Share The
Night
By
Pauline
Author's
Note: This is a follow up to 'Retribution' – contains sexually explicit
material
Lee Crane paused
with his hand on the wooden gate; the white weather board house was in need of
a fresh coat of paint and some TLC. The
Real Estate agent had told him that the property had been empty since the death
of its owner. Pushing open the gate he
walked towards the door. A sudden gust
of wind made the fallen Autumn leaves swirl around his feet. He couldn’t help
smiling. It was one of his favourite seasons.
He unlocked his
new rental and stepped inside. After recent events Lee was no-longer happy
in his apartment. He’d never really
thought of
***
Half an hour later
Lee put the dirty dishes into the sink and took his beer into the garden. A veranda ran the width of the rear of the
house. Several months of neglect had taken
its toll, and like the house, the garden needed attention. He followed the overgrown path down the
garden to the boundary. A trail led down
to the rocky coastline and beach. This
was not part of the property, but was a very welcome bonus. He could smell the sea from here, and see the
Lighthouse on the point. Tomorrow he
would explore further. He would also
need to drive into town to stock up on supplies.
Since Jamieson had
read him the riot act; until his shoulder and arm had completely healed; the
CMO had put him on medical leave, along with a referral for some physical
therapy at the
Slightly chilled,
he started back towards the house. It
was strange, but he'd felt instantly at home here. Collecting his things from where he had left
them, he made his way up stairs.
The master bedroom ran the full length of one side of the house. With French doors opening out onto the veranda at the back. The room was dominated by a large wrought-iron four poster bed with a patchwork quilt bedspread in rich autumn colours that matched the polished wood floor. There was also a traditional maple fire place that added welcome ambience to the room. Just to the side was a large copper bin fully stocked with kindling and wood logs. He had a roaring fire in no time and headed to the bathroom down the hall to take a long restful soak before making it an early night.
Chapter 2
Lee sat up in bed in
a cold sweat, his heart racing. The overwhelming urge to run subsided as
slowly his surrounding registered and he remembered where he was. Another damn
nightmare! Jamieson had warned him that it would be normal for the dreams to continue awhile.
Throwing back the
covers he swung his legs out and sat on the side of the bed and reached for his
robe which lay across the foot of the bed.
The house was almost eerily silent.
The night was cool and he moved to the fireplace. The fire he’d lit earlier was almost
out. Picking up the poker he stirred the
embers back to life and added more wood to the fire.
The warm glow of
the fire soon made him feel better.
Although he was alone here, without the support of Jamie and his
friends, for the first time in months he felt that he was regaining control of
his life. The sooner things got back to
normal, the better. If it was possible
for things to return to normal after what Rosjohn had done. Don’t go
there, he told himself. Concentrate on
the future and finding a new home. Chip
Morton, his friend and Exec, could not understand why he wanted to buy a house
here, so far from
He felt his eyes begin to drift shut, and decided that he should try and get some sleep. Placing the guard in front of the fire, he returned to the large bed and turned off the bedside lamp.
Chapter 3
Crane pulled onto
the curb beside the house with a ‘for sale’ sign in the front. He’d already arranged to view the
property. The clapboard exterior of the
detached, single storey house was appealing, painted in a pale green with white
doors and windows. As Lee approached the
porch the door opened
“Hello, I’m Bill
Walden from Westgate Properties,” the man greeted.
“Lee Crane,” Lee
replied, accepting the outstretched hand.
“This cottage
style property has three bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, kitchen, dining room and a family room sited at the rear with a view of
the garden,”
From the small
lobby the agent led the way, opening a door on the left. “This is the first bedroom, twelve feet by
thirteen feet with bay window and walk in wardrobe/dressing room.”
"I don't really
need all the bedrooms but this would be good as a den."
The first bathroom
was across from the bedroom, and the rest of the ground floor was an open plan,
with the kitchen, dining area and living room sharing a central fireplace.
Upstairs in the eaves there were another two bedrooms and the second bathroom.
"What do you
think?"Walden asked after the tour.
"Well, I like
the bottom floor, not so keen on the rest of it."
"I see…well,
there is another property…."
***
It had been a
fruitless morning spent viewing properties, none of which had been what he was
looking for. The first one had been too
big, and the second, with half of the space taken by a double garage, too
small. Realising that he was hungry, Lee
decided to stop at Crab Rock for lunch.
Pulling into the
parking lot of the Crow's Nest Restaurant, he found the restaurant perched on top
of clay cliffs overlooking a sandy beach. Inside the two storey whitewashed building
there were bare brick walls and natural
wood. Lee took a beach view table. On the menu were traditional
Finished with his meal
an hour later, he wondered if the lighthouse was
open to the public. A lot of lighthouses
had been automated in recent years.
Leaving the car in the parking lot, he walked down the sloping trail toward
the beach and the lighthouse further out
on the spit of rock offshore. The spit was easily accessible by foot at low tide, but almost impossible
during high tide, despite the rocky causeway. Slippery enough when wet, a wave
could easily sweep someone into the water, and strong cross currents made swimming
difficult.
It was a sunny 62 degrees, and he could hear the
waves crashing onto the rock. The Atlantic waters were cold
this time of year. This must be a
fascinating place, if a little bleak when the ocean vented it’s might against
the shorelines. Damn, he was getting homesick for
Seaview...
However the
terrain took his mind off her momentarilty, so dramatic and picturesque. As he neared the causeway he caught sight of
someone with a camera taking pictures of the lighthouse. Curious, he stood watching, it seemed that he
was not the only one interested in the lighthouse..
***
A lone woman, her
blond hair whipped by the breeze, was snapping pictures of the lighthouse when
Lee approached and startled her into almost
dropping the camera.
“Sorry, I hope I
didn’t frighten you.”
“Lee Crane.”
“Elizabeth Parish,
pleased to meet you.”
“Are you
interested in lighthouses in general or just this one?”
“This one, most
definitely. It's supposed to be haunted.
I’m a Parapsychologist. This is my job. I'm investigating one Kristian Pantera, pirate.
His ship sank just out there in 1878,” she gestured towards the ocean.
“Really, and do
you believe it’s haunted?”
“No, I don’t believe in ghosts. Most hauntings can be explained by more
earthly phenomenon. What about you?”
“I’m interested in
anything to do with the sea, " he smiled, " She's enticing, yet
destructive when she's in the mood.”
“Sounds like
you’re speaking from experience.”
“Yeah, I guess I
am.” His gaze turned seaward as his
thoughts returned to Seaview.
“Do you live
around here?”
Smiling, he turned
back to her. “No, but I am hoping to buy a property here.”
“Is that why
you’re looking for a property here – to be near the sea?” she asked.
“Something like
that.”
Almost
unconsciously,
“I’d love to,
thank you.”
Chapter 4
Lee had spent the
whole afternoon at the lighthouse.
Returning to
Harbour Reach and his own temporary home, he took the bag of groceries that he
had purchased on the way back, through to the kitchen and rummaged inside for
the coffee. His first day here had flown
by and he hoped that the rest of his sick leave would pass as quickly.
Later that night, after
attending to the fire in his rental, he returned to the kitchen to cook himself
a steak with mushrooms, baked potatoes and salad with the groceries he'd
purchased on the way home. His mother
had taught him to cook, since he was old enough to use a knife without losing a
finger. She had said that she did not
want him turning into a helpless male, who couldn’t even boil an egg. He could remember helping her make cookies, he
eat them nearly as soon as they came out of the oven. The memory made him smile. He really should make time to visit her
before he returned to
Chapter 5
This was not the
usual dark rambling building that was usually associated with ghosts. But many lighthouses were reputed to be
haunted, and she hoped to investigate more of them in the future. Tomorrow she had arranged an interview with
Joe Langham, the last of this lighthouse's keeper, retired. Now that there were very few visitors, apart
from the maintenance crews, the pirate had the place to himself.
Realising that she
was not taking in what she was reading, she closed the book and placed it under
the pillow. From a young age she had
been interested in ghosts and old buildings.
She still enjoyed a good ghost story or creepy film. Opening the nightstand drawer, she took out
the leather jewellery case, and took out the six inch flexible sex toy. It was the first toy that she had ever bought;
she had never even considered buying one before, but after the breakup with her
last boyfriend, she missed the great sex they had enjoyed together, and although
the vibrator could not replace the real thing, it had helped to relieve the
frustration. Smiling to herself, she
quickly undressed, pulled on her nightgown and slipped into bed. Smearing a drop of lubricant onto the tip of
the vibrator, she lay on her back and inserted it between the lips of her
labia, slowly applying pressure until the pulsing head penetrated and sank into
her opening.
Switching on the
light, she got up, pulled on her robe and headed down the stairs to check the
lower levels, sure that she had locked the heavy exterior door that was the
only entrance into the lighthouse. Not to
mention the surrounding cliffs that would be perilous to climb in the dark. It
would be very difficult for anyone intent on breaking in.
It was approaching
midnight when Tomorrow she would check her instruments
to see if they had recorded anything.
Settling down
again, she decided that she may as well try and sleep for a few hours. The room was silent; the thick walls
insulated it from the outside. But the
un-natural silence made her nervous. She
could not shake off the feeling that she was being watched. Added to which, the
total darkness was almost oppressive.
The tiny slit windows did not allow much light in from the outside. She was suddenly very aware that she was
alone and cut off until low tide. Get a grip, she told herself
sternly. This was her first night here,
if she carried on like this, she would be totally insane by the end of her
stay.
Chapter 6
Lee relaxed in a
chair beside the fire, listening to the cracking and hiss of the wood as it
burnt. Despite his protest to Jamieson
that he’d go crazy with nothing to do, he was actually enjoying the peace and
quiet of Harbour Reach. Although he was
a little apprehensive about his first therapy session tomorrow - If it were not
for the fact that he needed Jamieson to pass him fit for duty, he would cancel
the appointment.
That thought took
his mind back
While he couldn’t
condone what Chip had done, he was grateful nevertheless. It helped to
know that Rosjohn was no-longer a threat that he did not have to keep looking
over his shoulder, wondering when the next attack would come.
Now he needed to
get on with his life. He could not
remember the last time he’d taken a real break.
Now having had this leave forced on him, he had needed to get away and
so had chosen to spend it here. Which
reminded him of the property details the agent had given him. He must have left
them in the kitchen table when he’d unpacked the groceries.
Finding that there
was some coffee left in the peculator, Lee poured himself a mug and was about
to take it , along with the prospectus from Westgate Properties, back to the
comfort of the fireside, when a light from a ship out at sea caught his
attention. Curiosity aroused, he stood
for a moment watching through the window, wondering what type of ship it
was. Of course it was impossible to
identify anything in the dark. Still he
could not resist opening the door and following the path down the garden to the
gate. The ship did not appear to be
moving, it must be at anchor for the night.
Glancing across to
the lighthouse, he could see its powerful beam of light reaching into the
darkness. There was something almost
spellbinding about the night. He stood,
oblivious of the cold damp creeping from the sea. He could hear the soothing sound of the
ocean, and smell the salt on the air.
The moon was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds. As it emerged from behind a cloud, its silver
light reflected off the water and he caught sight of a second ship, much closer
to shore. Get a grip, Crane! There's no
such craft in service now! But the square rigger,
her sails illuminated by the moon was far too
close to the rocks. Hadn't her crew seen the
lighthouse? Then Lee realised that he could no-longer see the lighthouse –
That was impossible! He was about to
return to the house and call the Coast Guard; but the ship had vanished, the
lighthouse was where it had always been; it’s powerful bean sweeping across the
water. Lee shook his head; too much
coffee and not enough sleep, combined with jet lag,was making his over active
imagination play ticks on him.
Chapter 7
Lee pulled on his
coat and picked up the car keys. He had
his first appointment with the Physical Therapist this morning. He didn’t enjoy the thought of being treated
by someone he did not know but it was a
necessary evil .
The morning was
crisp and bright and he quickly entered the driver’s seat, closing the door
hastily to cut off the blast of cold air entering the car. A few more weeks would see the start of the
skiing season. That was one thing he
would not be doing this visit. But it
was still good to be here in the fall, with the trees ablaze with colour. Starting the engine, he turned up the heater
before pulling away and heading for town.
Afterwards, he had
to admit his shoulder did feel a bit better. However, the therapist had warned him that it
would probably feel badly again, before it got
better. As they'd spoken he'd been
warned that Skiing was not going to be an option regardless of how well he
might find himself feeling later in the season.
Deciding to visit
the real estate office, with the thought that the short walk would do him good,
he stopped outside a café, attracted by
the aroma of coffee. He was about to
enter when he recognised the blond woman coming toward him. “Well hello,
again,” he smiled.
“Hi, there,”
“Would you like to
join me for a coffee?"
“I’d love to, thank you.”
“Great.” He opened the door t the café and waited for
her to enter before following her in.
“So how is your
investigation going?”
“Ghost or not,
it's certainly spooky there."
“Did something
happen?”
Lee looked up from
his coffee. “But you didn’t see anything?” he prompted.
“No, I know it
sounds silly. I’m supposed to be a level
headed scientist.”
Lee didn’t dare
tell her that he knew from personal experience that anything was possible.
“Well, don’t worry. I won’t tell
any-one.” He promised. He certainly
wasn’t ready to tell her about his own experience last night.
“Not very well. I haven’t found anything suitable yet. I am viewing a property in
“Maybe another
time,”
“Sounds like a lot
of paperwork,” Lee knew what that was like.
As Captain of Seaview, he had his fare share of paperwork. “Sure you
wouldn’t rather spend the afternoon playing hooky?” he suggested.
“Any time.”
Chapter 8
The French style
pink and white stone building was nestled amongst trees in the beautiful mountain
landscape of
The interior of
the house was certainly elegant, with vaulted ceilings. The master bedroom had a plush en-suite with
shower and bathtub. The property also
boasted a gourmet kitchen with breakfast room and bay seating area overlooking
the secluded back yard.
“Over two
thousand, three hundred square feet of space,” the real estate agent told him.
Lee nodded. It had a lot going for it, the location was
quiet and secluded, but it did not feel like a home. More importantly, it wasn’t near the ocean.
Chapter 9
Unable to get
The lighthouse
drew him like a magnet; he watched its beam sweeping across the water, reaching
out into the night. How many times had
he stood in the conning tower, while Seaview moved silently through the
night? For the moment this was as close
as he could get to that. Lee shivered. With
the engine off, the cold was starting to permeate the car and the windshield
was starting to mist over. Turning the
key in the ignition, he started the engine and turned on the headlight before
backing out and heading for his rental.
***
For a long time
Lee lay awake listening to the sound of the ocean. He was finding it difficult getting used to
the house being so quiet. Seaview was
never quiet; there was always the thrum of the engines and the gentle hum of
the air conditioning. He debated whether
to get up and go down stairs for a nightcap, but the house was cold and the
fire was almost out; he was reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed.
Closing his eyes,
his mind returned to
Outside, the wind
was picking up, howling through the branches of the trees and whipping up the
waves, driving them against the cliffs.
It would be impossible to get to the lighthouse with waves crashing over
the rocks.
Chapter 10
The sounds of
heavy footfalls on the stairs made her sit upright, listening.
*“Silenco, yo no
se lastimar le,” a male voice whispered and the hold on her wrist loosened.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” she demanded to
know as she struggled to free herself from the invisible hold.
*“Mi nombre es Pantera, en su seńorita de servicio.".”
She did not
understand, but picked up the name Pantera; was this really the ghost of the
pirate? “I don’t know what you want; I
do not speak your language.”
*“Quiero que ustedes, seńorita, hará que lenta, sensual amor a usted.”
He whispered seductively and
his hand moved up her arm to touch her throat.
“Nooo,”
She was sure that she
hadn’t imagined it – had she? Or was she
going crazy? Maybe there were ghosts
after all. Slowly, as she began to
regain her wits, she realised that she should record the visitation while it
was still fresh in her mind.
***
Pantera stood on the rocks watching the clouds gather. There was a storm brewing; the wind was
already increasing in strength and the waves smashed over the rocks with
growing strength. It was on such a night
that his ship, when his ship had been lured onto the rocks by the British Navy,
where she had broken apart before they had been able to refloat her on the
incoming tide. He and all his crew had
perished in the cold angry water. There
had been no lighthouse here then. Ever
since that fateful night, he had been doomed to walk these shores alone for
eternity.
He shook his head sadly, he hadn’t wanted to frighten her, but the
sight of a beautiful nubile woman stirred long forgotten desires in him. It had been so long! He had forgotten just how much he’d enjoyed
the pleasures of being inside a woman’s body.
Being a ghost didn’t help; most people could not see or hear him, and
those that could either refused to believe, or ran away screaming.
Blast it! How much longer must
he endure this lonely existence? How
could he ever hope to win a woman’s heart?
The pirate looked up at the blackening sky that reflected his own inner
frustration, and sighed. His body
yearned for the physical excitement of being joined with a woman, for the feel
of her body enclosing him, hot and moist contracting around his rampant member. He groaned, his energy was waning, he must
return to his watery grave – but he would return for the beautiful senorita.
Chapter 11
Vaguely aware of a
dull headache, Lee opened his eyes and glanced at the clock – 08.00. Sitting up he ran a hand through his curly
black hair; it had been awhile since his last haircut.
He was almost
tempted to close his eyes and go back to sleep.
After all, he didn’t have anything planned, and he couldn’t remember the
last time he’d had nothing to do. He
wondered what
Forcing himself to
get up, he shivered and pulled on his robe before heading for the
bathroom.
***
After a second cup
of coffee, Lee felt more able to tackle the day. The bright
sunny morning was more than welcome after last night's storm. Leaving the house by the back door, he walked
down the path to the gate, finding some of the plants had entwined themselves
around it; but it opened after a few strong tugs. Closing it behind him, he made his way along
the trail that led down to the small cove.
Steps had been cut into the cliffs, giving access to the beach. They were steep, but manageable with caution. The last thing he needed was an accident to
put him back to square one.
Reaching the
beach, he paused, taking in the warm sun and soft sea breeze scented with salt while
he listened to the sound of the waves breaking on the beach. He sorely missed Seaview, especially the scuba
diving, which he did at every opportunity.
He wondered if he could at least go swimming. It should be excellent
exercise for his arm and shoulder. But
at these temperatures hypothermia was a real danger. Maybe he should look for a
house with a heated pool, and then he could swim whenever he wanted.
Squinting against
the bright sunlight, he looked towards the lighthouse in the distance. He couldn’t seem to get
***
The disturbing
occurrences of the previous night made
***
The centre of town was relatively small, catering mostly for the tourist
trade.
Moving on, she
headed for the drug store where she turned in the film to be developed and pick
up the pictures that had been. Would the
film have anything to substantiate her physical experience? In the light of day, she was feeling much
calmer and rational – but still not sure about just what had happened last
night.
***
He certainly is handsome.
“Morning, I was
beginning to worry," he smiled.
“I had to pick up some supplies."
“Here, let me help you with that.”
“Thanks,” she handed him the box.
“So, to what do I owe this visit?”
She asked, leading the way across the causeway to the lighthouse.
“I thought I would stop by and check that you were okay. Besides, I was curious to know if anything
happened last night.”
“Where do you want this?” he asked.
“Just put them on the worktop,” she said, indicating the small galley
kitchen. “Would you like a coffee?”
“I love one, thank you.”
“Great,” he smiled, leaning against the cupboard, watching her.
There was something about that boyish smile that made him look almost
vulnerable. She speculated that he had a
lot of women chasing after him, but obviously had not let any of them catch
him. “Black, two sugars, right?” she
asked opening the cupboard and taking out two mugs.
“You remembered.”
“It hasn’t been that long,”
***
They both studied the photograph
“Well, there is no denying that there is something there,” Lee said at
last. “It looks like you may have
captured a real ghost.”
“You’ve gone very pale. Are you okay?”
Lee asked.
“No, not really,” her hands were shaking and she felt a chilly run down
her spine.
“What it is? What’s wrong?” Lee frowned with concern and reached out to
take her hand. “You’re shaking.”
“What did he say?”
"Pantera?" Lee
moved closer and put a comforting arm around her. “It’s okay, I won’t let anything happen to
you. Why don’t you have dinner out with me tonight? Then if you’d like, I could come back here to
stay with you overnight. Seems to have more than enough room for a
houseguest."
Chapter
12
It was late when they returned to the lighthouse after dinner.
“I’ll check the other levels,” he said before disappearing up the
stairs.
“All clear - there’s no sign of any intruder, ghost or otherwise."
“Thank you for doing this. Are
the sure you don’t mind?”
“Of course I don’t mind."
“I’m going to have a leisurely bath.” She told him, turning towards the
stairs. She felt safe with him here;
although how she expected him to protect her from a ghost she wasn’t sure.
“Can I get you anything?”
“Some hot chocolate would be nice; there is some in the cupboard.”
He grinned. “Don't worry. I’ll find it.”
***
Lee felt a presence close to him as he entered the bedroom and placed
the mug of chocolate on the bedside table.
Straightening, he looked around, he’d felt this preternatural touch
before, and a shiver ran down his back.
“Is someone there?” He instantly
felt foolish, but he could not shake off the feeling.
Suddenly he was overtaken by cold as the presence engulfed him. Try as
he might to resist the invasion of his body and soul, the cold was quickly
replaced by a hot flush of arousal washing over him, and heat coursed through
his body. He closed his eyes and held
his breath, his last embers of resistance impotent to fight the desire building
inside him. He could feel his growing
erection. Pantera's hunger was incredibly
intense from years of enforced celibacy.
Lee was suddenly reminded by Pantera that
“What are you doing?” she asked,
but made no attempt to cover her nakedness.
Her eyes instead irresitabley roamed over his.
“I want you,” he kneeled beside the bath. He took the wash cloth from her unresisting
hand and began to move it across her breasts, watching as the nipples hardened
in response. He slipped his hand below
the water and urged her thighs apart.
She gave a little moan as he slipped a finger inside her. He was so aroused he wanted, needed to be
inside her. He slipped another finger
inside her and began a slow rhythm, while he watched as she closed her eyes.
“Owww, Lee ,” she gasped.
The sexual hunger was overwhelming. But was it only Pantera's thirst? Could
some of what Lee felt be his own primal lust? “Get out the tub,” Lee instructed, too blinded
by desire to care any longer, taking hold of her arm.
She climbed out the bath and stood silently, gazing at his substantial and erect flesh.
Lee reached for a towel and started to dry the soapsuds off her,
carefully, gently caressing her body with the towel until he could stand it no longer. He was so close to the edge, it wouldn’t take
much to tip him over. “Wait,” he whispered, moving a hand to grasp the head of
his penis and pressed hard until the urge subsided and he regained some
control.
***
At last he lifted his gaze to her, his eyes pleading for her to understand. “I’m sorry but I,” he hesitated. “I need...” he reached out and pulled her
close, giving a moan as his erection moved against her.
“How do you want me?” she asked, surprised by her own reaction. She would never consider having sex with a
man she hardly knew.
“Will you kneel for me?” he asked softly.
Smiling, she turned and knelt, going forward on all fours. She waited in anticipation of him. She felt his hardness press against her, then
enter in a slow, indescribably sensual move that
sent a thrill through her. Her nipples
hardened, demanding attention. “Lee,”
she whispered pushing back against him, driving him deeper. When he started to move she was plunged into
an intense sexual turmoil.
“Ahhh, Sexo maravilloso*,” he
breathed.
"What did you say?"
"Does it matter?" Lee replied, aware Pantero had been the one
to speak what they both felt.
Indeed, no words were necessary as she felt him swelling inside her as
he drove deeper and deeper, and faster and faster inside her. She moved with him, crying out as he touched
her center, her muscles contracting around his length intensifying his
arousal. He was thrusting even harder
and quicker now, panting, and groaning, as he
built towards climax.
"Ah, finalmente, por fin!! Crema
masculino *"
Lee could only
wonder what Pantera said. All he knew was that his orgasm seemed to go on
forever, before finally coming to a
shuddering stop. “Are you all right?” he asked breathlessly, still inside her.
“I’m more than all right,” she replied, equally as breathless. Her knees hurt, and her breasts still ached to
be touched. As he withdrew, his copious
amount of cream spilled down her legs. "I'm
soaked," she turned, amazed to see
that he was already aroused again, and the' little boy lost' look was more than
she could bear.
“I want you again,” he said softly, lowering his eyes in embarrassment.
Lee hated that the pirate had such power
over him, but part of Lee was saying yes, oh yes, to the desire; part of him, the logical side
of Lee Crane, said no. She deserved more than a one night stand. At least
that's what it was, wasn't it? As for his body, well it had a mind of it's own,
and was creating it's own score card. Lifting
her off the floor, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed
before folding down the blankets. She
slid beneath them and watched as he climbed onto the bed and knelt over her. His hands moved up her body to her breasts,
lifting and squeezing, his thumb brushing across the budding nipples.
“Owww, yes – more,” she moaned softly.
Like a babe at his mother's breast, he took one nipple into his mouth
and began to suckle. His own hot flesh was straining for
release. Putting a hand around her waist
he pulled her closer. He needed to be inside her again and right
now! Pushing her onto her back, he urged
her thighs apart and she spread her legs wide in anticipation. Lowering himself over her, he entered her, feeling
her tighten against his arousal. But just then, the muscles in his shoulder
protested, sending a sharp pain into his chest, and cutting off his
breath. He rolled onto his back, angry
and frustrated.
“What’s wrong?”
“Damn shoulder,” he cursed softly. "It's been bothering me…"
“Why didn’t you say?” she chastised gently. “Let me,” she lowered herself onto him, taking his
straining flesh into her. Smiling, she
began to rock slowly back and forth. His
hands went to her hips, urging her to move faster. His body throbbed as she took him deeper,
overloading his body with electric sensations.
He arched into her as she moved up and down, backward and forwards. She guided his hands to her breasts so he
could stroke and caress them, pulling on
the distended nipples, making her gasp and moan. Her muscles tightened around him in response,
drawing him deeper, giving him such pleasure. He was so close now; he bent his knees,
tipping her forward causing a tug on his enclosed length that tipped him over
the edge into another volcanic eruption. He would not have thought it possible to come
again so soon.
“Mmmm, that was...wonderful,”
“It wasn’t me, it was Pantera, at least part of it, ” Lee told her, wondering if she would believe
him. Would she think that he was trying
to make excuses for forcing himself on her?
“Is he still here?” she asked, stroking his forehead.
He shook his head. “No, I can't
feel his presence inside me anymore.”
“Well, is this you?” she asked, clenching her insides around him.
“Owww, ...yes...but I don’t think...I don't think I can do it again,” he said, still trying to control
the need that Pantera had stirred inside him.
“Would you like me to massage your shoulder?” she offered. “Or would you prefer a cold shower,” she
joked.
“Shower first, then the massage,” he replied, biting back a groan as
she lifted herself off of him.
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There was nothing left of his ship, the timbers had rotten and decayed
over time, leaving just her cannons and fragments of his life scattered over
the sea bed. The bones of his earthly
body lay buried by silt and plant life that now colonised the ocean floor.
But last night had made up for all the lonely nights he had spent
within the walls of the lighthouse, waiting for just such a union. The emotions and physical pleasure he had borrowed
from the Captain’s body had been better than he had imagined. Crane was young, strong and virile; Pantera
had drawn energy from him to fuel his brief return to the physical world. It seemed fitting that Crane was a sea Captain,
although just what type of vessel he Captained the pirate was not sure; it was
like nothing he had ever seen.
Tonight he would return in the hope that he would have another
opportunity to use the Captain’s body
and share the intimate pleasure of joining with a woman.
***
The back road was shrouded in early morning mist, but the reds, yellows
and orange shades of the fall foliage still shone through the mist. Lee had a second appointment with the therapist
this morning, then after lunch he had
two more houses to view.
The scenery was pretty spectacular; he had forgotten just how beautiful
***
“Back again so soon?” the woman smiled.
“Yes,”
***
Lee lay on his back; the leather was cold against the bare skin of his
back. His therapist was pulling on his
arm, stretching the tight muscles. Then
moved the arm up over his head, making him wince. The man placed his hand on Lee’s shoulder,
pushing it flat against the bed, while he continued to manipulate the arm.
“We’ve got to get more flexibility into your shoulder,” he told him.
“I thought about swimming,” Lee suggested.
“Yes, that would be good exercise.
We have a therapy pool here. We
could try that next time.”
“Great.” Lee forced himself to relax.
An hour of physical therapy seemed more like two. But there did seem to be an improvement. It was lucky that he had been in good shape before
his hormones or Pantera had…Lee forced the memory from his mind.
“I’ll give you some exercises to do,” The therapist said as he
continued working on the arm. “Try using
some light weight, a can of beans or something like that.”
“How many more appointments will I need?” Lee asked, he was eager to return to
***
‘The Breakers’ was a waterfront wood siding, five bedroom cottage set
in a wooded area with deep water dock access. That could be useful, Lee though, smiling to himself as he
followed the real estate agent through the front door. He could berth the flying sub right out back. No one would be the wiser. If Nelson let him use it
for a private venture, that was.
“The cottage is just eighteen feet from the shore,” the agent informed
him. “It has a newly installed fitted
kitchen, living room with fireplace and sunset views.”
From the outside the property appeared untidy and neglected, but the
inside was clean and bright, with polished wood floors and magnolia walls. The
kitchen was fairly small, but with a separate dining room that did not matter
too much. He would probably not be doing that amount of entertaining, unless
Nelson or Chip came to stay.
“There is dishwasher, washing machine, dryer, microwave, gas-range and
refrigerator.” The agent informed him as he looked around the kitchen.
Lee nodded, following him into the dining room, which overlooked the
water. Again this room looked small and
Lee guessed that there would not be room for much more than a table and chairs.
“Through here is the living room.” The agent directed.
Lee liked this room; there was a large brick fireplace in the centre of
one wall. The back wall was mostly
glass, with French doors opening out onto the deck, and a skylight added to the
light feeling of the room. Standing in
front of the French doors, Lee looked out across the jetty. This natural harbour made this location very
attractive. He would have to give this
some serious thought. It would
definitely be on his short list. He had
another two properties to look at that afternoon.
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He was fighting a losing battle. And this time Lee was glad that he
was. The paranormal energy pulsed
through his body, excitement building inside him.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,”
In moments he was, watching as she took the jar from the night table
and unscrewed the top.
“I’m waiting,” she dipped her finger into the jar and then trailed the
chocolate covered finger over her left nipple, coating it with chocolate. “Don’t
you want to suckle me, hot-stuff?” she teased, then dipped her finger in it
again, to cover her other.
He was instantly hard, his erection throbbing with desire. He swallowed hard, his mouth watering in
anticipation.
“I want to suck your nipples,
too,” her eyes fixed on his arousal. “Among other things. And lick all
the chocolate off.”
Lee groaned. The idea of her
mouth on him almost drove him over the edge.
Almost without thought, he moved to the bed. “I've been thinking…we
really shouldn’t be doing this unprotected… what if…”
“I get pregnant? Don’t worry,
I’ve taken care of it,” she told him.
Coming to her knees she kissed him, while her hand found his hot flesh.
“Owww, Elizabeth...if you do that...It will be over before we get
started,” he said hoarsely. Climbing onto the bed, he knelt in front of her and
cupped one breast, taking the nipple into his mouth he began to lick and suck
the hard nub until every trace of chocolate was gone. Then turned his attention
to the other one, drawing the nipple deep into his mouth; sucking and gently
biting.
“Owww, Lee....Yes, baby boy, suck harder for mommy,” she
encouraged. Her free hand stroked his
hair, while she thrust her breasts forward.
“Touch me.”
He cupped her other breast and squeezed, while he tormented the nipple
with his thumb. His own arousal ached for release, but he didn’t want to take
her yet. He wanted her to pleasure him
as she had promised. Lifting his head
from her breast, he trailed kisses down her body, following the residue of
chocolate that had drizzled from her nipples. He wasn’t used to having such intense
feelings of need with any other woman.
He couldn’t take his hands off her.
He moved back to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth.
“Owww, that feels so good,”
Her nipples were hard and distended.
He was turned on by the feel of it in his mouth. He flicked his tongue across the hard bud and
pulled it deeper into his mouth, devouring her. “You’re nipples...are so
suckable.”
“It’s my turn,” she smiled, giving him a gentle push to encourage him
to lie down.
Lee did as instructed, lying on his back he watched her as she once
again dipped into the jar. He drew in a
breath as she applied the chocolate to his nipples. A jolt of electric shot to his groin, he
couldn’t get much harder. He groaned
with pleasure as she lowered her head to suck one nipple. She had him so turned on, so hard, he didn’t
know how long he could hold out.
She drizzled the chocolate down his torso, following it with her mouth,
until she reached his erection. Lifting
her head, she met his gaze, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Slowly she scooped
more chocolate from the jar and gently smeared it over his pubic hair, then ran
her coated hands over his balls, and penis, letting the thick black liquid drip
into his urethra.
Lee gritted his teeth, trying to lie still, he so wanted to move. It was difficult enough when she put his
balls into her mouth and swirled her tongue around each of them, but when she licked
his urethra's little opening to suck out the dripping chocolate, then take the
entire penis into her mouth and began to lick and suck, he lost control,
arching his back, gasping in pleasure.
He reached for her, tangling his fingers in her hair. The incredible tremors
radiating out to every nerve ending drove him closer to the brink. He almost swore when she squeezed, stopping
him from coming.
“Not yet – I haven’t finished with Dick yet,”
he told him, Straddling him. Taking hold
of his wrists, she raised his arms above his head, and then bent forward to
kiss him. “I want you hot and hard,” she
said between kisses.
“If I get any harder...I’ll explode!"
“I’ve been thinking about this all day; wanting your mouth on my
nipples, wanting your hard length inside me.
She moved so that one nipple was tantalizingly close to his mouth. “Do
you want this?” she teased.
“Dammit,
Silently she released his wrists and moved down to position herself
over him. Taking hold of his shaft with
one hard, she sank down onto him.
Encased in her moist embrace, her insides clenched him tight, giving
him such pleasure. He strained towards
completion. Rolling, he took her with
him and supporting himself with his good arm, he began to thrust, driving into
her. She put her hands on his shoulders,
helping to support him. They were both panting;
his member throbbed as he built towards climax.
His seed erupted from him in another powerful orgasm that left him
totally spent. Lifting himself away, he
rolled onto his back.
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“Ummm,” Lee stirred and opened his eyes.
“Good morning,”
“Good morning to you,” he smiled back, turning onto his side to face
her.
“Did I tire you out?”
“I’ll show you who is tired out,” he put an arm around her waist and
pulled her closer and kissed her.
She felt his hardness as he moved against her. Watching his expression, she burrowed beneath
the covers, until her hand found his arousal. “Two can play that game.”
“I’m game if you are. Turn over.”
She turned onto her side with her back to him. His arm encircled her waist and she felt his
arousal against her bottom. Then his hand
moved up her body to her breasts, rubbing and teasing the hardening nipples,
while the other hand moved down over her stomach to her mound. She opened her legs to permit him entrance to
her intimate place. “Owww, put it in,”
she begged.
She moaned softly as she felt his hardness press against her from
behind, then he entered her. His swollen
length filled her, stretched her, going deeper. Her insides contracted around
it making him moan. He pushed harder, and
then pulled out until just the tip was still inside, before thrusting in again.
“Do you like it like this?” he asked as he continued to slide in and
out.
“Owww, yes,” she gasped," that's some torpedo you've launched
Captain, or is it a missile?" His length seemed to be swelling massively
inside her and her insides convulsed around it.
His hand was at her breast now, caressing and squeezing, while his
other arm was wrapped around her, hold her against him.
“Owww, I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned.
It felt so amazing, she wanted it to go on and on, but she was going to
come. Her whole body was alive with
sensations. Her nipples tingled and his
hard length moving inside her was driving her wild.
Her cries of estacsy seemed to arouse him even more; his hand rubbed
over her breasts, squeezing the nipples, while he speeded up his movements
jerking against her.
They both came together, but after he stayed inside her, holding her,
gently caressing her. “Are you hungry?”
she barely managed to ask.
“For you?” he replied.
“No, for breakfast, I’m starving."
“Just a little longer, I could
stay inside you like this all day.”
“Dick is just fine.”
“Lee!” she chastised firmly.
“Okay,” he relented as he slowly withdrew and let her go.
***
When she returned to the bedroom, Lee was asleep. She watched him for a moment, he was so
damned attractive lying there, she was tempted to slide in beside him, but she
knew if she did that, one thing would lead to another... So she took her
clothes to the bathroom to dress.
Ten minutes later she was in the kitchen, pulling open the fridge
door. She took the eggs and broke four
into a bowl to whisk. She liked her eggs
scrambled, and as Lee was asleep, he would have his scrambled too. After turning on the grill, she placed four
slices of bread underneath and turned her attention to preparing the eggs. She guessed that Lee would want coffee to
help wake him up, and she smiled as she pictured him asleep. She turned the toast and poured the beaten
eggs into the pan, then quickly filled the kettle and switched it on, before
returning to the eggs.
It wasn’t long before she had two plates of egg on toast, and two
coffees on a tray, carrying it up to the bedroom. She carefully put the tray down and gave Lee
a gently shake. “Lee, wake up.”
“What..?” he answered sleepily.
“Come on, lover – I’ve made breakfast,” she gave him another
shake.
Lee opened his eyes and looked at her, dissapointed, “You’re dressed.”
“Yes, and I’ve made breakfast,” she picked up the tray and put it on
the bed. “Hope you like scrambled egg.” She sat on the edge of the bed.
Lee rubbed his eyes, and propped himself up. “Thanks, no-one ever gives me breakfast in
bed,” he smiled as he reached for a cup and slipped it appreciatively.
They ate their breakfast in silence, with
“That was great, thanks,” Lee smiled.
“My pleasure,” she smiled back.
“Now if you’ll get up, I think I need to change those soggy sheets.”
“Sure you won’t come back to bed?” he joked, throwing back the covers.
“I’ve nothing planned. Why don’t
you come back to my place? We can have
some privacy, away from our pirate Captain,” he suggested as he followed her to
the door and held it open for her.
She swallowed hard, even soft; his manhood was so erotic, hanging
there, she wanted to touch it. “Do you think you can perform without the Captain’s
help?”
“I think this morning proved that.”
“I’ll think about it. Now will
you please put some clothes on?” She
deliberately walked away before she was tempted to put the tray down and give
him a blow job.
***
***
Back in Harbour Reach, Lee lit the fire in the lounge and turned the heating
on to warm the house ready for
Finishing making the bed, Lee pulled the patchwork bedspread over the
bed, then stopped. What the hell was he
doing? Had he gone mad? He’d forgotten about honour and duty, about
who and what he was. But what was he
going to say to
What the hell must
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They sat side by side on a rug in front of the fire. Lee shifted uneasily and she gave him a
sideways glance, trying to read his expression as he stared into the fire.
Lee turned to look at her, and smiled, slipping his arm around her.
She rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re very quiet tonight.” She
sensed that there was something different about him tonight. He didn’t have that same happy relaxed air
about him.
“Sorry, I was a bit preoccupied.”
“No need to apologise. Is
something wrong?”
“This can't last.” He replied, firelight reflected in those honey eyes
as he stared into the fire.
“Yes, I know, but we can enjoy it while it does." She badly wanted
to touch him, to kiss him…
Looking into her eyes, he reached out and touched her face. “I’m not in
the habit of sleeping with every woman I meet. Not that it wasn’t the most
amazing sex. I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t excuse the way I've behaved .
"
“Oh, for goodness sake! You
think that having sex with me was disrespectful? I wanted it as much as you did, and I still want
it. Her hand went to his zipper. “I want
to look at you, want to hold you. I want to watch your penis swell in my hand. " She
groaned. “I can’t stop thinking about
it.”
"There should be more to a relationship than sex.”
“Yes...No,” she shook her head. “But if sex is all you're prepared to
give me, I still want it. Even if it has to come to an end. No commitment on
either part. Is that what you want?”
“I know I’m not ready to make a commitment to anyone. I have a life that you know nothing about and
I will have to go back to it soon. That's an awful lot to ask of anyone.”
“You’re not married, are you?” she asked, suspicious of his sudden
change of mind.
He laughted. “Only to my work.”
“Then why can’t we just enjoy what we have here and now. I don’t expect you to propose to me or
anything. I’m not trying to trap you.
Please don’t spoil it, please.”
“If I don’t stop now, I might not be able to. It's wrong, like this.”
“You know I do, very much.” The conflict of emotions was clear on his
face, and those expressive eyes.
She wanted him right there on the rug. Holding his gaze, she moved her
hand to his zipper and gently pushed her hand inside to free his burgeoning
erection.
“Ohh, Elizabeth,” he sucked in a breath, his hand gripping her
wrist. Even as he moved to stop her, he
hardened under her touch.
“Now tell me that you don’t want this,” she challenged. She watched him as she stroked him. “Take off your clothes.”
He shook his head, his grip tightened on her wrist. “Stop it.” He tried to free himself from her hold,
cursing softly when she did not release him.
“You can't deny you want it,”
she lowered her head and took him into her mouth, tormenting the sensitive tip
with her tongue.
He cried out, his hands cradled her head. His legs moved restlessly as he moaned. His fingers stroked her hair. He was
breathing hard, he was getting close.
His eyes were almost glazed, gold in the firelight. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal and
he regained control, although he was still aroused.
“Ready to give in?”
He gasped, watching her hands move. “Owww, the things you do to
me.” He closed his eyes; his head rested
back again the seat.
She continued, gently squeezing with each stroke. The feel of him in her hands and his moans
excited her. Her insides tightened, she
couldn’t get enough of him.
“No. Stop!” He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. “I can’t do
this.”
She reached out and took his head in her hands and kissed him. After a brief hesitation he kissed her back,
his hands moving over her body, finding her breast with one hand, he lifted it
and lowered his head to take it into his mouth, his tongue flicking across the
hard bud, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. “Owww, yes you can. Do it
now,” she pleaded breathlessly, her insides ached for him. She moved a hand down between them; he
shuddered and moaned as she closed her hand around his shaft.
***
Lee turned onto his side to look at
She gave a little sigh and turned onto her side, rubbing her bottom
against him.
“Are you awake?” he whispered, slipping an arm around her waist.
“If I’m not, I’m having an incredible dream,” she replied sleepily.
Lee smiled as he stroked her, then tormented her nipples into swollen
peaks. He was amazed how many times his
own body had reacted and performed for her.
He kissed her neck and shoulder, while he moved his hand to urge her
legs open.
“Owww, yes,” she moaned as he entered her, pushing back against
him. “Owww, more!”
He groaned as he sank into her, feeling her moist warm sheath around
him, he moved slowly, going deeper with each thrust. “Owww, that feels so
good,” he whispered, feeling her body convulse around him, caressing him. Each stroke giving so much pleasure as he
slowly moved in and out of her warm embrace.
She was moaning softly, moving with him.
His breathing increased as his excitement grew and pleasure flared,
radiating out to every nerve. Every
stroke took him closer to the edge.
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Lee tossed his holdall into the trunk and closed it. He felt guilty about leaving
***
Lee felt himself relax. “I just stopped by before I leave.”
Lee stepped inside and waited while she closed the door. “Are you all
right? He shifted nervously, unsure of
how she was going to take his leaving.
Even though they had discussed it.
“Don’t look so worried. I won’t bite,” she smiled. “Would you like some coffee?” she asked,
headed for the kitchen.
“No, thank you, I’ve got a long drive,” he watched her, remembering
every inch of her beautiful body, and the nights they had shared.
“I will be leaving too, my investigation is finished.”
Lee cleared his throat. “It is?”
“Yes, I think that we proved without doubt that the lighthouse is
haunted.” She moved closer. “Would you
like to do it one more time before you leave?” she smiled seductively.
Yes. His body cried
out. Resolutely, he took a step back,
blanking out the images in his mind. “I should be going.”
“Of course.” She moved closer, putting her arms around his neck, she
pulled him to her and kissed him.
Instinctively, he embraced her, kissing her back, his hands going to
her behind, pulling her too him. She
moulded to him and a surge of desire enveloped him, he didn’t know how much
longer he could stand being so close to her without giving in to the need
building inside him.
Surprisingly it was
He was already missing her, or at least a part of him was. She was the sexiest woman he had ever
met. He shook his head. “I don’t know
what it is about you. Where are you
going now?”
“My parents live in
He wasn’t sure how he felt about leaving like this, after their brief
liaison, he would probably never see her again.
A part of him did not want to leave her, but his life was in
*end*
*“Silencio, yo no se lastimar le,”
Hush, I
will not hurt you.
“Mi nombre es
Pantera, en su seńorita de servicio.".”
My name
is Pantera, at your service.
“Quiero que
ustedes, seńorita, hará que lenta, sensual amor a usted.”
I very
much want to make slow, sensual love to you.
"Sexo maravilloso."
Marvelous
sex
"Ah,
finalmente, por fin!! Crema masculino*"
*This is a web translation that might not be
correct. It's supposed to mean 'At last! *(the rest of the sentence needs no
translation.)