Haunted (10 page)

It figured that Zach was so good at this. Now that she knew he was into the same naughty games, Caitlyn found it easy to believe that he had perfected them.

He untied her arms and set her free, his hand sliding over her in a long caress once more. Caitlyn could have spit out the leather glove but she waited for him to remove it, knowing that would please him. She wanted to please him. She needed to please him, if he was going to let her come again tonight. She didn’t know how she’d stand it if he didn’t. She could feel his strength stretched out alongside her and knew he’d braced himself on one elbow, and he was looking down at her.

For the first time, she wished she could see him. She’d never seen Zach naked. He looked awesome in jeans and a T-shirt, all lean muscle, and she wanted to see him now. He’d be smiling at her, satisfied. Caitlyn arched her back and lifted her hands over her head, displaying herself to him.

“Naughty Caitlyn,” he whispered. “Haven’t you been tied up tightly enough tonight?”

She shook her head.

That hand slid up to her chin and he removed the glove. She felt it land on the mattress, then his gloved finger was sliding back and forth over her mouth. “Did you like being gagged?”

“Yes, Master. I felt more powerless.”

“What would make it better?”

“If the gag was tighter, Master, and silenced me more.” She felt his cock against her hip, hard again, and knew he liked her reply. His fingertip was tracing light circles over her skin, that tantalizing touch making her want him again.

“If you could barely moan?”

Caitlyn licked her lips, a lump rising in her throat at that idea. “Yes, Master.”

“What else?”

“Captivity,” she whispered, only able to confess to her darkest fantasy because of the blindfold. Her heart stopped in the silence that followed her confession, and she feared she’d said too much.

Then he touched his lips to her cheek, almost reverently. “I think that can be arranged, Caitlyn. In fact, it might be the perfect solution for someone as naughty as you.”

He rolled on top of her then and bound her wrists together above her head, lashing them to the headboard with ferocious efficiency. He was moving faster and more decisively and Caitlyn hoped that meant he was going to drill her again. Her puss was thrumming with need and the feel of his hard cock against her stomach made her squirm beneath him.

He froze. “Are you trying to set the agenda, Caitlyn?”

“No, Master.” His tone was hard enough to make her fear the repercussions. It was a wonderful sensation to be both afraid and very aroused.

“Good, because that would be very, very naughty.”

“Yes, Master.”

His weight left her then, though his hand closed around her ankle. He tied her right ankle to the pillar at the bottom of the bed, leaving her on her back and stretching her taut. It wasn’t a surprise when he bound the other ankle to the other pillar, leaving her wide to his view. She could feel him looking at her and squirmed a little.

“Are you helpless?” he whispered, his voice too far away. Caitlyn thrashed in her bonds, struggling to free herself.

It was impossible to do so.

Her breath hitched and her heart raced. God, she was going to make a puddle on the bed, and surely that would be very naughty.

“Open and waiting for me,” he whispered. “You’ll learn to always be that way.”

“Yes, Master.”

He chuckled and cast the sheet over her, then she felt the weight of the coverlet fall over her, too. He tucked her in, his protective care making her smile.

Zach took care of his possessions. She’d noticed that before.

She heard him poke the fire, then he crossed the floor. She listened, expectant, but heard only the crackle of the fire and the soft click of a closing door.

He was gone.

And she was tied up!

Zach couldn’t leave her like this!

But he had done just that. Fear rose in Caitlyn and she struggled to remain just the way he’d left her.

She hoped for a few moments that he would come back, but he didn’t. The house creaked a little in the wind, the fire crackled on the hearth and the rain beat against the window panes. Her puss hummed, desperate for the release he’d denied her, but there was nothing she could do about it when she was like this.

Helpless.

Did he mean to let Hunt find her like this in the morning?

Caitlyn panicked at the thought. She struggled and squirmed but she was absolutely helpless. Caitlyn fought her bonds hard, knowing all the while that it was futile. There was nothing she could do to save herself.

Zach had ensured that she was powerless.

In a way, it was a relief. She wasn’t responsible. She couldn’t change her situation. She was Zach’s captive and his toy, by her own choice.

And he did take care of his possessions.

Really, the captivity and the endless scene was what she had wanted all along. She’d told him that, hadn’t she? Caitlyn should just enjoy every moment of it, while it lasted.

She was forbidden to come. In hindsight, it made perfect sense that he had left her in anguish. Zach was teaching her a lesson and as much as she wanted to learn it, she was itching with need.

It probably wouldn’t be the first time Hunt had found a guest tied up, not at The Phoenix.

Maybe she should surprise Zach the next day.

Caitlyn smiled in the darkness, feeling very naughty indeed.

* * *

Once in his room, Zach dressed quickly and let himself into the corridor. It was lit with gas lanterns on the wall, their flames turned down very low. He felt as if he’d stepped into a ghost movie.

He had to find Rex.

He headed down the stairs, walking as quietly as possible so he didn’t disturb the other guests. At the bottom of the stairs, he tried to choose a direction in the darkened house.

That was when he heard the moan.

He followed the sound, easing open a door at the back end of the corridor. He found himself in a service room. There were shelves lined with preserves on the back wall, a sturdy table in the middle of the room and a large sink on the wall on the left. A doorway on the right led to a much larger room that might have been a kitchen.

Naked and bound on the table was the maid, Hunt, her wet puss practically dripping onto the polished wood surface. There was a lot of heavy rope knotted around her, though she still wore her uniform. The sight of her little black boots sent a tingle through Zach, especially with the rope trussing her ankles together. She made a sound at the sight of him, and Fletcher glanced over his shoulder. His shirt was untucked and his hair tousled, but he bowed immediately. “Sir?”

“I don’t mean to interrupt, Fletcher.”

“Of course not, sir.”

“I’m looking for a few trinkets, a gift for a lady,” Zach said, trying to remain in the spirit of the island. “I thought that since Windswept is a Phoenix facility, there might be some available for purchase.”

“Of course, sir. We try to anticipate the needs of all of our guests. There is an inventory of possibilities in the front room.”

“Excellent. Do you have a moment?”

“Of course, sir.” Fletcher grinned at Hunt. “Don’t move.”

She squirmed and protested, though her words were muffled. Her eyes were sparkling, though, and he felt badly for interrupting their game.

The selection was impressive, all the high quality merchandise Zach had come to expect from The Plume, and more. Unlike the rest of the house and its accoutrements, the sex toys were completely modern. He made his selections, then chose a cock ring with a large latex knob. He presented it to Fletcher. “For Hunt, with my apologies for interrupting your festivities.”

Fletcher grinned. “I’ll make sure she’s grateful for it, sir.”

He handed Fletcher one of the other two items. “Could you have Hunt deliver this one with Miss Caitlyn’s breakfast tray tomorrow? She will need to wear it tomorrow.” Fletcher nodded then Zach gave him the latex toy. It was shaped to fit onto a person’s tongue and covered with soft knobs. “And this one is for Hunt to use on Miss Caitlyn, as her own discretion. I believe she will find the lady receptive in the morning.”

Fletcher bowed. “Of course, sir.”

“Please tell her to silence the lady, so the other guests are not disturbed.”

“I’ll see to it, sir.” When Zach hesitated, Fletcher spoke again. “Is there anything else, sir?”

“Could you tell me if the assistant of Madame Amelia is awake at this hour?”

A shadow touched Fletcher’s expression, then was gone so quickly that Zach wondered if he had imagined it. “He is awake, sir, but quite busy with Madame Amelia.”

“I see.” Zach supposed he should have guessed that Rex would only be on the island to play some sex games himself. “That will be all then, Fletcher. Thank you and give my regards to Hunt.”

The valet grinned, bowed, and strode to the back of the house with a haste that betrayed his enthusiasm. Zach yawned. He probably could have joined in their scene, but he needed his sleep to ensure that Caitlyn was captured fully by the end of the week. He hurried up the stairs, hearing the sounds of other people finding their pleasure in the distant rooms of the house. He smiled and turned down the hall to his own room, and opened the door.

There was someone standing in front of the fireplace, holding out his hands to the blaze. Zach frowned because he could see the wall behind right through the guy. It was like he was made of vapor or mist.

The visitor glanced over his shoulder and Zach’s heart stopped cold.

“Some friend,” Luke whispered, his voice sounding as if it carried from another realm. His lip curled with disdain. “I see how you look at her.”

Zach blinked and the room was empty again. He checked every corner and nook, moving more quickly when he found nothing. He discovered that the door to Caitlyn’s room was locked on the other side again, and jiggled the door without making any difference. It had been unlocked when he’d left.

Luke’s presence had to have been an illusion, a trick played by The Phoenix. Zach stared around the empty room and shivered, not entirely sure of that.

* * *

“Your ghost has sent you a gift, miss,” Hunt said briskly.

Caitlyn awakened with a start, and tugged at her bonds. She was still tied to the bed and blindfolded, though she had slept and felt somewhat refreshed. It must be morning, because Hunt was in her room. She heard the maid tying back the drapes on the bed and smelled fresh coffee. Her stomach growled, even as she blushed to be found like this.

Hunt seemed to take it in stride. “I see he’s a busy ghost, just as we might have anticipated.”

“Yes, Hunt,” Caitlyn admitted, her cheeks burning that the maid was obviously looking at her. The covers were flicked back and cool air touched Caitlyn’s skin.

“A very thorough ghost, if I may say so.”

“Yes, Hunt.” Caitlyn wriggled. “Will you untie me, please?”

“Not right away, miss. I have to follow the ghost’s command.”

What command could he have given to Hunt?

Caitlyn was sure she couldn’t have been more mortified, but Hunt instructed her to lift her hips. A thick towel was slid beneath her butt, and then Hunt began to wash Caitlyn’s genitals.

The terrible part of it was that the rough cloth was stimulating. The knowledge that the maid was looking at her and knew her naughty secret was thrilling in a way. The way that Hunt moved the cloth hinted that she was deliberately tormenting Caitlyn.

Or had she been instructed to do so?

Caitlyn remembered Zach’s command that she wasn’t allowed to come and squirmed under the cloth.

“You like that, miss,” Hunt whispered. “I knew you would.” She ran her fingertips over Caitlyn’s thighs. “And look at how thoroughly you’ve been spanked. Maybe I should ensure that your ghost has a riding crop at his disposal tonight.” Caitlyn jumped at the feel of Hunt’s lips on her skin. “Maybe I should help,” she whispered, her breath against the inside of Caitlyn’s thigh.

Help? The notion of a threesome was even naughtier than Caitlyn had been so far.

“I’m to have my corset tighter today,” she managed to confess, even as Hunt’s wicked fingers slipped under the cloth to caress her.

“Of course. This ghost likes you tied up tight.”

“Yes!” Caitlyn gasped. A dry cloth was shoved into her mouth. She tried to spit it out but it was big enough that she couldn’t move it.

She protested, but the result was only a muffled moan.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure the ghost knows just how bad you really are, miss,” Hunt whispered. Then the woman’s mouth closed over Caitlyn’s puss. Caitlyn felt her lips and the heat of her mouth, but her tongue, her tongue was incredible.

It had
bumps
on it. Hunt slid the soft bumps across Caitlyn’s hard clitoris and the sensation practically sent her to the moon.

Hunt’s skill was impressive. She had Caitlyn hot and ready in no time at all, her small hands braced on Caitlyn’s thighs as she ate her with gusto. She tickled and teased, then pressed her tongue hard against Caitlyn, alternating between her lips, her wicked tongue, and the graze of her teeth. Caitlyn was shocked by how quickly her passion rose, and dismayed that she couldn’t control it.