My Kinky Valentine: Volume 2 - In Spirit

by Liz Gavin

  Damn it Marcel. Told you. Stop that!

  I can feel his chuckles against my bare skin and they’re as scorching as his fingers under my skirt. It’s hard enough for me to concentrate and get into submissive mode without a kinky but oh-so-hot ghost making things worse.

  Thank you very much mister! Oh if only I could swat your hands off! I know you can hear me Marcel. Now stop it!

  “Don’t you know better my naughty cat?”

  Sam’s deep, masculine growl rolls over my body, sending a delicious shudder down my spine and playing with my already wet and aching sex. His tone is unmistakable. He uses my pet name as if I needed a reminder of who’s in charge here.

  “Keep your eyes down. Strip for me. Since you’ve been too lazy to do it before I arrived let’s make the best of it. Take your clothes off slowly. If you please me I might consider a kinder punishment.”

  Sam has no clue there’s another being in the room. Marcel told me once Sam can register his presence at some level. It’s like a different kind of energy making his body hair stand but since it usually happens when I’m here he puts it down to primitive lust. For me. Who says subs have no power?

  “It’s been too long since I last fucked you. You shouldn’t take that long to come visit us, you know. Now I’ll have to control myself not to rush your scene. I’ve been fighting a hard-on for most of the day. The only thing I could think about was your hot mouth sucking me dry.”

  He sits down on the bed to watch me get naked and the ever growing bulge in the front of his tight pants tell me he’s enjoying the view. When my large breasts almost spilled out of the leather corset, Sam tightens his grip on the bed covers. I’d dare say he’s dying to have them in his huge hands. Honestly I can’t wait for him to do with my breasts whatever he wants to because I love how his hands feel on my body. I am supposed to keep my eyes downcast so his crotch is basically all I can see and it seems his pants are about to burst in the seams. That’s the power a good sub should learn to use – of seduction.

  Marcel has been leaning against a wall and although I can’t see him I’m still mentally linked to his thoughts and reactions. My little private peep-show is affecting him just as well. The kind of response I’m getting from two magnificent Alpha males such as Sam and Marcel would be enough to make any insecure woman feel desirable and attractive. Not being shy in the least is making me almost giddy with triumph. Their desire is so intense it spreads around the room like wakes that envelop me, surround me. It affects to the point my breathing changes becoming heavier, more excited. It seems they can hear my heart beating even though I know they can’t. When I feel Marcel standing behind me I smiled. I knew he wouldn’t be away for too long. He gets closer and runs his hand over my leg. I have no power to control my skin reaction and his touch creates goosebumps all over me. As much as try not to moan at the delicious sensations, a sharp intake of air and subsequent sigh escape from me. I pray Sam won’t hear them.

  “What’s the matter, pet? Am I bothering you?”

  “No, sir! Absolutely not! It’s just that I’m so excited my skin is on fire and I can’t keep quiet,” I manage to reply without raising my tone or eyes just as he had commanded me to do.

  “Is that so, cat? Can I do that to you just by watching?”

  I don’t trust my voice to answer because at this point Marcel’s naughty fingers have climbed up my thighs and are playing with the elastic band of my lacy panties. I just nod.

  “Well tell me exactly how you feel as you undress for me then. What else do I make you feel?”

  I sensuously stretch my arms above my head, swaying my hips as I slowly run my hands over my body before turning around and reaching back for the zipper on the skirt. As I open it, Marcel run his fingers over the soft skin that the movement slowly reveals. This is a little game we love to play.

  “I feel you’re undressing me, sir.”

  The game is describing Marcel’s actions to my Dom as if he were doing to me what my kinky ghost is doing. It’s hot because Sam has no clue what’s really going on. I hear Marcel’s words in my head thanks to our psychic connection.

  I love our late game, Clara. You get turned on, I get a hard-on and Sam gets his ego boosted. Everybody wins.

  “Shut up you conceited prick.”

  His only answer is a wholehearted laughter, which shows me Marcel knows I’m joking.

  “It’s like your hands are on my body, sir. As the cool air touches my bare skin it’s like your fingers are running over my whole body: my back, my ass, and my thighs.”

  I rub my hands up my thighs kneading the flesh until I hook my fingers in the waist of my skirt. I know I’m torturing both men as the skimpy piece of clothing travels over my perfect legs down to the floor taking the lacy panties with it. I see Marcel kneels in front of her and have to steel my body when he places a gentle kiss on my navel inches above my sex. Somehow I manage not to gasp when my knees feel weak with the waves of pleasure radiating from that soft touch.

  “I can feel your hot breath on me, sir. On my belly. On my crotch. On my sex,” I describe to Sam the spots Marcel is kissing and my voice comes out increasingly tighter.

  I turn around again to face Sam but keep looking at the floor and continue with my narrative. I follow his instructions to the letter but wickedly follow my words with my hands.

  “That’s so hot.”

  Sam’s voice comes out through clenched teeth and I guess he’s uncomfortable because he’s fidgety and he’s sporting the most amazing hard-on I’ve ever seen. I rotate my hips as my hands play with my soft skin and my movements seem to hypnotize Sam. Marcel also seems affected but that doesn’t mean he’s paralyzed. On the contrary.

  “I feel your hands on my breasts, sir,” I moan softly and the words sound weak to my own ears.

  It’s because Marcel is playing with my breasts so place my hands over his and we cup my breasts and lift them up. They’re like an offering to him, showing off the perfect globes, making them pop out of the white thin top. I look down to find the brown nipples are two hard pebbles begging Sam to suck them. I bite my lower lip when Marcel sinks his teeth in one. I steal a glance upward to gauge Sam’s reaction in time to see he’s having trouble swallowing judging by the way he runs his tongue over his lips. He looks parched. When I start unhooking the corset Sam barks orders in a hoarse and strangled voice, “Don’t! Leave it on! Lose the top but leave the corset on. I’ve jerked off this afternoon imagining you wearing one and nothing else while I banged you against the wall.”

  I shiver slightly at his tone just as much as at his words. Marcel’s tongue slipping inside my folds, playing with my core also contribute to my excitement. He has been teasing me with light kisses along my navel but his bolder movement caught me off guard. My legs can barely keep me standing.

  “I feel you all over my body, sir. Your hands, your mouth, your tongue. You’re on me, inside me. You’re tasting and teasing me.”

  I don’t need to exercise my imagination as I’m basically describing what Marcel has been doing. All my energy is concentrated on my self-control. I need it to avoid coming in front of my Dom just by describing naughty actions. He wouldn’t accept it.

  However, the wicked ghost seems to have an agenda of his own. I know I’m his favorite Club Desire member because I interact with him in a different level than everyone else and I certainly don’t mind his attentions. He’s very skilled. I just don’t want to get in trouble with Sam. I wouldn’t be able to explain myself.

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  Her Favorite Ghost

  Clara continues her explorations at Club Desire.

  She’s been naughty before but this time Marcel - her kinky ghost lover - might just have ruined everything for her. Can Sam forgive her transgressions? Can Clara put up with the humiliation of being shared with a Mistress however stunning Jenny might be? Or will Clara d
iscover new feelings she had never suspected?

  *** This 6500-word-erotic short is a stand-alone book intended for adults only! It contains graphic language plus steamy, kinky sex scenes involving a ghost, an alpha male, a young Mistress, and a beautiful movie star. Plus, threesomes, foursomes, sex toys, ass play, oral skills, first-time lesbian sex, BDSM, and spanking.***

  Her Favorite Ghost

  SNIPPET

  Copyright 2014 by Liz Gavin

  Published by Elessar Books

  Chapter 1 - Marcel

  At Club Desire

  After cleaning up in the in-suite bathroom, Clara climbs on the bed, slides under the cool silk sheets and stretches out beside me. Her body is still tingling all over, her sex still feels sore and overused and her blood is ringing in her ears. She tries to relax. She needs to take a quick nap; after all the night has just begun.

  I’m sitting beside her and I know she wants to talk about what had just happened. So I prompt her, “Sam got really angry at you but he was right you know. You should do as your Dom says. It doesn’t matter if I am fucking you too. He’s the boss. Besides, he can’t see me so he thinks it’s all your doing.”

  “I didn’t disobey him on purpose, Marcel. I wasn’t defying him or anything, but I know he’s a very resourceful, imaginative Dom. He won’t let me get away with that. I hope.”

  She smiles at me and my knees turn to jelly. I can never resist this gorgeous woman.

  “Ouch! That hurt! I’m a jealous guy you know.”

  “Oh come on my sweet Marcel. You’re gorgeous. Hot. Sexy,” she marks each word with an open mouth kiss across my chest. “You know I love you. But you’re a ghost honey. And Sam’s flesh and blood. Both of you turn me on but in different ways.”

  “Sam is good-looking. I’ll give you that. If I were into guys I’d definitely try something with him when he’s sleeping. You know I can enter people’s dreams, right?”

  “Oh boy! Don’t I know it?”

  She laughs at the memory of the many good times we’ve spent in her dreams. I know that because I can also read minds. But it’s good to talk to somebody when I have the chance and Clara is one of those rare people who can see and hear me as if I were alive.

  “Don’t be jealous. Sam is gorgeous, and sexy as sin. I love his smoking-hot body, his rugged looks, his raspy voice. His commanding, no-nonsense tone when he talks to me. The power he has over my body is unbelievable. Men are usually scared by me being a famous movie star and all. But this guy can make me purr just by raising an eyebrow.”

  “Really? Is that so?”

  I pin her down on the mattress, grab both her hands in one of mine and hold them above her head. The naughty tramp just laughs harder.

  “What took you so long Marcel? I thought I’d have to describe his abilities in more detail to get a reaction from you. You know. Maybe praise his huge, beautiful cock. Or the way he fills my aching sex and twists his shaft inside me until I see stars.”

  I lean down to kiss her and she pretends to fight me, moving her head from side to side laughing. I grab her face with my free hand and silence her with a deep, demanding kiss. I love her full lips, her hot mouth. I bite her lower lip before shoving my tongue inside her mouth. Her laugh becomes moans and she thrusts her hips upwards, trying to lure me into fucking her fast and hard. But we still have time before Sam comes back and I’m in no hurry. I let go of her hands and begin to explore her body. She quivers and sweat breaks over her skin. The sweet smell of her arousal fills the room.

  “Oh I’ll be in so much trouble if Sam finds out I’ve been playing with myself.”

  “I’m playing with you!”

  “Okay but he can’t see you, Marcel. Who’s gonna get the blame?”

  However, the thought of being caught red handed seems too tempting for Clara and a slow smile turns the corners of her full mouth up. She pulls her knees up, opening herself to me, placing them firmly on the mattress. I move my hand down her stomach, around her hips, in slow movements, until I get to her sex. I stop and she gasps and moans and the sounds threaten to consume me.

  “I guess, sweet Clara, you’ll have to pay to see. Or would you rather I stopped?”

  “No, please, don’t stop.”

  I grab her by the hips, holding her in place. I pull her knees down until they touch the silk sheet, exposing her to me. The cool air blows over her sex but it only makes her burn more. She can feel my stubble scrape her inner thighs as I lick her flesh. From her button belly down to her navel. I shower her with light kisses and bite on her without breaking the soft skin. She bucks, arches her back, and tries to shove her sex in my face.

  “Slow down honey. We don’t want it to finish before it begins do we?”

  She only moans in reply and I blow a cold breath on her slick folds and they quiver. It’s a lovely sight. Her juices coat her folds. She looks and smells divine. I run my tongue over my lips and smack them in anticipation. I hold her legs apart and look up at her gorgeous green eyes. They are heavy and dark as a luscious forest. She wants me.

  “Please Marcel don’t torture me like this.”

  I give her my wickedest smile before my tongue invades her. I find her clitoris and sink my teeth on it biting the little hidden nub. She goes crazy clutching at my shoulders and driving her nails in my skin. I lick, bite and suck her sensitive flesh until Clara sees stars behind her closed lids.

  “Oh, my god!”

  I enter her drenched pussy with a long finger as I keep the assault on her clitoris. I crook it and move it along her inner walls. She’s wailing by now. Clara has always been a loud lover. One of the things she needs to control when her Dom tells her to stay quiet. She doesn’t have to do that with me but she bites down her lower lip trying to stifle the sounds because she doesn’t want to be caught just yet. Besides now she’s having second thoughts about disobeying Sam and breaking his rules. After all, he is her Dom at Club Desire and he controls the outcome of her adventures tonight.

  But my body pressing against hers keeps her going. Her body is in overdrive. She can’t take the building tension any more. I move over to straddle Clara. My cock is hard and I have a naughty smile on my face when my hand moves between our bodies to guide my erection into her expecting body. I want to bury myself to the hilt but instead I position only its huge head in her entrance, nudging her.

  I lean down and kiss Clara and she takes advantage of my distraction to wiggle her hips trying to move them upwards and to get me inside her. I laugh and pin both her hands over her head again. My other hand kneads her soft flesh. I cup one breast and then the other. I squeeze them and she gasps at the sensation. I tweak her brown big nipples until she moans, almost choking. The pain and pleasure mix drives her wild. I suck and lick the soft skin on the side of her breast, biting down and leaving a red mark on her.

  “Oh god you’re hot Marcel. More. Give me more. I need your cock inside me. Now.”

  “We’ll get there hungry one. I want to taste you first. It’s your fault for been so delicious.”

  I move my cock a little bit more inside her soaking wet sex. She bucks on the mattress. Opening her legs wider, Clara wraps her long legs around my waist, locks her feet at my back and finds purchase to thrust up against my body, rotating her hips.

  I laugh and kiss her, hard and long. She’s an impatient little thing, but I love that about her. My tongue explores her mouth in rhythm with the stabbing movements of my cock banging her.

  “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

  “You’re a hungry thing Clara.”

  I pinch her nipple and keep on drilling her with my huge cock. I return my attention to her gorgeous large breasts. Sucking one pebbled nipple, I pinch the twin peak. I bite one and scrape the other. Then I slap her tits and Clara feels a bolt of electricity connecting her breasts to her hardened clitoris. Our psychic links allows us to feel each other’s sensations. It’s kinky but-oh-so-hot. It seems my desire fuels Clara’s just as much as her reactions to my touch enhances m
y pleasure. She closes her eyes and tries to shout but the sound comes out of her throat as a weak croak.

  “Look at me!”

  I stop moving altogether when she squeezes them shut harder instead of looking at me.

  “Look into my eyes or I swear I’ll leave you to take care of business by yourself.”

  Clara does as she’s told and looks into my almost black eyes shining above her face as if she wants to dive in their depth. Forever.

  While shoving my cock in and out of her tight channel, I reach down to find her soaking wet folds. I press one cold finger against her clitoris in a sharp contrast to the friction of my cock moving inside her. Goosebumps raising her body hair, the feathery touch travels through her body and ignites her insides once more.

  “I can’t take this, Marcel. Please. Fuck me harder. I need you. Now.”

  “Soon.”

  The delicious tension continues to build. Her flesh tremble as I flick her clitoris and trust so deep I hit her cervix. I release her hands to reach for her ass. I split the round cheeks and invade her little hole with a long finger quickly establishing a rhythm that mimes my cock hammering her sex.

  Gripping the sheets, she throws her head back and lifts her hips up to meet mine. Her movements denounce her urgency. Clara’s practically sobbing now and her sweat drenches the bedsheets.

  I cover the side of her face with my large hand and run my thumb over her full lower lip before pushing it inside her mouth. I smile when she realizes she can taste her essence on my finger.

  “Marcel that’s too much. I can’t hold it any longer.”

  “It’s okay babe. I’m close now.”

  I taste her mouth again in a deep, sensuous kiss as I explode inside her. The hot jets hit her womb and that sends her over the edge too. She closes her eyes in ecstasy as her body trembles under me, her tight walls quiver around my erection. I concentrate to pick her thoughts and am not surprised that, for a moment, Clara thinks her soul is floating out of her body, hovering over the bed. She can see herself entangled in my possessive embrace. My cock’s still cradled inside her body. It’s a hot image. She has been through so many intense emotions since she arrived at Club Desire that they star to take their toll. Everything goes black and she passes out.