Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set

by Lola Swain

  “Does it hurt, baby?” Allen said and moaned in Vicky’s ear.

  “It hurts, daddy,” Vicky said through clenched teeth.

  “I like to hear you call me that,” Allen said and pumped his cock in and out of Vicky’s ass.

  Vicky dug her fingertips into the desk as Allen pounded her ass. She bit her bottom lip until she tasted blood and then completely relaxed into Allen’s cock as he reached around her hips and rubbed her pussy.

  Allen found all of Vicky’s secret spots as he probed her soft, wet skin with his fingertips. Vicky’s pussy was soaking wet and Allen’s hand flew back and forth across her clit with ease. He knew he was going to cum at any second and he didn’t want her to be left unsatisfied. Vicky was everything Dr. Connor wanted in a playmate and he knew that they were going to have fun together. A lot of fun.

  “Tell me that I’m better than Zoe,” Vicky said as she pumped her ass in and out.

  Vicky knew she was also about to cum and she needed to hear those very words before she did. It was something she made all of her lovers say right before her orgasm overtook her body.

  Allen did think Vicky was better than Zoe, but only because he knew that she would do things that Zoe would never even consider. Zoe wasn’t a whore. Vicky was a whore and Dr. Connor liked a sweet woman at home and a whore on his cock.

  “You are so much better than Zoe, fucking whore,” Allen said as he fucked Vicky’s ass and rubbed her pussy.

  Allen slid his fingers up Vicky’s pussy and found her swollen clit. He pinched the hood covering her clit and pulled it back and forth as he thrust his cock in and out of Vicky’s asshole.

  Vicky’s legs shook and she felt the heat creeping around her lower back as Dr. Connor jacked her clit. Her orgasm exploded.

  “I’m cumming!” Vicky said and squealed. “Daddy is making me cum!”

  The muscles in Vicky’s ass clenched around Allen’s cock and then convulsed as she came. Allen pulled out of Vicky’s ass to the head of his fat cock and then slammed back into her spasming asshole to the root. He bent his back, bit down on his bottom lip and moaned as he came inside Vicky’s plump ass.

  “Fuck!” he said as he blew his load into the condom.

  Dr. Connor fell forward on top of Vicky’s back and they lay there for a moment on top of his desk while they tried to calm their breathing. Both had wide smiles across their lips. Both for different reasons.

  So when he was home and Zoe was on top of him, Dr. Connor relived the encounter with Vicky as Zoe slid his pants down his legs. His cock sprang up and Zoe looked down at it and smiled. He was rock hard and she knew she still had a chance.

  “I love your cock,” Zoe said as she knelt next to Allen and stared at it. “As much as I love you, I love your cock.”

  Dr. Connor looked over at Zoe and smiled. She was such a beautiful woman and he knew that even though he would continue to fuck Vicky, he didn’t want to lose her. Zoe validated him. She looked good on his arm and in his world of superficiality, a girl whose beauty conveyed to the public that she had it all together, despite the reality, reflected positively on Dr. Connor. Vicky, while beautiful in her own way, conveyed chaos. And Dr. Connor would not stand for people to believe his life was chaotic.

  “I love you too, baby,” Allen said as he watched Zoe slip her negligee from her beautiful body. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”

  Zoe’s heart pounded with the pride she felt at Dr. Connor’s approval. She knelt on the bed between his legs and wrapped her hands around his cock. She ran her hands up and down the smooth hard shaft and raked her long fingernails gently against his balls. She smiled when Dr. Connor’s legs shook as she bowed her head toward the tip of his cock. And she forgot all about Sam and the warning she gave as she drew the head of Dr. Connor’s cock past her full lips and sucked.

  And she stopped her descent mid-shaft when she realized what she tasted on Allen’s cock.

  Latex.

  “Why did you stop, baby?” Allen said.

  Allen reached down and placed his hand on the back of Zoe’s head and pushed. When he felt her resistance, he immediately knew why and cursed himself for not showering before he came home. He closed his eyes and tried to come up with excuses to explain himself out of this, however Zoe offered Allen the best way out.

  “I’m sorry,” she said as she lifted her head from his lap and ran her fingers across her forehead, “I’m getting a migraine.”

  “It’s okay, baby,” Allen said and sat up next to her. “Let me get you something to help.”

  Allen walked across the bedroom and reached into his bag and retrieved a Valium for Zoe. He walked back to the bed and handed her the pill and fluffed a pillow for her.

  Zoe got under the covers and swallowed the pill as her heart sank with the Valium. She thought of Sam and security, insecurity and uncertainty as she rested her head against the pillow. She didn’t know if she should sob or scream as Allen sat next to her on the bed and stroked her forehead.

  “I love you so much,” Zoe said as she stared into Allen’s eyes. “I would do anything for you.”

  “I know you do, baby,” Allen said. “Don’t worry about a thing. I will always take care of you.”

  Zoe smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She needed to believe every word he said.

  Over the next five weeks, Zoe was a mess of nerves as she tried to figure out who the other woman was. She searched through his home office and his pockets hoping to find a clue, but always came up with nothing.

  She trained herself to wake up every morning at four o’clock after she was sure Allen was in a deep sleep. She knelt by his bedside table and stared at his cell phone and tried to get the courage to lift it off the charger. Her heart pounded and her stomach tightened as she slowly reached toward Dr. Connor’s phone, however he always stirred at the moment she was going to grab it and she scurried away.

  She vacillated back and forth between ignoring her intuition and fooling herself into security and finding proof. She longed to discuss her feelings with someone, but she had not spoken to Vicky since she stormed out of their house the night of the dinner party and every time she phoned her friend, she received Vicky’s voicemail. She spent every waking moment thinking about Allen and what would happen to her if he left and her mind cracked.

  Zoe convinced herself that her encounter with Sam was nothing but a dream. A fantasy she created that night because she was lonely and scared. Her fantasy theory was bolstered by the fact that she never saw Sam after their night together.

  For their part, both Dr. Connor and Vicky knew that their behavior was driving Zoe to the edge. And where Dr. Connor’s intention was not necessarily to drive his girlfriend insane, even though he would not stop carrying on with her best friend, Vicky planned this from the time they were children and Zoe stole Harry Masters from her.

  Vicky could tell by the frantic messages Zoe was leaving in her voicemail that her master plan was almost complete. She and Allen discussed Zoe’s erratic behavior after they finished fucking wherever they were able to steal time as if it were something organic within Zoe. As if they were not the very cause of her descent and subsequent psychotic break.

  “I really need to look into getting her some help,” Allen said as he sat on the couch of his office and zipped his pants. “She’s acting crazy. I caught her staring at my phone at four-thirty this morning. Just staring at it.”

  “She’s always been unstable, baby,” Vicky said as she sat next to him on the couch. “Ever since we were kids she has been off the wall. Come on, don’t you remember how you guys met?”

  Allen thought back to the night he met Zoe as she sat on the sidewalk in front of Mitchell Rowlett’s house. Her eyes were crazed, he thought, and he felt satisfied that her behavior was something she created and not a result of his notion that she knew that something was going on. As long as blame was not on his head, Dr. Connor felt at ease.

  “Allen?” Vicky said as she snuggled into Allen’s neck and r
an her fingertips up and down his muscular leg.

  “Yes, baby?” Allen said as he rested his head against the back of the couch.

  “Do you love me?”

  Allen lifted his head and stared down at the top of Vicky’s head.

  Impossible women, he thought.

  “I lust you, baby,” Allen said and kissed Vicky’s head.

  Vicky looked up into Dr. Connor’s eyes and frowned.

  “You lust me? I mean, I know it’s only been a few weeks, however, I thought you would come up with a better answer!”

  “The question threw me,” Allen said and shifted away from Vicky. “What is it that you want from me?”

  “I want everything that she gets from you,” Vicky said and fluffed her hair. “Or don’t you think I warrant that?”

  “I spend all of my free time with you. I never said that I would leave her for you for Christ’s sake.”

  “Did I ask you to do that?” Vicky said and stood from the couch.

  “You said you want everything that I give to her,” Allen said.

  “Not all at once,” Vicky said and chewed on her fingernail. “One thing at a time.”

  “So, what’s the first thing you want? Don’t I fuck you well?”

  “You fuck me the best, baby,” Vicky said and smiled. “But I’m tired of fucking in the office, in my cramped apartment when what’s-his-name is gone, in the parking garage of the hospital. I want something better.”

  “I can’t take any time off, you know this. Perhaps you can join me when I go to the convention in California, although I don’t know how I’m going to explain that to Zoe.”

  “Is that all you think about? Please, Allen, if you were thinking of Zoe’s feelings at all would you be fucking me?”

  “And you? Are you thinking of her feelings?”

  “Of course not, I’m thinking of our feelings.”

  “Look, Vicky,” Allen said, “I like how things are between us. I’m not saying they won’t change, that we won’t have more opportunity to become closer, however at this moment, this is all I can handle.”

  Vicky panicked as Allen spoke. She pushed him too far and she had to reel him back in or she’d be another notch on his belt and he’d dump her like all of Zoe’s boyfriends did. She knelt on the floor at his feet and wiggled her body between his legs.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” she said as she rested her head in his lap. “I didn’t mean to push you. I just would like to spend one afternoon in a comfortable bed fucking you. I want to treat you like the king that you are.”

  “When and where?” Allen said as he stroked Vicky’s hair as his cock and ego were aroused.

  “Your bed.” Vicky said and smiled.

  “You are a nasty little slut, aren’t you? Okay, done,” Allen said and sighed. “Wednesday afternoon, Dr. Crosgrove’s wife Felicia is taking Zoe to Bar Harbor. They leave at noon. Your ass better be in my bed no later than one o’clock. I want to see how you treat your man like the king that he is.”

  And so it was decreed.

  On Wednesday morning, Zoe sat at her vanity brushing her hair in the mirror. She looked through her reflection and not at herself. It was the day she was to finally leave the house. She did not want to go with Dr. Crosgrove’s wife, however Allen insisted.

  “You haven’t left this house in weeks,” Allen said to her that morning. “You don’t sleep and you hardly eat. I know you’re taking the Valium, but you are taking too many. We haven’t had sex in weeks. I ask you every day what is wrong and every day you answer, nothing. This is not nothing.”

  “I don’t want to go today,” Zoe said as she turned away from Allen in bed.

  “You have to go today. Not only am I trying to get into Crosgrove’s favor, you need to get out of this house!”

  Allen got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He stared at Zoe through the mirror and shook his head. He felt a twinge of guilt because he knew what he would be doing in his bed that day, however he was tired of Zoe’s behavior. He did not sign on for this and couldn’t handle Zoe’s psychosis. Vicky looked better and better to him and he felt he could groom her to be his validation.

  “I know that something is going on,” Zoe said as she sat up in bed and stared at Allen’s reflection.

  “You are fucking paranoid,” Allen said and slammed the bathroom door.

  After Dr. Connor left for work, Zoe forced herself out of bed and into the shower. She cried at the vanity as she combed her hair and punched her legs as she stared at the Valium bottle that she was too familiar with.

  “I can’t go on like this,” she said as she thought of taking the whole bottle of pills.

  Nothing sounded better to Zoe at that moment than an eternal sleep.

  “Call her and tell her you’re not coming,” a woman’s voice said from behind her.

  Zoe turned slowly in her chair and saw Sam sitting on the edge of her bed. She closed her eyes hoping that when she opened her eyes, the beautiful girl in the red negligee would not be there.

  “I am here, pretty,” Sam said and walked toward her holding Zoe’s phone. “I am real. Call her and tell her you cannot come. You have a migraine.”

  Zoe bowed her head and took her phone from Sam’s hand. She called Felicia Crosgrove and begged her off with Sam’s migraine excuse.

  “Allen will be mad,” Zoe said and sighed

  “Fuck him!” Sam said and led Zoe from the bathroom to her bed. “They are driving you insane, do you realize that?”

  “They?” Zoe said and stared at Sam.

  “I will show you. Everything is true, Zoe.”

  “What is true?” Zoe said and shook her head. “I just want to sleep, Sam. Can’t you just let me sleep?”

  “Yes, come with me,” Sam said and dragged Zoe from the bed.

  Sam took Zoe into the large walk-in closet that she and Dr. Connor shared. She sat on the floor and held her arms up to Zoe.

  “Lay here, pretty,” Sam said and patted her long legs. “I will wake you when it is time.”

  Zoe knelt between Sam’s legs and lay on her side. She rested her head in Sam’s lap and Sam hummed a pretty tune while she stroked Zoe’s forehead.

  “This is nice,” Zoe said as she closed her eyes. “I feel safe.”

  “You are safe, pretty. I will take care of you,” Sam said and resumed humming the soothing tune.

  Zoe drifted to sleep while lying in Sam’s lap. She dreamt of devils ripping the flesh from men and hideous creatures eating the hearts and brains from faceless women. However, she was not frightened by the images that cycled through her head. Zoe was empowered.

  While Zoe slept, Sam told Zoe all about herself.

  She came to live in the brownstone well before it was Dr. Connors.

  In 1972 Samantha and Jonathan Manetti were high school sweethearts and newlyweds. They both were attending Harvard and the brownstone was a wedding gift from Samantha’s wealthy parents.

  Jonathan Manetti was a genius and studying for his Ph.D. in World Religion. Nothing fascinated him more than dark religions, something that no one, not even his beautiful new bride was aware of. Jonathan just returned from Africa with some archaeologists and uncovered some very interesting artifacts on the dig. He smuggled a totem and ancient text back to Boston. Every night, he sat up in his office and read over the instructions and incantations.

  Jonathan felt the power in the book and the totem. He knew he held pure evil in his hands and soon was possessed by this evil.

  His behavior became erratic and violent shortly after his return from Africa. Samantha wondered what happened to her kind, nebbish husband as she watched him drink scotch like it was water. His face was even different…contorted always in an evil look, Jonathan screamed at Samantha constantly and even slapped her around. Jonathan stole Nightshade and Trumpet’s Purse from the Botany Lab at Harvard and ingested it every night at midnight for months. As the hallucinations kicked in, he stood over Sam’s sleeping body and chanted as he read the sp
ells.

  Sam was terrified of Jonathan and planned her escape from him and informed some trusted friends at Harvard. They were as shocked as she was by Jonathan’s transformation. He was always such a sweet, gentle man.

  On July 29, 1972, as Samantha lay sleeping on her side, Jonathan staggered into their bedroom, drunk and wacked out of his mind on drugs. He placed the evil totem on the top of Sam’s head and pointed a gun at her. Sam opened her eyes as Jonathan cocked the hammer of the pistol back and tried to roll off the bed. Jonathan shot Sam in the back and the bullet pierced her right lung.

  As Sam lay immobile and suffocating on her blood, Jonathan chanted the Prayer of the Risen over Sam and grew agitated when Samantha didn’t sit up in the bed and smile at him. As the drugs and alcohol wore off and Sam didn’t move, he panicked, packed a bag and disappeared from the house and the world.

  As Jonathan Manetti headed to Logan Airport to destinations unknown, Samantha opened her eyes and sat up in their bed. Jonathan’s Prayer of the Risen did work, but he never learned of this, of course. And Samantha Manetti never left the brownstone.

  “Wake up, pretty,” Sam said some time later into Zoe’s ear. “It is time to open your eyes.”

  Zoe opened her eyes and stretched in Sam’s lap. Sam smiled down at Zoe and Zoe remembered her dreams and reached up and stroked Sam’s face.

  “I had the most bizarre dreams last night,” Zoe said and yawned.

  “Yes, I know,” Sam said. “You talk a lot in your sleep. You only slept for a few hours though, pretty.”

  “A few hours?” Zoe said and sat up. “I feel like I’ve been sleeping for days.”

  “No, not days,” Sam said and stroked Zoe’s forehead. “Just a little while. Come now, they are here.”

  Zoe looked around the closet and ran her fingers through her long hair. She heard faint giggling and footsteps coming from the stairway outside the bedroom.

  “Vicky’s here?” Zoe said as she stood up and walked toward the closet door.