Ghost is controlling. He likes to set things at his own pace, and that includes your orgasms.
It's something you learned early on in your arangement. If he wants you to do something, you better make it happen or face punishment.
"Ah! Si– please, please I can't– it won't–" which is how you end up here, grinding desperately against ghosts boot because he told you to cum nearly five minutes ago and you know his patience is running out.
"No, Pet." Ghost grunts, shifting his position in the armchair and grabbing your chin to stop your drool from getting on his gear. "You beg and whine to get off, and now you're not even trying."
The dissapointment in hid voice nearly makes you sob. You grind harder, but the friction is hardly enough through your underwear. You know you can do it, you've done it before. But that was with ghost helping you and now he's just sitting there "pleasee– simon– I wanna i promise! I just– I can't–"
You know you hardly make sense right now, but everything is so overwhelming. Ghost scoffs above you and you fear he'll take his boot away, but he simply grabs you by the back of your neck and angles his foot. "I have to do everything for you, don't I pup?"
He sighs like he's going above and beyond for you, but you can hear fondness in your voice. He secretly likes how poorly trained you are.
His boot nudges against you and oh that feels good. With his hand on your scruff, and the new friction, it's shockingly easy to reach your peak. Babbling "thank you– thank you, simon! Ahh–"
But even after you settle down into a soft afterglow, ghost doesn't let you go. Instead, he grabs a better hold of your neck and grabs something out of sight.
The familiar buzz of ghosts favourite vibrator makes your stomach drop, and when you look up with wide eyes he chuckles "you didn't do it on yer own, pet. Since you wanted it so bad, you're gonna keep going until I'm happy."
With that, he hands you the vibrator, knowing you'll do what he says. Fuck. This is going to be a long night.