Phantom Lust (Paranormal Erotica) (2 page)

She could barely hold onto the tub when a
third finger rubbed her tight asshole, the sensation deliciously
indecent and sending clear rings of hot desire everywhere. Sienna
lifted her knees, letting her legs fall over the edges of the
bathtub so the hands could access her. Access everything.

She couldn’t keep a cohesive thought in her
mind as the fingers fucked her, slid all over her. Her orgasm
crested, filling her up until her whole body tingled and hummed
with unbelievable pleasure. And then it crashed over her as Sienna
shrieked with ecstasy, her own voice filling the tiny bathroom.

In a blink, the phantom hands were gone.

Sienna panted and hyperventilated in the
aftermath, wondering—what the hell? Was she going crazy? Did Alan
slip some drug into her Diet Coke before she’d left?

She lifted her head, seeing her legs hanging
over each edge of the bathtub like a rag doll’s, her body barely
covered in the warm water. She pulled her legs into the tub and
hugged her knees, trying to think.

Stop thinking. Just let it happen.

The voice again!

“
Who is it? Who are you?”
she asked, her voice shaking, partly from fear, partly because she
was still recovering from coming harder than she had in a long,
long time.

Open yourself up, and you’ll find that both
parties shall mutually benefit.

Her mind whirled. The same words as were
written in the letter. And that voice—it was a crystal clear
version of the one from the voicemail recording, only this wasn’t
something she heard. It reverberated inside her head in a way her
own thoughts never did. It was invasive and foreign ... and like
nothing she’d ever experienced before.

“
Who...what are
you?”

I am the owner of this house. I’ve been
lonely a long time. As long as you give yourself to me, I’ll give
you exactly what you’ve been so desperate for.

Sienna sat up straighter in the tub, tossing
her chin into the air. “I’m not that desperate.”

I can prove you wrong.

Suddenly, the water in the bathtub started
emptying out into the drain. She hadn’t pulled the plug. As she
scrambled to see what happened to it, she felt a hard push on the
center of her chest, making her lie down in the low water. Liquid
warmth enveloped her scalp, slid up her crack. Now her legs were
guided by those invisible hands and pulled to the end of the tub so
her legs lay open, her pussy directly under the faucet of the
tub.

I know you wanted this. But I can make it
even better.

She watched the porcelain knobs twist on
their own accord, sending a strong stream of perfectly warmed water
right onto her cleft, splashing and vibrating all over her clit.
Sienna arched her back on the bathtub floor and writhed, moaning.
Though she’d just come, she was shocked at how ready and eager her
body was for another orgasm. That damn Alan! He’d fucked her every
night this last week and she’d never come once, leaving her starved
for this.

Sienna angled her pelvis up, feeling the
rush of water between her pussy and asshole. Her whole body shook
as the hot bliss rose steadily. Her clit was a hard, swollen knot
of flesh that tightened deliciously as she moaned with abandon.

Here’s where I make it better.

Something forced her thighs wider apart. She
felt the pressure of a man’s pelvis pushing towards her pussy and
something firm and hard rolled against her cunt, never interfering
with the rush of water, only heightening the sensation.

She opened her eyes. There was nothing to
see. No man above her, no ghostly image. How could this be? There
was rock hard bathtub hugging the curves of her ass, but something
was there, ignoring the physics of what was real around her. She
felt a strong mouth over her nipple, sucking hard, then rolling her
bud between teeth and tongue. An invisible hand stroked the other
nipple as the invisible mouth met her hungry lips, parting to let a
confident tongue invade her mouth. Strangely, it tasted of
nothing—the flavor of air. But it didn’t matter. The feeling more
than made up for what wasn’t there, what she couldn’t taste, or
see. She would have cried out if she could, but instead opened her
legs wider, opened her mouth wider. It stopped kissing her just
enough for her to gasp air, and beg. Not for mercy, no. More than
that.

“
Ride me,” she whispered
hoarsely. “Ride me so fucking hard.”

And the phantom did. Sienna felt the
invisible cock slide into her hot pussy. She’d only ever been with
Alan, so she was still tight and firm. The phantom plunged into
her, its thick long cock more than she’d ever taken before.

Her head pitched back as she cried out, her
fingers squeezing the edge of the tub. She felt his hands grasp her
breasts possessively as the ghostly cock slid in and out, filling
her to her very max, slipping out before plunging in as violently
as she yearned.

And all the while, the water rushed down
from the faucet, right through the phantom’s invisibly bucking
pelvis, pummeling her relentlessly from clit to asshole. It was too
much. And yet, she felt like she could never have enough. Like she
could do this for eternity.

Her ass slapped against the bathtub bottom
as he rode her hard, mercilessly, going ever faster as if sensing
that her climax was near. The water kept rushing, swirling hard and
firm over her. Sienna’s whole body stiffened and the orgasm crashed
through every part of her body. She cried out so loud that her own
screams hurt her ears.

She gasped, recovering and finally opened
her eyes, expecting again to see nothing.

That’s when she saw the ghost for the first
time.

She blinked, not believing what she was
seeing. Hovering over her was a wispy, white being. The shoulders
were broad and muscled, narrowing to a waist that was still poised
between her legs. His head hovered over her, the silvery white hair
not like an old man’s hair, but something more like spun silk. Ice
blue eyes bored into her.

“
You...you’re a ghost!”
Sienna gasped. “And you...and we...how is that even
possible?”

He didn’t answer her. She heard the spigots
turn off by themselves. The phantom slipped himself out of her
pussy and Sienna found herself already missing having him deep
inside her. Only her own liquid essence dripped from her. She
marveled at the impossibility of it all as he rose above her,
hovering, his magnificent cock still hard and wanting her. He gazed
over her body as if worshiping her from above.

The phantom didn’t hover for long. He dipped
his head down towards her chest, his tongue taking a long, slow
lick around her rosebud nipple, which hardened and puckered from
the attention. Sienna closed her eyes and grunted in pleasure. God,
she loved having her tits licked like that.

I know you like that. I also know something
else you’ll like.

“
What?”

Patience. I’ll show you soon.

Sienna found herself being pulled out,
dripping wet, by his transparent hands. A towel floated to her and
she dried herself quickly, and all the while she stared at the
ghostly man. He looked her age and was just over six feet tall,
with cut cheekbones and a crooked smiling mouth.

Before she could take a better look at the
magnificent cock that had just brought her to rapture, he seemed to
fade out and blur. In a wink he was gone again.

“
Where did you
go?”

I’m still here. Being with you made me
corporeal, just for a little while. This is the effect you have on
me.

“
So if I want to see you
again...” Sienna didn’t want to say it out loud, but her pussy
suddenly grew wet with desire. She wanted that dick inside her
again, ramming her with that rhythm that she already missed. Seeing
him with her eyes was just a perk.

As if responding to the heat of her body,
she felt his hand clasp hers and lead her to the bedroom. The
four-poster bed stood there with the gossamer panels fluttering,
inviting her in. Without asking for another invitation, she crawled
onto the deep, plush bedding and lay coyly down.

“
Is this what you do to
everyone who comes to house sit?”

Not all. But you, I knew I had to have you
as soon as you called.

Sienna shivered at the thought that this
ghost had wanted to fuck her since that static-filled phone call
yesterday, and this morning. She hadn’t even spoken, and somehow he
knew how much she needed this. Is this what had happened to Myra?
Damn, she wished she’d asked her more that night in the club!

She saw the bedding press down where he
began to crawl to her. With a hissing tear, the gauzy fabric of the
canopy bed panels tore into strips, gliding over to her and quickly
wrapping themselves around her wrists and ankles. Sienna whimpered
in fear as they bound her to the four posts of the bed—tightly
imprisoned, set up to be ravished.

Her Tiffany heart pendant floated above her
satiny throat. She knew the ghost was studying it, turning it in
his phantom fingers. As the silver chain tugged against her neck,
she shook her head.

“
Please. Don’t take that
off.”

The pendent dropped unceremoniously back
onto her chest. For a second, Sienna thought she’d hurt his
feelings and had left, but then out of the corner of her eye, she
saw a small glass vial float out of the bathroom. It looked like an
expensive crystal perfume container and hovered over her naked
body. The stopper came loose and the bottle tipped, pouring a thin,
fragrant stream of oil that landed in lacy swirls over her breasts
before dripping in a line down to her pussy, where the silky liquid
slid down her warm, open slit.

Invisible fingers touched her firm tits,
rubbing the oil all over her mounds and stroking her nipples,
circling and teasing. Sienna began to toss her head back and forth,
wanting what she knew was coming. She felt one of his oiled hands
leave her breast and trail slowly down to her bare, silky pussy, so
sensitive after the bathtub experience.

Do you want this?

“
Yes, god, yes.” Sienna
couldn’t believe this. Only an hour ago, she had no job, no
apartment, no boyfriend, no money. And here she was, tied down to
the bed, her cunt open and oiled, waiting to be ridden hard
again.

Not yet. First, this.

A single fingertip trailed over her mound,
sending delicious shivers deep into her core, making her asshole
tighten with anticipation. The finger left her for a brief moment,
and then—as if dabbling a finger in a bowl of icing—dipped into her
oily cleft.

The phantom rolled her clit like a marble
beneath his finger, its other hand releasing her erect nipple to
plunge a finger into her wet, tight pussy while another finger
pressed at her ruched asshole.

Sienna gasped with surprise. It was
everything all at once, after so many months of not enough of
anything with Alan. The slippery rubbing of her ass, the finger
fucking her slickly, her clit swollen under his rolling
fingertips.

And all the while, she pulled and struggled
against her bonds, but there was no release possible. She was
forced to enjoy the thrill of every single sensation. She arched
her back as far as she was allowed, her nipples taut and pointed to
the ceiling.

When she thought her mind would explode from
the overwhelming sensory overload on her cunt, the ghost’s
slippery, seeking, unseen hands took her to the crest of pure
bliss. As the orgasm rocked her body, making her pull convulsively
at her bonds, she shrieked with release.

She breathed fast like a rabbit, breasts
heaving and body still on fire in the aftermath. Her eyes opened,
and once again the phantom became faintly visible. His dick was
still perfectly erect and pointed straight at her, and as soon as
she craved filling her throat with cock, he’d crawled over her,
splaying his white thighs on either side of her head.

Take it,
he said, his voice rough and hoarse.

Sienna’s pink lips opened and the head of
his cock—firm and real, but transparent—entered her mouth, pushing
to the back of her throat and making her gag. She vaguely tasted
salt this time, like a mist on the ocean. Was he becoming more
real, if she could taste him now? She relaxed her muscles, closing
her eyes and squeezing tears sideways onto her cheeks. God, she
wanted this so bad, wanted to take him as fully as she could. She
felt his firm head sliding down her throat as he thrust deliciously
into her mouth.

She wished she was untied, so she could feel
him, to prove this was real. So she could grab him, hold him, own
him.

Not yet.

He withdrew his cock from her mouth,
dripping with saliva. It was beautiful, and right now, he seemed
more like a man made of marble then wispy nothingness.

It’s you. You make me more real.

He slithered back down over her body,
kneeling between her helplessly splayed-open thighs. She sobbed
with desire, and he waited, keeping his pulsating cock only an inch
from her wet, wide-open cunt. Only he took the slick head and
rubbed it in circles around her deliriously throbbing clit, did she
finally beg again.

“
Please. I want to feel
you in me.”

The phantom’s marble white body hovered over
her and his ice blue eyes stared her down. Still, his dick massaged
her wet slit, sliding from asshole to clit, driving her insane with
pleasure.

And how do you want it?

“
I want it brutal,” she
whispered. “Please.”

His ghostly cock slid back to circle her
clit once more before entering her, sliding deep into her to the
very hilt. Sienna arched her back and groaned as he pulled out, her
juices dripping and coating him completely.