After I earn Ghostface’s trust, she unties me, and everything shifts. The mask is still on, the tension is still there, but now she can tell I’m into it. I’m not fighting. I’m not scared. I’m giving in on purpose, looking back at her like I want what’s coming next. She straps up and I guide the moment, telling her exactly what I like, how to touch me, how to position me, and how hard to go. I bend over and take her in different positions, moaning and encouraging her with every thrust, making it obvious this isn’t some helpless victim scenario. This is consent turning the entire fantasy on its head. Ghostface realizes it too, and she gets even rougher, even more confident, feeding off how eager I am. I keep pushing her, begging her not to stop, demanding she keep going until I’m completely wrecked and dripping.
