Phantom Lust (Paranormal Erotica) (3 page)

You’re so tight. So
perfect,
he grunted. The phantom hovered
huge and white above her, his eyes almost glowing electrically as
he thrust into her perfect, tight pussy. He was slow at first, as
if savoring every delectable second. He bucked into her like an
animal rutting, and Sienna, tied up as she was, tried to meet every
jerk, her desire a white-hot fire, impossible to
extinguish.

His cock pushed hard against her g-spot, and
he grasped her hips and lifted them as far as the bonds would
allow. Tied and restrained, Sienna could do nothing but take the
brutal, exquisite pounding. The rhythm increased to a fever pitch
until the phantom roared his pleasure, a hot electric liquid
spurting inside of her. Sienna’s orgasm followed only seconds later
as he spasmed inside her.

He fell over her, and Sienna found it
strange that he had real weight to his marbled body. She panted,
feeling her sweaty breasts pressed by his hard, broad chest. He
reached to untie her wrists, then pushed off to undo her ankle
bonds.

Sienna curled onto her side as the phantom
spooned her backside.

“
How is this possible? Am
I dreaming? Did I get drugged or something?” she asked, afraid of
the answer. His answer filled her mind with the dulcet tones of a
recently satisfied lover.

It’s real. I don’t know how I how or why,
but I’ve haunted this house for years, looking.

“
Looking for
what?”

For you. For a woman who would bring me back
to life with her body, if she was willing to give herself over to
me without any fear, without wanting anything in return.

Sienna bit her lip and went crimson,
suddenly ashamed. “But you paid me...”

Not for sex. The other girls who have come
for the position, they never stopped thinking of the money. They’d
ask for more. They wanted more than just me. But you? You stopped
thinking about that money the second I touched you. That’s how I
knew. You need me as much as I need you.

Sienna knew he was right. She turned around
to stare at his face, the lips that smiled only for her and the
translucent arms that held her solidly, though they looked anything
but.

“
What now?” she asked,
with a glow of desire in her eye. She was already ready to go
again.

He was as insatiable as she was. They only
stopped long enough so Sienna could eat (the pizza delivery boy
leered at her when she answered the door wrapped in a thin bed
sheet, her recently-sucked nipples a vibrant hot pink through the
thin material). And they stopped so she could rest her exhausted
body. She was sore, but wonderfully so. She never felt so
alive.

And the same went for the ghost. He grew
more and more visible with every orgasm they shared. But the more
real he became, the less sure Sienna was about everything.

What day was it? How long had she been here?
When she bathed and gazed at her scrubbed-clean face in the mirror,
she stared back with confusion. She hardly recognized herself,
pretty as she was. What was happening to her memory?

But Sienna couldn’t quite put a finger on
what was wrong.

“
Did you say something
about a finger?” the phantom teased. She now heard his voice the
way she heard a normal, human voice, not inside her head. When did
that happen? She couldn’t quite remember.

She was looking through the framed photos on
the mantle above the fireplace as he leaned into her from behind.
His hand caressed her outer thighs and she hoped it would make its
way to the parts of her that were now covered in a beautiful set of
antique lingerie she’d found in one of the closets.

A gauzy, lacy slip covered her round breasts
and fluttered down around her thighs, but it was so open in the
front it hardly seemed like she was wearing anything. A pair of
flimsy lace panties barely concealed her pussy. One tiny tug, and
it would be out in the open for just the right ghostly tongue to
take a lick.

The phantom’s tongue found the crook of her
neck, sliding up and slithering into her ear. She felt wetness
there. The first time they’d fucked, he’d left no trace of himself
in her. But now, it was different. Why? She absently touched her
wet ear, but he took her wrist and held it behind her.

“
You are too curious. It’s
not good for you.”

“
Not good for me,” she
repeated, trying to clear her fuzzy head. “Wait...what day is it?
Where’s my phone?” she said, looking around the room. It was lying
on the broad, carved mahogany desk behind her. Was it dead? When
was the last time she charged it? A week ago?

“
Yes, this is what’s good
for you. Never mind the phone.” His tongue slid down her neck as
his searching fingers found her nipples, playing with them and
making them harden beneath the tickling lace.

His hands skimmed her thighs and hooked the
edges of her panties, sliding them down. Sienna tried to
concentrate on the photograph on the mantel in front of her. She’d
seen it before when she’d first arrived. But now the laughing,
devilishly handsome man in the suit was so terribly faded, as if
someone had taken an eraser and tried to rub him out of existence.
She could hardly see his face anymore.

The ghost’s tongue continued trailing down
and now her panties were around her ankles. He bent her forward so
her pussy peeked out between the globes of her ass. He thrust his
wet tongue against her asshole, licking firm circles and forcing it
in just as his other hand went between her legs and found her nub,
the wet desire already spreading to her thighs.

Sienna clasped the mantel, moaning. She
tried to hold herself up on legs that trembled from that probing
tongue, those fingers that knew exactly how to stroke her. They
knew her better than she knew herself.

“
Wait, wait,” she panted.
“My phone. I think I was going to...check my phone. Or
something.”

He stopped licking her, only to growl
seductively, “You don’t need anything but this.” He pulled her hips
back towards his face as his tongue slipped right into her pussy,
milking her desire with every stroke. God, no other person had ever
tongued like this before and his was built for it—impossibly long,
powerful, and never ever tired. It slipped in and out, her cunt
oozing with wet desire all over his face. He withdrew his tongue
only long enough to lap at her clit, circle it until she cried out
with pleasure, before tongue-fucking her again.

Sienna grunted, panted, and moaned. Her eyes
opened just long enough to see the photograph of the man, fading
even as her orgasm came closer.

“
No, wait. I have to make
a call. I need...I have to do something,” she said drunkenly, as if
she’d swallowed five margaritas in a row. Except—she hadn’t had a
single alcoholic drink since before she came to this
house.

This house. This ghost. What had become of
her?

She let go of the mantelpiece and pushed the
phantom roughly away. She spun around to see her slick desire
covering his sensual mouth. Sienna blinked hard. He was absolutely
stunning. No longer see through, he seemed solid but still with a
decidedly whitish cast to him. He wasn’t flesh colored. Not
yet.

She abandoned her soaked
panties on the floor where they’d fallen around her feet and
stumbled woozily to the desk where her phone lay. She turned it on
and saw the date. October 31
^st
.

It was Halloween. She’d been at the house
for over two weeks. What the fuck?

“
I need to call someone,”
she said, stubbornly.

“
Who? Alan? His dick
doesn’t deserve what it lost.” The phantom’s voice was acid and
Sienna cringed. He pressed behind her, his hand firmly around her
wrists. One of them led her hand holding the phone back to the top
of the desk. It squeezed her flesh tightly enough that she was
forced to drop the phone. It winked off, the battery finally dead.
“This is what you need.”

“
This isn’t
real!”

Sienna was pushed over the top of the desk,
her ass up and out, the ghost kicking her ankles apart so her pussy
was ready to be taken.

“
You tell me this isn’t
real, but it’s more real than what you’ve ever had before. Still, I
won’t force you to do anything you don’t want,” he whispered as he
took his dick—hot, thick, firm—and rubbed it up and down her slick
folds. Against her better judgment to stop and figure out how to
clear her mind, she moaned and pushed her hips closer to him. God,
she loved it. She loved how he knew exactly how to make her body
light on fire. She was an addict, wanting it more than any good
judgment might say otherwise.

His cock had never been warm before, just
firm and hard, but now it was hot. Throbbing, like real life and
real blood filled it to a stiffness that wouldn’t be denied. The
smooth head covered itself in her pussy juices, rolling over her
asshole, pressing a warning there, then rubbing its length against
her clit and slit, back and forth, teasing her. Torturing her.

“
Beg for it.” Something in
his voice changed. He wasn’t taunting her, or teasing her. He was
was the one begging
her.

Her mind reeled. Her tits were pressed
against the wood top of the desk and in the mirrored French doors
that led from this room to the library, she saw herself. Draped
over the desk, her wrists held behind her by the ghost that was
almost a real man, almost perfection. She saw her hips angled up,
waiting and wanting. She saw her ankles spread far apart as he
rubbed himself against her.

That’s when she knew.

He had to ask her permission to fuck her.
Every time, countless as they were, had only gone beyond this point
when she begged him to ride her, brutally fuck her the way she
liked it.

He wouldn’t finish it
unless she begged. Something clicked in her head and the balance of
power edged in her favor. She’d become an addict in this house. He
was just like a drug, making her forget who she was, why she was
here. He was no longer haunting the house; he was haunting
her
. She would be his
slave forever in this house, if she didn’t do something.

He rocked against her ass, his cock teasing
her clit again. She shut her eyes, trying to think but unable to
get past the slippery swirling of her nub, which had become a tiny,
erect, slippery pebble under the hot length of his shaft.

One last time—and that was it, she promised
herself. She had to clear her mind, somehow.

“
Fuck me. Like an animal.”
What Sienna didn’t say out loud was
Fuck
me like it’s the last time.

It was all he needed. He drew back away from
her so he could position his cock right at her opening. She tensed
her body, ready, as he slammed into her. He filled her almost
beyond her max, making her cry out with pleasure. He took hold of
her hips and rhythmically pumped into her, matching her squeals of
pleasure with groans. He held nothing back, fucking her so
fiercely, his sac slapping her cunt with every thrust forward.

He grunted through clenched teeth as one of
his hands snaked around to roll her clit under his fingers,
circling endlessly as he slammed into her. His hands were so tight
on her she could feel bruises starting to form.

Her orgasm was nearing rapidly, but before
she could see it through, he withdrew and roughly flipped her over
so she lay on the desk. He yanked her legs so her ankles rested on
his broad, muscular shoulders. She saw his face flush with feverish
desire, ruddiness, and a real color that had never been there
before. And his hair—his hair! For the first time it wasn’t white,
but had a faint sheen of gold.

His hands grasped her breasts and twisted
her nipples, and she arched her back, wanting him to grab her
harder. He found her wet, dripping pussy and his cock dove into her
again, riding her hard, each long, slick thrust bringing her closer
and closer.

“
You wanted this,” he
said, his low voice raspy, just like it had been on the voicemail.
“The first time you stepped into this house, you wanted to be
fucked on this table.”

She nodded dumbly, barely able to hear him.
Her ears rushed with a sound like a hurricane, of her passion and
desire cresting so high, so fast that she could barely control
herself. Her hands flew above her hand and she held onto the other
edge of the desk, to push back against his onslaught as he bucked
and fucked her.

“
Oh god, OH GOD!” Sienna
screamed, as her orgasm pounded through her body. She jerked, the
aftershocks taking her, her pussy squeezing rhythmically around his
thick cock as he kept pushing and thrusting. She felt him rising to
his peak, and somehow in the fuzzy aftermath of her orgasm, she had
a single coherent thought.

This has to stop. After this.

She timed it just right, waiting for his
breathing to become rapid, exhaustive and panting, for his face to
change from concentration and desire to ecstasy that was nearly
agony.

And then Sienna pushed his pelvis away,
grabbing his cock, smothered with her frothy juices. His eyes
popped open with shock as he watched her piston her hands up and
down his rock-hard shaft. He tried to push her away, but even he
couldn’t control himself so close to the brink.

Hot cum shot out of him and sprayed her
belly and tits as he roared through his orgasm. She milked every
last spasm of pleasure over her and finally let go of him,
exhausted.

His head sagged as he leaned on his arms
over her, where she lay spent, her legs hanging limply on either
side of his hips.