Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (10 page)

“Oh, you like that too?” he said and moaned as he slid the
head of his penis through my wetness.

“Yes!”

“You like it when I spank your clit with my cock?” Brandt
said and bounced the head of his penis on top of the hood covering my clit.

“Yes, I love it. Don’t stop doing that.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good!” Brandt said while grinding
against my clit

He pushed the hood of my clit back with his fingers and
ran his cock back and forth across the throbbing, swollen skin. I spread my
legs wider and arched my back.

“Yes!”

“I want you on top. I want to look up at that beautiful
face while I’m fucking you,” Brandt said and got on his back. “Climb on Daddy,
baby.”

Brandt spread out and held the base of his cock. I got on
my knees and straddled him.

“Now, lean forward just a bit,” he said. “Position
yourself over my cock.”

I did as he instructed and felt the tip of his penis
pressing against my opening. I moved down on top of it and felt this amazing
stretch inside me. It was both painful and intensely pleasurable.

He thrust up a bit and entered me and I took a deep breath
and relaxed my muscles. He filled me completely and I felt these incredible
stabs, almost charged, zing from my lower back up my spine. I moved down more,
inch by inch over his hard rod and smiled at him.

“You are so fucking tight,” Brandt said. “Spread your legs
a little wider I want my cock all the way inside.”

I spread my legs and slid down Brandt’s penis. He impaled
me and I cried out as the pain was intense.

“It’s okay,” Brandt said. “I’m all the way in now. We’ll
go slow, okay?”

“Yes,” I said and relaxed my muscles as much as I could.

“Come up a bit on your knees, half-way to my cock and
lower yourself back down again, baby,” Brandt said.

I lifted up on my knees and felt Brandt’s penis drag up
the walls of my vagina. More spikes of pleasure stabbed at my body, this time
in my lower belly, as he hit every nerve inside me. I waited for a moment and
slid back down to the base.

“That’s nice,” I said and smiled.

“Very nice,” Brandt said. “Now do it again, a little
faster this time.”

I rose up and down Brandt’s cock as he impaled me over and
over. The wetter I became, the easier it became and soon I was bouncing up and
down on him as if I was riding a horse.

“Holy shit,” Brandt moaned as he dug his fingers into my
hips, “that’s incredible! Your tits look amazing!”

I continued to bounce up and down on top of Brandt and he
reached out and grabbed my breasts. He tugged at my nipples and raked his
fingernails down my stomach.

“Rub me,” I said and moaned.

“Rub what?” Brandt said.

I spread my legs wider and leaned back a bit as I bounced
on my knees. I grabbed his hand and dragged it down to my clit.

“There,” I said. “Rub me there.”

Brandt closed his thumb and forefinger over the hood of my
clit and gave it a pinch. He yanked up and down on the skin, sending me into
convulsions.

“It’s like a little cock, Sophia,” Brandt said. “It’s like
jacking a cock.”

I planted my hands on either side of Brandt’s body and
leaned back to give him full access to my clit. My muscles spasmed around his
penis and I bounced up and down on it wildly. He tugged the hood covering my
clit up and down and the faster I bounced, the faster he yanked. I felt as if I
had no control over myself and I didn’t want any.

Sweat dripped from my brow, my breasts bounced up and
down, my mouth contorted, I screamed like an animal. There was no more pain
only intense pleasure that I never wanted to end. I closed my eyes and saw James
doing this thing Brandt did to me, fucking me the way I wanted to be fucked.
Fucking me the way I should be fucked. And I loved it.

And then, there was nothing but the high-pitched ringing
in my ears and streams of light, like the trails a sparkler leaves as you wave
it around in the night’s sky. I opened my eyes and looked at Brandt. He looked
terrified, but why, I didn’t know. I felt nothing as I tried to lift my arm,
but it was anchored to my side.

It was only seconds this lasted, really, but it felt like
days. I watched Brandt’s arms reach up and grab me by the waist. His mouth was
moving but his voice was muffled over the terribly loud ringing. He pushed me
off of him and laid me on my back on the bed. And then, as everything drained
from my body, I saw everything as if from somewhere else.

It was at that moment, I went to the rafters.

 “Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up
to humiliate you.”

Chuck Palahniuk

“Oh, fuck!” Brandt said as he knelt beside my lifeless
body. “Sophia, Jesus!”

Brandt slapped my face, perhaps thinking that because my
eyes were open, I was still alive.

“Sophia!” Brandt screamed. “Wake up! Oh, fuck!”

“Jesus Christ, would you shut up already?”

And there she was. Nellie Daniels holding the silver
candlestick she used to fracture my skull.

That I felt nothing after she bludgeoned me on the back of
my head was a blessing, I suppose. Thankfully, my death was almost instant. She
got me real good. The corner of the base of the candlestick split the back of
my skull and actually embedded in my brain. As soon as she ripped the metal out
of my brain when she yanked her arm back, I was dead.

“What did you do?” Brandt said. “I think you fucking
killed her!”

Nellie looked down at the ground and swung the candlestick
back and forth. She walked toward the bed and peered into my face.

“Wow,” she said. “I guess I did. Are you mad?”

Nellie dropped the candlestick on the bed and sat down
next to Brandt. He looked at her with tears in his eyes and shook his head back
and forth.

“Mad? I think you just killed my fucking wife, you crazy
cunt!”

“Oh, please stop with the dramatics,” she said.

“Dramatics? We need to call someone...to get help! She’s
fucking bleeding out all over the place!”

“Call who, Brandt? The cops? And how will we explain
this?” Nellie said and pointed to the candlestick. “Gee officer, I came out of
the bathroom and she must have fallen on it? Come on, Brandt, think!”

“I will not go to prison for this, Nellie!” Brandt said
and jumped off the bed. “I will not go down because of your irrational
jealousy!”

It was a wild scene, to be sure. Brandt pacing the room
like a madman, still semi-hard, inexplicably, my body freshly dead, laid out on
the bed with blood pouring from my skull and Nellie sitting beside me with her
greasy fucking hair pulling dead skin from her fucking disgusting fingers.

“Look, I know this wasn’t part of the plan, darling.”

“You bet your ass it wasn’t part of the plan! The plan was
all about money, not murder! What are you even doing here?”

“I’m sorry,” Nellie said, “I couldn’t help it. Miss Goody
Two Shoes here and her whore friend came to the coffee shop yesterday to rub my
nose in the fact you and she were marrying.”

“But you knew that, Nellie,” Brandt said and sat down on
the side of the bed and put his head in his hands.

“I know, but she was such a self-righteous bitch. She was
mean to me.”

“Well, I guess you showed her,” Brandt said.

“I sure did,” Nellie said and picked up the candlestick
and jabbed me in the ribs.

“Do not touch her!” Brandt said and slapped Nellie across
the face.

Nellie rubbed her scarlet cheek and smiled at him.

“I should kill you, Nellie!”

“Perhaps, I should kill you, Brandt.”

“Fuck,” Brandt said and shook his head and sobbed, “you
ruined the plan.”

“Baby,” Nellie said as she scrambled to her knees and
crawled over to Brandt, “don’t cry, I’ll fix it. Baby?”

Brandt was hysterical and I looked down while Nellie tried
to console him with a disgust and revulsion unlike anything I ever felt before.

“Why?” Brandt screamed and grabbed Nellie’s wrists and
shook her. “Why’d you have to do this?”

“Baby, I’m sorry. Like I said, she made me so angry. You
have to admit that I’ve shown amazing restraint up until now. I mean, going
along with this has been torture. And it wasn’t my intention when I came here.
But when I snuck in and I saw her fucking you and then saw your face...well, I
just blacked out.”

“But you knew we were getting married! You knew we were
coming here! If I didn’t fuck my wife on our goddamned honeymoon, I think
suspicions would be raised, don’t you fucking think?”

“Yes,” Nellie said and hung her head.

“Yes,” Brandt said and cried.

“Baby?” Nellie said and bowed her head and rested it
against Brandt’s chest. “Baby, who’s your girl?”

Brandt ignored Nellie and continued blubbering.

“Baby, I need to hear it. Now especially, please,” Nellie
said and lifted his head and stared into his eyes. “Who is your girl?”

Brandt wiped his eyes with his hands and shook his head.
He gave her a weak smile.

“You’re my girl,” he said.

“Say it like you always do, please?”

“Nellie,” Brandt said and shook his head.

“Please Brandt, I love you and I will always take care of
you. When no one else is there, I always am. They all turned their backs on
you, Brandt. I will do and have done anything for you.”

“I know,” Brandt said and brushed a limp strand of hair
out of her face.

“So please,” Nellie said and kissed the tears on his face,
“sing it like you always do.”

Brandt smiled and took a deep breath.

“Nellie Bellie is my girl, she and I go round the world,
been my girl since I was seven, she’s the one I’ll take to heaven.”

Nellie clapped and giggled as she threw her arms around
him. They kissed passionately on the bed next to my body while blood and tissue
leaked out onto the down pillow.

“Let’s fuck!” Nellie said as she removed her polyester
blazer.

I closed my eyes, I could not bear it. But as my eyes were
frozen open on my body, so too were they on my spirit.

“Right here?” Brandt said. “Next to her?”

“Why not?” Nellie said and removed her blouse. “You like
nasty and freaky. What could be nastier and freakier? Look, her eyes are open.
It’s like a ménage à trois!”

“How international,” Brandt said and chuckled.

Nellie removed her matronly bra and her large breasts
flopped out and sagged against the fat rolls on her belly. Her skin was pale
and had a pink cast to it. She looked like a sow at market.

“That’s some pig!” I said.

Wrath, rage and revenge, as if the very things that caused
me to levitate to the rafters, filled me to the brim. Vengeance.

Just then, someone pounded on the door of the suite.

“Hotel Manager!” A man said from behind the front door.

Nellie and Brandt scrambled off the bed and whispered to
each other. I screamed.

“In here! I’m in here! They killed me!” I said.

I knew no one heard me, but I kept screaming anyway. Over
and over while Brandt pulled his robe out of his suitcase, while he pushed
Nellie into the closet and while he closed the bedroom door to conceal my body.

Brandt ran to the front door and looked out the peephole.
He wiped his face and took a deep breath and opened the door part-way.

“Yes?” Brandt said and cleared his throat.

“Mr. Therrault?”

“Yes,” Brandt said and tightened the belt on his robe.

“I’m Mr. Conway, the manager here at the Battleroy,” the
older man said and handed Brandt a business card. “May I come in?”

Brandt looked down and studied the business card and I
screamed again. Nellie tiptoed out of the closet and listened at the bedroom
door.

As I stared at her, I wondered if I could drop something
on top of her. I was very high up and if the thing was heavy enough, I had a
good chance of splitting her skull as she did mine. But there was nothing where
I was but cobwebs.

“Of course,” Brandt said and opened the door fully to
accommodate Mr. Conway’s access. “What is this about? My wife and I are
napping.”

Brandt yawned and stretched.

“They killed me,” I said and banged on the beams. “They
fucking killed me.”

“I am terribly sorry to bother you, Mr. Therrault, but a
guest called down to the lobby and said they heard screaming and crying coming
from your room.”

“Yes, I am sorry about that,” Brandt said and chuckled.
“My wife and I, we’re newlyweds, you see.”

“Ah,” Mr. Conway said and looked down at his feet.

“Just today,” Brandt said and leaned in toward Mr. Conway.
“Anyway, my wife is very young and very innocent and--”

“Oh,” Mr. Conway said and blushed. “Say no more, Mr.
Therrault, say no more! I completely understand.”

“Thank you,” Brandt said and let out a long breath. “I’m
terribly embarrassed.”

“No, no, not at all! I’ll be going now,” Mr. Conway said
and walked to the door. “My apologies, Mr. Therrault. Enjoy the rest of your
stay.”

“Please apologize to the other guests. And please,” Brandt
said and put his index finger to his lips, “not a word of this to my wife, Mr.
Conway. She would be humiliated.”

“Never, Mr. Therrault!” Mr. Conway said. “Our discretion
is one of the many traits we pride ourselves on. We live and die by our loyalty
here at the Battleroy Hotel.”

“Live and die by our loyalty, I like that,” Brandt said
and laughed.

“I’ll tell you what, Mr. Therrault,” Mr. Conway said. “I
want to give you something for your troubles. How does a gift voucher sound...a
vacation on us, yes? Good one year and one month from today. You could bring
your bride back for your anniversary.”

“Oh,” Brandt said and shook Mr. Conway’s hand, “that is
very generous of you, Mr. Conway! Very generous indeed.”

Mr. Conway leaned in toward Brandt.