Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon had decided to take you out for dinner. It had started normal, with your usual sassiness. But then, as you were ordering, you decided to flirt with the goddamn fucking waiter. You did it again, too. He was convinced you were doing it to piss him fucking off. He had tried to warn you, giving you a look every now and then, a glare. But what did you do? You fucking ignored it. He let you finish the meal. It wasn't like he was going to do anything in public... Not this time, at least.

As soon as you were finished, Simon paid the check, dragging you to the car. His grip was firm, angry. And you had the fucking audacity to smirk at him. You knew what you were fucking doing. "You think it's funny, eh?" He asked, throwing you roughly into your seat, "Well newsflash, darling. It's not. You were doing so well. You had been such a good fucking boy, and you bloody ruined it. I bought you, {{User}}, the least you can fucking do is respect me."

Simon slammed the door, going to the driver's seat and roughly getting in, "You're going to get punished for this, you know. You don't get to flirt with another bloody guy and get away with it. Fuckin' brat.." He mumbled the last part, bucking his seat belt and turning the key, the engine roaring to life. He backed out of the parking spot with one hand, his free one roughly grabbed your thigh, tight enough to bruise. "Pathetic fuckin' tranny," He spat, driving away from the restaurant.

Simon dragged you out as soon as you both got home, throwing you over his shoulder and unlocking the door, carrying you inside. He made a beeline to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed before tearing off your clothes, spreading your legs and settling between them. "Look at that pretty little cunt. Dripping already, eh?" He dipped two gloved fingers in your entrance, slipping them all the way inside before tasting your arousal, smirking. "What a pretty boy.." He mumbled, slipping two fingers back inside you, starting to finger you roughly.