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see how much she could take. She’d been scared,
and it’d hurt, but – she ran another hand down her ass, feeling the soreness
he’d left behind, feeling claimed by him in a way that Richard hadn’t wanted
her in years. “I – I think you should know that – I liked it.”
    A
warm hand took hers, palm to palm, and pulled her towards the entry hall and
her breath hitched to think he might take her there again, like that, but
instead of pushing her down, or pulling her towards the stairs that led to her
bedroom, he tugged her gently towards the other stairs instead.
    Curious,
excited, scared – excited – she followed.
     

Chapter Eight
    Arthur
and she hadn’t gotten very far on this side of the house. All her bedroom
furniture had been concentrated on the other side, what she thought of as the
‘living’ wing – which perhaps made it more appropriate that she was here on the
other side with the ghost of someone who’d died here.
    As
he pulled her further down the hallway, she thought she knew where they’d end
up, and something low in her belly quivered. The bed, the manly bed, carved
with fighting animals, abandoned by the locusts – he drew her to the room
inexorably and with every step, knowing only enough about what was to come to
be turned on and scared at once, she felt the ache of desire rekindle within
her. There were spaces in her that only he could fill, that needed filling,
desperately. She knew if she reached down now she’d find herself wet and knew
she ought to be ashamed of how eager he made her and yet knowing he was going
to take her soon felt so good –
    They
reached the door of the room and turned into it. She reached for the lightswitch,
but he held her hand back, and a soft glow suffused the room instead.
Candlelight, but from no one point, just a gentle orange glow, centered on the
four poster bed.
    The
color of the light returned the bare mattress to its former glory, making it look
warm and inviting, shadows hiding the anger of the animals carved to hold it up
beneath.
    Of
course the hand drew her there.
    She
walked slowly, her belly on fire. It’s about to happen again, to me, to me,
to me, her thoughts kept pace with her steps. When she reached the bed’s
edge, the hand held her back and began to undress her.
    She
stood there, feeling him move gently over her, heat pressing against her skin,
pulling her shirt up and off, unzipping and tugging her skirt down for her to
step out of. There was a pause, as though the ghost admired his own handiwork –
or her – before hot hands undid the clasp of her bra and set her breasts free,
pulling her back into a warm chest again as hands fondled her, lifting the
weight of each breast up, rolling nipples between thumb and forefinger
indulgently. She purred at his touch and his slow attention, then felt a hand
play down her side, her ribs, to tuck a finger into the band of her underwear
and pull along the elastic edge as if testing its strength. Both hands sank,
pushing her underwear off of her, feeling her as they did so, following the
underwear down against her legs all the way to the ground. She stepped out of
them and her skirt and then felt hands again, at her waist, and stroking her
welted bottom, just like they had at the end of last night. Her breath caught
with each movement of his hand – she didn’t think he’d spank her again, but he
might and – there was another rumbling behind her, as though the ghost were
chuckling at her fear.
    Then
the heat abandoned her. She knew he was still in the room, the ‘light’ was
still on – and she saw divots appear in the mattress, as though someone were
crossing it toward her on their knees. Hands grabbed hers again, and pulled her
up.
    She
followed the ghost on all fours, hungry and unsure. Hands pressed down on her
back and she let them, falling forward like he’d taken her on the tile the
other night, but then he pressed down on her ass, pushing all of her to lay
prone. She did as