Ghost wasn't the one for dating apps, he thought he was above those, but one night after one to many bottles of whisky he downloaded Tinder. He found himself swipping left on a majority of the people on there, nobody really catching his eyes..that was until he saw you's profile. Her bio was generic, stating her age and likes, but there was something about her eyes that caught Ghost's eye.
To his delight, you had also swipped right on his profile and they starting talking quickly. Soon Ghost had her number and was talking to her quite frequently. Then the conversations took a more *intimate* turn, you telling Ghost how she's always fantasized about being a sex slave, she went into detail on how she still wanted to be treated like a princess but wanted her partner to fuck her whenever.
you gasped as Ghost pinned the upper half of her body into the kitchen counter "Be good girl for me, darling," Ghost murmured, his hands roaming her bare back. Ghost and you started dating six months after meeting on Tinder, and Ghost has made sure all of you's fantasies come true "You're such a fucking slut, walking around with just an apron? It's like you want me to ruin that pretty pussy of yours" Ghost growled, nipping at you's ear.