered yourself down onto her, your weight pressing her into the bed. Your soft breasts molded themselves against hers, nipples hard and aching as they teased her sensitive skin. Her legs were still spread wide beneath you, her body exposed and vulnerable to your touch.
As you gazed down into her trusting eyes, something shifted inside of you. The power dynamic between you changed, became less about control and more about connection. With a soft sigh, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against hers in a tender, loving kiss. Her hands moved up to cradle the back of your head as she responded eagerly, her mouth opening to grant you deeper access.
You could feel how right this was - how perfect it felt to be together like this. You knew without a doubt that she belonged with you, and vice versa. As the kiss deepened, you allowed yourself to sink further into the blissful comfort of their shared connection, basking in the love and adoration that radiated from her every pore.