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As of today, I am still unable to receive visitors. All for the crime of not wanting another man to handle my private parts. Love, Xero
“No, my love. We’ve never been more alive.”
He nuzzles my neck. “And giving you the best sex of your life?”
“Be careful, little ghost. I still haven’t forgiven your treachery.”
“Hate me later,” he murmurs into my hair. “Let me take care of you now.”
“It’s called aftercare. And yes.”
“Imagine how it feels to open up to a woman, have her accept every part of you, including those you’ve never shared with a soul, only to discover the love and devotion was a sham for her to get rich?”
“I haven’t nearly begun.” He massages my shoulders with his strong fingers. “By the time I finish with you, you’ll regret ever having tempted me with honeyed words.”
“I see.” He rolls my nipples between his fingers. “And what’s this?”
“Is that so?” he murmurs into the juncture of my shoulder.
Something long and hard and thick presses into my pussy, but I dare not look down in case it’s his forked tail.
“Dirty girl wants my cock.”
“Come for me, little ghost.”
If this is hell, maybe an eternity here with Xero wouldn’t be so bad. Not if he can make me come without seeing ghosts.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs into my hair. “This is only the beginning.”
“Rest, my love. We have more pressing issues.”
“Taking care of what’s mine.”
“Where would the fun be in that, little ghost?” he replies with a smile. “You’ve slithered under my skin and invaded my soul. You’ve made me love you with all my heart.”
“That’s something a man can’t easily forgive,”
Three hours. Three hours before my demise in the electric chair, he will permit me a conjugal visit. He showed me the visitation room with a queen-sized bed, refrigerator, dining table, chairs, and a kitchenette. Amethyst, he’s giving us a chance to be together before I die. I know you’re a recluse. I know you’re scared. I know you have trauma. I know some of the things we’ve discussed in our letters have been outlandish. But I swear to you, on my blackened soul, that if you agree to the conjugal visit, all I will give you is pleasure. There is, however, one caveat: New Alderney only grants
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Many have sent letters, but I have only replied to yours. You’re the only woman I’ve held in my heart. Marriage is a commitment. One that binds souls for a lifetime and beyond. I realize this is a lot of pressure and I will understand if you say no. But if you agree to be my wife, if you agree to give this poor sinner your hand in marriage, it will give me the taste of heaven that will sustain my heart while my soul burns in hell.
Love, Xero P.S. I won’t press for a reply to my proposal. Not even during our morning calls. I am very much an advocate of the silent no.
“A lie by omission is still a lie.” He kisses my neck, sending sparks of pleasure across my skin. “You should have told me you were using our relationship as a cash cow.”
“I might have forgiven you if you hadn’t ghosted me when I needed you the most. Those three hours would have been the sweetest of my life. A prison wedding, followed by my first prison fuck.”
“Get on your knees,”
With a yelp, I slide off my seat and kneel on the stone floor. Xero looms over me, his thick erection hovering inches away from my mouth. Up close and in the light, it’s inhuman. Not just the length and the unfeasible girth, but the Prince Albert, which is a thick ring of metal that bisects an even thicker crown. My gaze travels down the twelve barbell piercings running along the underside of his shaft. Twelve. I knew he had a Jacob’s Ladder. Knew it had twelve rungs. But seeing it on a dildo is completely different from witnessing it in person. His balls are shaved, with a mini ladder of
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“How about giving me the truth?”
“Tell me what you see,” he says. “Only you.” My gaze drops down to his impressive cock. “Do you want it?”
“Bad little ghosts don’t get to play with my cock,” he barks. “Arms behind your back.”
“Open your mouth. Stick out your fucking tongue.”
“I gave you an order.”
“Wider,”
“More!”
“Do you want this cock in your mouth or not?”
“Then open wide,”
“Good girl,”
“Fuck, little ghost, you feel so good.”
“That’s right, baby. You like that, don’t you?”
“Take it easy. Breathe through your nose.”
This reminds me of the mornings he called to talk dirty and made me fuck myself with the dildo, only a thousand times better. I don’t need to use my imagination or rely only on his intoxicating voice.
“Eyes on me,”
“Good little ghost. Your mouth was meant for my cock.”
“That's it, take it all,”
A twisted part of my psyche really wants to be his little ghost. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says with a moan.
“Look at me, little ghost,”
“Not even close,” he snarls. “This is only the start of my revenge. But first, we need to deal with the men who want you dead.”
I can’t thank you enough for accepting my proposal. You have made me the happiest man in existence. I swear on my soul to be as gentle as you need and respect every one of your boundaries.
I’ve mailed my mother’s locket and would be honored if you would wear it when we next meet. As you know, it’s the only thing I retained of her before she died. Please pair it with the black bodice I bought from your Wonderland wish list and lace stockings.
Your love is the essence that flows through my veins, that makes my heart beat.
Love, Xero P.S. Please don’t be discouraged. I will find a way for us to be together.
