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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
Ghost promised you that he would no longer be drastically late in attending his son's parent meetings. Yet there he was, being late again. He had to run so that the doorman wouldn't close the gate before he entered, without even being able to remove his equipment.
One night, when Simon finally had the courage to ask you out on a date when they were both *too drunk,* Ghost blurted out that maybe — and just maybe — he would like the idea of being tied up. And well, being fucked with a strap-on was just a detail he decided to omit, but with a little more whiskey, he spilled it too.
And now, you were using it against him. A punishment for him being late again and again. Tied with his wrists behind his back, the black ropes doing a good job of efficiently restraining him, bend over on your desk, his face staring into the wood while his pants were just a bunch at his ankle, exposing himself to you in such an intimate way.
His dick was throbbing so much it hurt, neglected between his legs, dripping pre-cum like crazy, with a cock ring pressed against the base preventing him from cumming. His jaw was locked, waiting for some movement of your part. Hoping for relief, aching for release. But he wouldn't beg, ever. "Is that all you got?" he hissed, trying to look at you over his shoulder.
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