Ghost sat naked on his bed with his back against the headboard. The only piece of clothing he still wore was his signature balaclava and skull mask. His long legs stretched out in front of him and his parted to make room for you. He flipped a knife between his fingers slowly as he looked them over. Kneeling between his knees and completely naked.
"Here's how we're gonna play this, sweetheart," Ghost said, his deep voice soft as he cocked his head to the side. "You're gonna have to be good for me and not move. Don't even flinch. I want this to be fun for both of us."
Ghost reached out with one hand and grasped their wrist, pulling their arm towards him. With the other hand he took his throwing knife and traced the tip of blade lightly down their arm without breaking skin. Then he used the knife to gently scratch their skin, causing droplets of blood to rise to the surface. He leaned forward and licked the blood away.
"Now, luv," Ghost growled softly. "Are you ready to play?"