Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set

by Lola Swain

  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.”

  “Yeah, but really, I didn’t know it was coming. She hit me and then I was gone. I better go. James is waiting
for me. It was nice talking to you, Adelaide.”

  “I’ll see you around, Sophia, I’m sure.”

  “Okay, well, bye,” I said and walked away from Adelaide.

  “Do you love him?” Adelaide said as I reached the garden gate.

  “No,” I said and rested my forehead on the gate. “I don’t know. Possibly. I could.”

  I ran back into the hotel, through the lobby and entered the door across from the ballroom that led to the wine cellar. The walls were stone, rough and cool and had a dampness that increased as I walked down the narrow spiral staircase. Metal lanterns were bolted to the wall every few inches and an amber glow flickered from the lamps.

  “James?” I said as I neared the end of the stairs.

  “Down here,” he said.

  I reached the bottom steps and the walls were lined from floor to ceiling with rows and rows of wine bottles. There was a fat oak cask filled to the brim with wine corks and James walked from the shadows holding a glass filled with red wine.

  “Where have you been, Sophia?” he said and swallowed some wine. “I was about to give up the ghost, so to speak. Have some wine.”

  I took the glass from his hand.

  “I’m sorry. Guess who I met?”

  “I can’t imagine. Try the wine.”

  I took a drink and choked. The wine was rich and robust, but bitter as whiskey.

  “Wow,” I said and cleared my throat, “pretty strong.”

  “Yes,” he said and took my hand. “So, who caused you to make me wait?”

  “Oh, I met Adelaide,” I said and handed him the wine glass. “You know, officially.”

  “That must have been something. Have some more,” James said and pushed the glass back into my hand.

  James tipped the base of the glass as I raised it to my lips and a great gush of wine flooded my throat.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I said and wiped the wine off my lips.

  “Definitely,” James said and winked.

  “Is it okay to be here?” I said and looked around the large, dark space. “What if someone comes?”

  “Oh, it’s fine. The last tour stops at four o’clock. Tell me about your meeting with Adelaide.”

  I told James about my conversation with Adelaide as I walked around the cellar and brushed off dusty wine labels. When I returned to the spot I left James, he stood naked in the middle of the room.

  “Come closer,” he said.

  I walked toward him.

  “Stop,” he said. “Take off your dress. Slowly.”

  I undid my halter and let my dress fall to the floor.

  “Beautiful. Would you like me to tell you what I love about your body, Sophia?”

  “Yes,” I said and fought the urge to cover myself with my hands.

  “Your tits are large, but nice and firm. And your nipples poke straight out. Those nipples beg to be sucked.”

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “No, thank you,” he said and smiled. “Turn around. I’m not finished.”

  I turned my back to James and I felt him standing close behind.

  “Now, I love the way your back curves in gently, right here,” James said and ran his fingertips back and forth across the small of my back.

  I squirmed a bit and I felt James’ warm breath in my ear.

  “Feels good?” he said and raked his fingernails up and down my spine.

  “Yes,” I said and shivered.

  “You have the most beautiful curves,” he said as he ran his hands down the sides of my waist. “And your ass…holy Christ, high and tight, yet at the same time, round and plump. I will worship this ass every day.”

  James knelt on the floor behind my body and his lips grazed against my lower back and brushed down to my ass. He reached around my hips and dug his fingertips into the front of my thighs and pressed the flesh of my ass against his mouth. He nibbled at my skin and my legs trembled. He moved his hands closer, to the inside of my thighs and slid his fingers up my damp skin toward my pussy.

  “Jesus,” he said, “you’re so wet.”

  “Yes,” I said. “You made me this way.”

  James stood and brushed my hair aside and kissed my neck. I pressed my body against his and wiggled my ass back and forth against his hard cock. I reached behind my back and grabbed it with both hands. It was as hard and as smooth as marble and I felt the power in its incredible girth.

  “What do you want?” James said into my ear as I ran my hands up and down his rigid cock.

  “This,” I said and gripped his cock tightly. “Definitely, this.”

  “And how do you want it?” James said as he ran his hands down my flat stomach to my pussy. “Do you want me to make love to this wet pussy or do you want this wet pussy fucked?”

  “Fucked. Hard,” I said as James’ fingers worked my clit.

  “Yes, fucked hard,” he said. “And whatever my princess wants, she gets.”

  James grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me toward the couch.

  “On your knees,” he said.

  I knelt on the cushion and grabbed the back of the couch. I poked my ass out and he came up behind me and shoved his hands between my legs. He rubbed my pussy and as his hand slid back and forth over my wet skin, my legs shook.

  “I’m coming for you, Sophia,” James said and probed the opening of my pussy with the head of his cock. “I’m coming for you right fucking now.”

  James slammed his cock into my pussy from behind and grabbed my hips. I gasped and tried to move away. I felt as if he’d split me in two. He dug his nails into my thighs to prevent me from moving and thrust his hips back and forth. He dipped his cock inside me all the way to its wide base and slowly, maddeningly, he backed himself out to the tip.

  As I relaxed, I took him with ease. Then he was simply moving too slow, too gently.

  “Harder,” I said and rocked back and forth on my knees.

  I met his thrusts and braced my arms against the back of the couch. James grabbed my hair and snapped my neck back and leaned over me.

  “Harder?” James said. “You want more?”

  “I want it all,” I said.

  James pummeled my pussy with his cock and set off every nerve inside my body. He filled me with a powerful energy more intense than I felt when he got me off in the lake.

  “More,” I said and screamed.

  He dug his fingers into my waist and moaned as he slammed his cock in and out of my pussy. My nipples rubbed against the velvet of the couch and the muscles in my stomach contracted as the walls of my pussy clamped down around James’ cock.

  “I will fuck you until I own you, Sophia.”

  James reached between my legs and pressed his fingers together and pulsed them back and forth against my clit.

  “And I will own you,” I said as the walls of my pussy contracted against James’ cock.

  James alternated between rubbing my clit back and forth and spanking it as he fucked me roughly.

  “I can feel it, Sophia,” James said as he rubbed my clit harder and faster.

  “Yes,” I said. “Don’t you stop!”

  James rubbed my clit faster and I felt the fall begin. A feather blown from a rooftop, tumbling down toward the ground, but at the same time, gliding through the air being carried along the ebbs and flows of the wind currents. I steeled my arms against the sofa and slammed my ass back so I impaled myself on his cock as I came.

  “Fuck,” James said and spanked me sharply on my ass.

  I felt James’ cock pumping as he filled me. He grabbed my hips and lifted me off the sofa and moved my body back and forth over his cock. He placed me back on the couch and with his cock still inside of me, he lay on top of my body.

  He breathed into my ear and worked his arms around my waist and rested his hands against my belly. I closed my eyes and we slept on that couch, knotted together for the entire evening.

  I heard the sirens before I was fully awake. I opened my eyes and James stood i
n front of me dressed in his suit.

  “Good morning,” I said and sat up on the couch. “What time is it?”

  James stared at me.

  “What’s wrong?” I said. “That’s not the look of morning after regret, is it?”

  James hung his head.

  “James?” I said and stood from the couch.

  James picked my dress up off the floor and handed it to me.

  “Tell me,” I said and snatched my dress out of his hand.

  “For you,” he said and pointed at the ceiling.

  “What’s for me?”

  “The sirens, Sophia. I think they found you.”

  “By persuading others, we convince ourselves.”

  Junius

  By the time James and I made our way out of the cellar and into the lobby, the place was swarming with police officers and guests each jockeying for a better vantage point. Mr. Conway ran around the lobby like his pants were on fire and a maid laid out on one of the lobby sofas, had a paramedic tending to her.

  James grabbed my hand and led me through the maze of people and down the corridor toward my old suite. He stopped short and turned and I barreled into his chest.

  “Perhaps you shouldn’t see,” he said and twisted around and looked down the corridor. “It’s an awful shock.”

  “I have already seen,” I said. “Remember? I spent the entire night in that room.”

  “Yes, but perhaps the beach would be nicer?”

  “No, I’m fine. I want to see. I want to make sure they know what to look for.”

  I said and brushed past James toward the room.

  “Sophia, stop,” James said and walked toward me. “You cannot do anything to change the course, do you understand me?”

  I looked up at James and nodded.

  “No,” he said and chuckled, “say it.”

  “I understand,” I said.

  James took my hand and kissed me on the lips.

  “Good. Good morning, by the way.”

  When we arrived at my former honeymoon suite, the door was blocked by police tape. There was an officer at the door with a clipboard and everyone who entered or exited the room had to check in with that officer.

  I stood next to the officer and looked at the clipboard and then got right into his face.

  “Sophia Pearson, the deceased,” I said, “present!”

  “Would you get serious?” James said and laughed.