Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (14 page)

James released my nipples and pulled my hair until I
floated on my back. He went to work on my pussy with his tongue, lapping at it
like an animal from hole to clit. He clawed at my back and gripped my ass with
his fingers. Then he put his full, luscious lips around my clit and sucked on
it like a cock. I stared at the couple on the dock who were now making out and
I fantasized that they were in the water with James and I, sucking and fucking
with us.

James parted his lips and brought me further into his
mouth. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth against my clit while he
sucked even harder. I looked up at the sky and my legs trembled against his
shoulders. I felt as if I was tumbling down a deep well.

“Oh, God,” I said as James lifted my ass up and down,
grinding my pussy against his face, “don’t stop!”

I kicked my heels against his back as I bolted up from the
water. I dug my fingers into his scalp and grabbed fistfuls of his hair as my
tummy tingled and I lost all control. I looked at the couple and the man had
the woman’s breasts out and sucked on one of her nipples. I lifted my breast
and bit down on my nipple as I finally hit the bottom of the well.

“Yes,” I said as my orgasm exploded and I pummeled his
shoulders with my fists. “Fuck, yes!”

James sucked on my clit and I dug my fingers into the back
of his head and pressed his face into my pussy. I felt as if I would faint from
the pleasure he gave me. The more I struggled, the tighter James held on until
finally, I gave up and I flopped backward. It was only then that James released
me.

I floated on my back for a second and tried to catch my
breath and James jumped up from under the water.

“Holy shit,” James said and swam over to me. “That was
fucking intense! You came so hard.”

“I know,” I said and smiled. “It was amazing.”

“I heard you screaming. Even down there, I could hear you.
I’ll bet the others heard you too.”

“Fuck ‘em,” I said and giggled.

James reached out and dragged me toward him. He held me in
his arms and kissed me.

“Can you taste yourself?” he said. “You taste as sweet as
a peach.”

“Yes,” I said and licked his lips. “I want more. Now.”

“I want more too,” James said and reached down and grabbed
his hard cock and rubbed it between my legs. “Let’s give the others something
more to listen to.”

“I know they didn’t hear me, but maybe they’ll hear us
together,” I said and pointed to the couple on the dock.

James spun around and looked at the couple.

“How long have they been here?” James said as he cocked
his head and stared at the couple.

“Practically the whole time,” I said and giggled. “I
fantasized that they joined us.”

“Sophia, we shouldn’t be here,” he said. “Let’s go back.”

“But I want to fuck,” I said.

James looked at me and grinned.

“Say it again.”

“I want to fuck.”

“I love that,” he said and let me go. “We will fuck, I
promise you that. Let’s get out of here.”

James and I swam to the edge of the dock and hoisted
ourselves out of the water.

“Wow,” he said as he stepped over the couple who were now
horizontal, with the man on top of the woman. “So you liked watching them while
I licked your pussy?”

James grabbed me and pressed his body against mine.

“Yes,” I said.

“Did it turn you on more?”

“Yes. Watching them making out, especially when he
starting sucking on her tits, turned me on a lot.”

“You dirty little voyeur,” James said in my ear. “We can
do that, you know. We can find a nice looking couple and do that.”

“With the guests?” I said.

“Yep, it’ll be a blast,” James said and bit my bottom lip.
“But I want you all to myself first. Let’s go back. I want to fuck you in the
wine cellar.”

James put his clothes back on as the couple writhed around
on the dock. I looked around for my dress and saw part of the dress under the
woman’s ass.

“She’s on top of my dress,” I said.

“So, leave it. Well get it later,” James said and held out
his suit coat. “You can wear this.”

“No way, I want my dress! There are others, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m not meeting new people for the first time
naked,” I said. “You go on back. I’ll catch up.”

“The stairs to the wine cellar are directly across from
the ballroom,” James said and turned and walked toward the arbor. “Don’t be
long.”

I crouched down next to the couple on the dock and looked
out as James disappeared into the arbor. The couple didn’t appear to be much
older than me and when the man grabbed his lover by her shoulders and rolled
her on top of him, I snatched my dress off the dock.

The man tried to convince the girl to take her clothes
off, but she objected because she was scared they would be caught.

“Just do it sweetheart,” I said. “You may never get
another chance.”

The man reached up and tugged on the woman’s blouse and
then clawed at her bra. He pulled her tits out over the top of her bra and
raised his head and sucked on one of her nipples. The girl spread her legs
wider until her skirt rode up her thighs and thrust her hips back and forth
over her companion’s cock. The excruciating throb began again between my legs
and I threw my dress over my head to get back to James. I reached out and
grabbed the girl’s nipple and gave it a tight pinch before I left the dock.

“…I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the
will of a male at his time, his bidding.”

Anaïs Nin

I ran back through the arbor, hoping to catch up to James,
but when I walked through the forest, he was nowhere to be found.

I wandered back through the forest and checked out the
rare flowers and inhaled the damp, pine aroma of the trees. I felt frightened,
being alone in the dark maze of vegetation, but when I reminded myself that
there was nothing left to fear, I felt a lightness that I never felt before.

Old habits, however hard they die, apparently don’t
immediately die with death.

I spent my life draped in stole of fear. I used to scan my
brain until I found something to be scared of or worry about. And if I felt
happy, I felt as if something were wrong. I’d search for the source of my happy
feeling until everything from a passing gesture to a drawn-out conversation was
dissected until there was nothing left.

In a grand metamorphosis, the likes of which only Gregor
Samsa could possibly relate to, I recoiled from life and flourished in death.
From out of the ashes, the ghost came and she was better than the girl. But yet
there was still a block, something holding me back from completely letting go.

I came out of the forest and heard someone whistling a
tune in the rose garden.

“James?” I said as I walked toward the garden.

The whistling continued and I opened the gate to the rose
garden.

“James, is that you?”

I walked into the garden and followed the sound of the
song.

“Have you fucked him yet?” a woman’s voice said.

“What?” I said and turned in a circle. “Who’s there?”

“Have you fucked him yet?” the woman repeated.

“What?” I said.

I didn’t see anyone in the garden.

“You don’t hear very well, do you?” she said.

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes.

“Hey, I’m talking to you! Have you fucked him yet?”

I heard a cracking and then the sound of loose rock
tumbling to the ground. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I looked
toward the hotel and watched the guests going into the lobby and coming out
onto the grounds. I realized who the voice belonged to as the cracking
continued.

I took a deep breath and turned around to face Adelaide.

“What?” I said and looked up at the statue.

“So, that’s three whats now, correct?”

Shards of rock cracked away from Adelaide’s face as her
mouth moved. Billowing plumes of dust rose up from around her body as her
surface gave way.

“I-I’m confused,” I said.

“Aw, she’s confused,” Adelaide said. “You must be a bit
slow. I thought it was a pretty simple question.”

“Who?” I said as I choked and waved a cloud of stone dust
from my face.

“Are you purposely being vague? James of course, that’s
who! I will ask again, follow along...have you fucked him yet?”

“I don’t--” I said and jumped back as a great block of
stone cracked from her shoulder and smashed on the ground at my feet.

“Is this that hard?” She said.

“Look, excuse me for being a bit vague, as you say, but
I’ve not had much experience answering fucking questions from a pile of
bricks.”

“Oh really, a pile of bricks?” Adelaide said as a piece of
stone broke off from her temple. “Little one, let me tell you something, I am a
princess of royal lineage. You will show me the respect that I deserve or you
will be out!”

Chunks of stone tumbled from her form and the entire
garden was covered in a fog of stone dust.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Can we begin again? I am Sophia
Pearson-Therrault. I just was, well, this is my first day as...this.”

“Charmed,” Adelaide said. “Look, I know who you are. And
the reason I didn’t ask you who you are before you took it upon yourself to
tell me who you are, is because I know everything. In fact, I knew who you were
yesterday before you became who you are. But that’s not what I asked, is it?”

“No,” I said.

“Then, what did I ask?”

“Have you fucked him yet?” I said.

“Oh, thank the trees, finally,” she said. “And?”

“And, what?” I said and shook my head.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Adelaide said.

“No, wait,” I said. “No, I have not fucked James yet.”

“Ah...interesting. So, you plan to?”

“I’m sorry, but why are you asking me this?” I said. “Oh
man, tell me you and he are not involved!”

“Involved?” she said and laughed. “I’m a statue,
sweetheart.”

“Well, I don’t really know,” I said and scratched my head.
“I mean, this is all terribly new to me, you see. Oh, it looks like your nose
is about to fall off.”

And right then, it did.

“I’ve got to go,” I said and turned to leave the garden.

“Wait, don’t,” Adelaide said. “Please, I’m sorry. Come
here and put it back on. I won’t be able to smell the roses anymore.”

“This is crazy,” I said and turned back to face her.

“I’m sorry. I’m aggressive, I know,” she said.
“Protective, really. Of everyone. I will be protective of you as well, once we
get to know one another.”

I walked to the place where Adelaide’s nose laid on the
ground. I picked it up and tried to brush some of the dust off with my dress.

“I haven’t any glue,” I said as I held her nose up.

“You don’t need it,” she said. “Just put it back in the
place it was. It will stay.”

I stood on my tiptoes and pressed Adelaide’s nose to her
face. I held it there for a moment and she looked down at me.

“You are lovely, Sophia,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I said and stepped back. “There, it’s on.”

“Ah, wonderful,” she said and inhaled.

“When I saw you yesterday,” I said, “I was drawn to you.”

“Yes,” she said. “I know.”

“I think you are beautiful,” I said.

“Thank you. So, what do you think of us?”

“You are actually the first other, besides James, I’ve
met.”

“Oh well, there are many others to meet.”

“Yes, he told me,” I said and took a deep breath. “I’ve
just been trying to get my bearings. This is a lot to take in.”

“Yes, of course. You will. They all do.”

“I’m not really good with change,” I said and sighed.

I looked back at the hotel.

“May I ask you something?” I said and move closer to
Adelaide as a group of guests walked into the garden.

I turned to look at the guests and a woman stopped right
beside me and stared at Adelaide.

“Roger,” the woman said to a man snapping photos of the
prized Battleroy roses, “it seems this statue’s facade is peeling. We should
mention it to the front desk.”

“Whatever you say, sugar,” Roger said and continued along
the garden’s path.

“You may ask me anything you’d like, Sophia.” Adelaide
said and shifted her eyes down toward the woman who was now picking at
Adelaide’s cracked facade. “If this lady doesn’t stop touching me, I’m going to
make my arm fall off and land on her toe.”

I giggled and the woman looked around the garden as if she
heard Adelaide and scurried off to locate Roger.

“Were you the first?” I said to Adelaide.

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Oh boy, all the way back in in 1610,” she said.

“How?”

“The man who arranged to marry me was angry that I refused
his proposal. I was in love, secretly, with another man. Still, he ignored my
refusal and forged ahead with the wedding plans. I prepared to escape, but on
the night before we were to be married, he crept into my family home while we all
slept and dragged me out by my hair. I was fifteen-years-old.”

I closed my eyes and pictured Adelaide being dragged from
her home and across the grounds.

“And then?” I asked.

“And then,” she said and sighed, “he dragged me here,
right to this spot and asked me a final time if I would marry him. When I
refused, he said I would never leave this place and would have no choice but to
look upon the tribe and watch their demise. He strung me by the ankles from
that tree, gutted and bled me and then preserved me using juniper berries. He
stuffed my body full of a crude Natron he pilfered from the Wampanoag. Then he
wrapped me slowly and set me here, right in this place.”

“You must have been so scared,” I said. “You were only
fifteen.”

“You’re not that much older than I was. You must have been
scared too.”