My Kinky Valentine: Volume 2 - In Spirit

by Liz Gavin

  I look at the bodyguards. Three sit across from me while the other one sits across from the door on my right. Although they’re not looking at me, they have been trained to sense whatever is going on around them. So, I control the urge to play with myself to lessen the pressure building in my inner walls. Instead, I go for the second best option in this situation. I cross my legs and squeeze them tightly together. Some useful Kegel exercises, contracting and relaxing my pelvic floor muscles, may do the trick. I sigh softly and keep looking out of the window, pretending to study the view of my birth town. Even though the tension eases off a little, I feel like a sex time-bomb which can go off at any time and with very little provocation.

  Thankfully, I notice we are cruising down the hotel street seconds before the car stops pulls up in front of it and we hear Rob’s voice over the intercom.

  “Here we are, madam.”

  “Thank you, Rob.”

  Jerry and the others climb out of the limo first and check the street before one of them opens the hotel door for me. Jerry stretches his hand to help me out of the back seat. I grab it and smile at him.

  “Thank you, Jerry.”

  I’ll stay in my usual penthouse suite while they will sleep in a room on some other floor. But I’m sure they’ll keep an eye on my door and the hotel lobby like hawks.

  When Jerry hands me the keycard to my suite, I yawn and march to the elevators. Pretending to be a little groggy, when we all board the elevator, I turn to Jerry and say, “Guys, I’m beat. I’m sure you are, too. We woke up too early. I’m heading straight to bed for a nap before I go out into town. Is that okay with you?”

  “Yes, that’s fine. But we need to check the suite before you go in, Miss Hervaux.”

  I nod and stand in the corridor as they do it.

  “It’s all clear, madam. You can go in. If you need us, just call our room.”

  “Absolutely. Thanks. Goodbye.”

  I close my door but use the peephole to check if they all take the elevator. When they do, I get out of my room and run down the emergency stairs. I go out of the hotel through a side door and walk the short distance to Royal Street. When I stop in front of the art gallery I’m breathless and anxious to go inside and meet Marcel - my favorite ghost.

  I enter the gallery and cross it quickly to the backdoor, avoiding the few customers inside the store, hiding the celebrity from them. I knock hard on the heavy wooden door and shift my weight because it’s almost impossible to stand still. There’s too much going on down my body right now. Too much pressure building down there, the metal balls and the run from the hotel did the trick. I’m dying to fuck somebody. Anybody.

  As if she had heard my thoughts, the club hostess opens the door halfway and my knees go weak. Jenny is standing in front of me, smiling that dimpled, irresistible smile of hers. Looking at her sinful mouth, I remember the first time my Dom invited her to play with us here at Club Desire. These damn balls are not helping, either. I moan and her smile broadens. She looks wicked but I can’t say I don’t like it. I smile back.

  “Hello, Jenny. Long time no see.”

  “Hi, Miss Hervaux, it’s been a year. Please, come in.”

  She invites me in but doesn’t move away, which means I need to brush against her leather-clad body to step across the threshold. Sparks fly at once and I’m happy to hear Jenny hissing. She’s sure as much happy to see me as I am to see her. The naughty little temptress bends over the table to check her tablet and confirm my reservation. The sensual pose leaves her round buttocks on display for me. I curl my hands into balls, keeping them close to my thighs, to avoid reaching out and grabbing her perfect behind.

  “You’ve booked your usual suite but there isn’t a request for anybody in to attend to your needs, madam. Who do you want me to send for you?”

  “Nobody.”

  Disappointment is evident in her expression when Jenny turns around to face me again. I see she swallows hard.

  “Very well, madam. Follow me, please.”

  Although I know my way around Club Desire quite well, it is the standard procedure for the stunning hostesses to greet and show guests to their rooms. There are many young women working at the Club as hostesses and Jenny happens to be my favorite one. She climbs the stairs ahead of me and her red skirt is so short I can see the curve of her bottom peeping out at me. My mouth dries out and the Ben Wa balls clicking inside me make my body beg for release. I’ve had sex with only one woman in my life – gorgeous Jenny. The memories of that wild day at Club Desire come rushing to my head and I swallow hard and concentrate on climbing the stairs behind that tempting body of hers.

  At the suite doorway, Jenny repeats that little trick again of standing in the way to force our bodies to rub against each other. It’s the last straw. I forget the solid reasons I’ve been reminding myself why I shouldn’t touch her. I pin her short body to the closed door and smash her mouth with mine. I bite her lower lip as she runs her hands up my thighs to grab my buttocks and pull me closer to her. I grind my drenched crotch against her soft stomach. I had forgotten how short Jenny is, even in those impossibly high heels she always wears.

  “I missed you, madam.”

  “I missed you, too, Clara.”

  We laugh as I rest my forehead on hers, and we both regain some much needed control. She had played Domme the first time we had sex at Club Desire and we’ve always joked about it since then.

  “Sorry, Jenny, I’m not here for you, or Sam, or anyone else.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that, Clara,” her warm hands caress my back up until they stop on my shoulders. “I had hoped we would have some fun.”

  “Well, if you have a little time to spare,” I lift her tight dress up and my fingertips find the hot skin beneath it. “We can have some fun for old times’ sake. What do you say?”

  “I do need to go back soon. Let’s make it quick, then.”

  She moves her hands along my body as she speaks and I have to laugh at her boldness. She cups my breasts, making them spill out of my top, before I can say anything. She squeezes them together and kisses each top, never leaving my eyes.

  “I love them, you know.”

  Having trouble to find my voice, I nod in reply. Jenny chuckles at the evidence of my mental state, grabs my waist and spins me around to face the closed door. She’s in control again and I sigh in relief. At Club Desire, that’s how I prefer things to be.

  Jenny’s hands keep exploring my body, leaving my breasts, moving down my front, she splays them on my belly. Pulling me against her, she spreads my legs apart with one of hers. When her wicked palm finds my soaking panties and cups me over the thin lacy material, I throw my head back and whimper.

  “Miss Hervaux, what have we here? I dare say you seem happy to see me,” Jenny’s hot tongue inside my ear makes me shiver under her touch.

  “I am.”

  To my own ears, my voice sounds strange, distant. I can barely hear it because I feel like I’m drowning in the sensations she arouses in me. My inner walls have been throbbing since I left the hotel. Now they are quivering and I know a big climax is not far away.

  “I can feel your body’s spasms under my hand. It’s so hot, Clara,” Jenny whispers as she moves my panties to one side and inserts her slender finger in me. She finds out why my body is at the breaking point. “Hmm, somebody’s been very naughty!” She cups me again, pressing lightly and I squirm, moaning again. “How long have you had them in, sweetie?”

  “I don’t know. For a couple of hours or so,” my voice is throaty because I have difficulty breathing. I grind myself against her body. “I need release, Jenny.”

  “I know you do. It’s about time you got them out.”

  She pulls my head down and kisses me as she walks us both away from the door and towards the huge colonial-style bed. I love this room and its old-fashioned décor although I don’t see any of that now. She pushes me to lie on my back and, as I fall on the bed, I pull her over me. We keep kissing, devour
ing each other’s mouths, and Jenny moves her knee between my legs. As her soft tongue caresses mine, her hands knead my breasts. I whimper against her cheek. She moans when her hand moves slowly down to my navel and my throbbing sex. Her long fingers play with my body before they press on my clitoris. The exquisite sensations spreading from the hard nub take my breath away. I writhe on the bed, throw my head back and beg for mercy.

  “Jenny, please, I need to come!”

  “Your wish is my command, gorgeous.”

  Without a warning sign, Jenny pulls the chain that link the little metal balls and they come out of me in one fluid, quick motion. The orgasm that hits me then is so intense, so overwhelming, I think I pass out for some moments. My body trembles from head to toes. My legs quiver. My throat is dry. I move my head from side to side, open my mouth to speak, but no sound words come out. My eyes are unfocused so I close them, which makes the sensations ever stronger.

  “You are a vision when you climax, Clara.”

  Although Jenny’s voice sounds far away, I feel her hands cupping my cheeks, her thumbs rubbing my lips, before her mouth covers mine in a sweet kiss. Gradually, I return to Earth from whatever stretch of Heaven she has taken me to and stare into her beautiful blue eyes, smiling at the gorgeous hostess.

  “Thank you, Jenny. I needed that. I owe you one.”

  “You’re welcome but this one is one me. Happy Halloween, sweet Clara!”

  As I drift into sleep, I hear the door closing behind her. The satisfied smile playing on my lips becomes a naughty one when I realize I will finally meet Marcel again.

  I have been so eager to get to club Desire for my Halloween celebration. At last, I can sleep and meet Marcel. Being a ghost, who’s been cursed to stay in this house for all eternity, makes it hard for him to meet me any other way. I can see and talk to him even though most people can’t do so. While some people just sense an eerie energy when he’s around, anybody staying at Club Desire will be able to interact with him if he decides to visit them in their dreams.

  Here he comes now, gorgeous and dandy as always. I reach my hands out to him. He grabs them, pulls them up and kisses both.

  “I’ve missed you terribly, my beautiful Clara. Why did you stay away for so long?”

  “Business. Work. Nothing important.”

  I smile, he laughs and, putting an arm around my shoulders, guides me to a nice spot under some shady trees. He has brought a picnic basket and the contents are all placed over a blanket facing a calm lake.

  “I love this spot, Clara. Thank you for bringing me here. I can visit people in their dreams but I don’t control the circumstances.”

  “I’m glad you like it, Marcel. It’s the lake near the house where I grew up. I love it, too.”

  I hold his face between my hands and pull him for a kiss. He takes his time playing with me, running the tip of his tongue over my lips, teasing me. He bites the corner of my mouth and I tug at his hair.

  “You are impatient, aren’t you? I had to wait a whole year to hold you in my arms again. Can’t I play with your sweet mouth a little?”

  I chuckle and let go of his hair, grabbing his shoulders, instead. I run my hands down his back until I reach his rear end and pull his body against mine. I giggle when his steel hard erection pokes my crotch.

  “If you can wait, so can I.”

  Giving up the teasing game, Marcel kisses me with renewed passion. I open my lips to invite him in and he plunders my mouth. His tongue finds mine and we wrestle for control until I surrender it to him, molding my body to his and lacing my arms behind his neck. He grabs my buttocks, pulls me closer, rubbing his body against mine, mimicking the sexual act. I moan and he releases my mouth. His breathing is ragged in my ear.

  “It turns out I cannot wait, after all,” he laughs at his own self-deprecating joke. “I’d rather not make love to you in your dream again. We can do it any time of the year. Tonight is Halloween, Clara. Let’s celebrate it more accordingly, shall we?”

  “Yes, of course! That’s why I came here. Halloween is the only night when you can take on physical form and exist in my world. I wouldn’t miss it, sweetie.”

  When I wake up on the huge bed at Club Desire, Marcel is lying on his side, looking down at me. His head rests on one hand while he caresses my skin with the other.

  “Hello, there.”

  “Hi, Marcel.”

  Cupping his cheek with my hand, I run my thumb over his lower lip and he smiles, closing his eyes to better savor the sensations.

  “God, it’s so good to be able to feel you touching me like this, Clara.”

  “It’s not the same when you’re a ghost for me, either. I can see and talk to you. I can feel you, but it’s more like a feathery touch, a brush of a silky cloth, or something like that. On Halloween, it’s different. I can feel you, your flesh. It always amazes me.”

  He bends down and caresses my neck with his open lips. I throw my head back, giving him better access to the ivory column, and he finds a very sensitive spot. First, he licks it; then, he sucks hard on it. Jolts of energy travel straight down my body, concentrating in my already scorching hot flesh.

  “Oh, Marcel, you are unbelievable.”

  “Haunting a sex club does give me some advantage. I’ve picked up on a trick or two over the last hundred years.”

  “More like a thousand or more tricks,” I chuckle but lose my thread of thought when his expert hand finds my sex.

  “What happened, Clara? Did you play with yourself before I arrived?”

  I actually blush and avoid his eyes.

  “Come on, sweetie. You know I can’t afford to be jealous or to be your master. I’m just curious. I can’t claim ownership over your body. You’re free to have sex with whoever you choose. I won’t punish you for that.”

  “I was eager to get here. You’ve been the only one in my mind for the last couple of weeks, Marcel. I haven’t felt like having sex with anyone; not even Henry.”

  “Who’s this?”

  “My personal assistant and current lover. You know I don’t date.”

  “Because you don’t want to date.”

  I shrug at his comment and smile, “On the plane, coming here, I decided to use my brand-new Ben Wa balls. Unfortunately, New Orleans traffic delayed us and it took me forever to get to Club Desire.”

  Marcel starts kissing my breasts while I speak and I have to concentrate to finish the story, “I had to run half the way from the hotel down here to avoid my bodyguards finding me.”

  “Bodyguards?”

  “That’s a long story better left for later.”

  I wouldn’t be able to get into that while his hot lips find my hard nipple and he rolls it over his tongue.

  “I imagine you were a mess by the time you came to the club,” he speaks with his mouth full of my own flesh. It’s so sexy I squirm and moan.

  “Absolutely,” I manage to speak. “Then Jenny greeted me at the door and brought me up here. It was too much temptation,” I wince, hissing between gritted teeth when his finger circles my clitoris and he taps on it.

  “Did she take care of you like this?”

  Marcel inserts two fingers inside me, stretching my slippery flesh. When he finds my sweet spot and presses hard on it, I can’t breathe. My voice is hoarse when I answer him.

  “Not quite like that, no. Oh, Marcel, it feels great. Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t. I’m just starting.”

  He moves over me, straddling my hips, kissing the top of my nose. His fingers never leave me. He synchronizes the movements of his tongue as he licks the soft skin of my breasts with the stabbing movements of his fingers in and out of my trembling flesh. I go wild. My hands fist in his hair, I close my eyes and shout.

  “Marcel, stop teasing me. Just take me. Now!”

  “Patience, love. We’ll get there.”

  I scratch his back in response but only receive a wicked smile in return. He keeps the slow rhythm of his fingers. When his teeth c
lose around my hard nipple, I trust my hips. He slaps my sex and bites my breast at the same time.

  “Naughty Clara!”

  I run my hands down his back until I reach his hard buttocks, which I grab in response. It’s his turn to hiss when I part his cheeks and tease him with the tip of my index finger. He spreads my thighs with his, kneels up between my legs, and I can’t reach him anymore. He looks at me - from my disheveled red curls covering the pillows, down past my heaving breasts, until his gaze reaches my wet curls. It feels like his touching me with his fingers instead of his eyes. He grabs my ankles and folds my legs until my feet reach my thighs, holding me in place as he keeps staring, analyzing my contracting folds. I don’t mind the exposure, though. I feel moisture pooling inside me, threatening to overflow. The more he stares, the more my body reacts, and the more difficult it is for me to breathe.

  “Oh, god, Marcel, I swear you can make me climax just by staring at me like that.”

  I squirm and fist the silk sheets in my hands. He lifts his gaze back to my eyes in the same slow, languish movement and the contractions intensify inside me. His shaft is also in full alert. I see it twitching and I know he’s suffering as much as I am. Good. I lick my dry lips without taking my eyes off of his engorged member.

  “Please, Marcel, let me taste you. I want you, so badly.”

  “And I, you, my precious. Your body seems to beckon me to feast on you. I also want to bury myself in you and make love to you until we are both so spent we cannot move. I have an idea to solve this little dilemma.”