Steamy Stories (Volume 1)

by Malia Mallory

  Chapter 13

  It seemed like hours had passed since Annabelle first saw the word; her limbs felt frozen and her eyes jerked nervously around the room. She knew that it had to be only minutes, but she waited. She waited for something else to happen but it never did. She finally unlocked her frozen legs, moved about the room and even into the adjoining bathroom, but nothing else responded to her occasional question. She decided that she had had enough; she needed to get back to work.

  She returned to her room and dressed for the day, heading down to the kitchen with her portfolio in hand. Her thoughts were chaotic as she moved to make a strong pot of coffee and a light breakfast to keep her going for the day. Annabelle used one of the painter’s high stools to sit at the counter and work on her notes for the house. Munching through the slices of crisp toast and fresh fruit, she just couldn’t shake the thought that she was in touch with a ghost. She wondered how all of this would play out, and for the first time in her life, she was more than apprehensive—she now knew that there could be real danger here.

  Later that day a telephone call came from her agent telling her of a great offer on a modeling assignment being held in New York. She quickly accepted and advised that she would be heading back to her condominium that night. They made plans to go over the details first thing Monday morning. Annabelle was relieved that she had a legitimate excuse to head back to the city. She wasn’t really running away — she was just taking a break. Prior to leaving, she left written notes for the contractors and didn’t even bother to pack. She was heading home and wouldn’t need to take a thing with her except her purse and car keys for the drive to the train station. She’d leave the car there in the parking lot until she had to return.

  Chapter 14

  Time in the city passed too quickly. The modeling assignment kept her mind busy and she felt safe at night when she returned to her condominium. She fell back into her regular routine quite easily and Annabelle had nothing but nights of uninterrupted sleep. Her whole body felt rejuvenated from the time spent in the city. She awoke knowing that today would be her last day here and she would be heading back to the estate this afternoon.

  The first stirrings of dread began to creep into her thoughts, but she consciously made the move to stop them. She focused instead on the anticipation she felt of getting back, in order to continue her work on the estate. She had ordered rugs and furniture, along with draperies and other key items. The only thing left was to inspect and determine the extent of the work done while she’d been gone. When that was accomplished, she could set the date for the deliveries to take place. With her thoughts now headed in the right direction, she packed a small case of necessities she would need for the return trip.

  Chapter 15

  Arriving at the train station in the early evening hours she carried her case to the car and began the short trip to her new investment. Turning up the driveway, her first sight of the house still thrilled her senses. The house was just beautiful and she couldn’t wait to get it finished so that others would be able to stay there.

  The workers had already left and the automatic lights were turned on. Parking the car near the front entrance of the house, she used her key to open the door and found that a small table was just inside with notes from the contractor’s supervisor.

  Grabbing the papers, she locked the door and headed up the steps to her suite, once again enjoying the feel of the banister under her fingertips. She had already had a light dinner on the train and decided to unpack and get ready for bed. Not once did she let her thoughts stray to the ghost until she was under the covers. She’d reasoned that the ghost hadn’t hurt her and he apparently could have. The spirit hadn’t been afraid to reveal itself when she awoke, so perhaps there was something about a person being cognizant and fully aware of their surroundings that stopped this kind of activity. She turned the lamp off and tried to calm herself by ticking off her to-do list for the next day.

  Minutes passed and she started to drift off, when suddenly her bedroom door slowly opened and although she couldn’t see anyone, she knew it was her resident ghost paying her a visit.

  “Come in Richard,” she said softly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

  Just then, the shimmering and unmistakable shape of a man walked into the moonlit area at the end of her bed. Annabelle could just make out the features of his face thanks to the light from the moon, and when he stopped to face her, she spoke.

  “Can you talk to me?” she said nervously.

  She could see his lips moving but no sound came from his mouth.

  She released one hand’s grip from the covers, raised it up and said, “I can’t hear anything. If you can hear me, will you move your head up and down for yes and shake it for no?”

  The ghost stood silently for a moment, and proceeded to move his head up and down as he was asked. He paused and appeared to smile slightly.

  “Let’s try to communicate with one another. Are you Richard Granger?”

  Again, he nodded yes.

  “Are you aware that you’re dead?”

  Again, he nodded.

  “Why haven’t you passed over to the other side, no wait, that’s not a yes or no question? Did you get the chance to pass over when you died?”

  This time he shook his head.

  “Do you know why?”

  When he nodded, Annabelle thought she might be onto something here.

  “Did you have unfinished business here?”

  Again, he nodded his head.

  “Does it have anything to do with your wife?”

  This time he looked angry, but nodded his head.

  “Well, I can tell you that through my research they never did find your wife, and as it was over seventy years ago, she could possibly be dead by now.”

  He then shook his head vigorously.

  “So she’s still alive?”

  Again, he nodded his head.

  “Are you bound to this house?” asked Annabelle. “And do you know where your wife is?” she added.

  He nodded yes to both questions.

  By now, this was all frustrating Annabelle, until she had an idea. She’d seen a few episodes of houses that were haunted on television. In most of them, the people investigating these cases used various pieces of equipment to pick up any supernatural activity. She had in her possession a voice recorder that she used to dictate quick notes, like shopping lists and reminders of important things. Digging into her handbag that was beside the bed, she took it out and pressed record. She then slid the recording level up as high as it would go and pointed it towards Richard.

  “Where is your wife located?” she asked.

  She could see his inquisitive look, and then Richard’s lips began moving and she waited. When she was sure he’d finished saying what he had to say, she pressed replay and listened intently.

  “Where is your wife located?” she could hear herself say. “Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, she lives in a townhouse,” was the faint reply.

  Annabelle smiled, she could now ask him anything and she didn’t hesitate to do so. Pointing to the device, she explained to him that with this machine she could now hear his words.

  “Tell me Richard, how are you able to touch things in the real world?” she said, and then turned the machine on again.

  He seemed to speak for some time before stopping, and Annabelle was curious as to what he said, so she quickly restarted the machine.

  “During the daytime a ghost’s power is diminished, it’s not until the nighttime that our full strength is replenished. I think it has something to do with the moonlight, because when the moon is full I’m at my strongest. I can see things and know things that no one else can, which is how I know where my wife is located. I can’t move on until she has been brought to justice.”

  Annabelle almost knew that it would be something like that, but she had to ask a difficult question next.

  “What made you take advantage of me while I slept, Richard?” she said with eyes d
own, pointing the gadget towards him once again.

  At first, Richard didn’t move forward to speak. He stayed where he was until he saw Annabelle’s eyes turn up towards him once again. She saw his face was earnest, and Annabelle was sure that if she could see his cheeks properly, they’d be blushing. Then he spoke.

  “I have missed the contact of a woman, the embrace and closeness one can only get from the intimacy of being together. I knew it was wrong, which is why I did it while you were asleep and I apologize.”

  “Apology accepted. I just wish you’d allowed me the privilege of actually knowing you first. That’s not to say I would’ve allowed it anyway. I have to tell you though, that I’ve never experienced anything so intense in all my life. Um…if I asked, would you…do it again?” she said, not quite believing she’d said it.

  At that moment, the clouds blocked the moonlight from streaming into the room, and Richard faded away.

  Chapter 16

  In that moment, she felt the bed dip down and the covers were pulled away. Annabelle unconsciously reached for them, and then hesitated. Shortly thereafter, they were gone and she was exposed. She lay there looking around the room, and then felt her breasts being touched. At this point, she closed her eyes, and then felt the unmistakable feeling of a mouth covering her right nipple. She opened her eyes and looking down, she saw and felt her nipple being moved and squeezed.

  Then there was a break in the clouds and moonlight lit up the room. Annabelle saw Richard covering her body and pulling her nipple between his phantom teeth. She was tempted to reach a hand down but knew that she wouldn’t feel anything of substance. The break in cloud cover was soon gone and Annabelle watched as Richard’s figure faded away once more.

  She was overwhelmed at the feeling of his lips working their way down to her stomach. Small nips were taken at various places and a wet tongue came back to soothe the spot. Teeth gently grabbed at the tuft of hair atop her mound, and she gasped at the feeling of a nose tickling her belly button. Seconds later the lips drifted away and Annabelle felt hands grasping her legs to move them apart. She tensed, not knowing what to expect, when suddenly she felt a broad tongue licking her womanhood. She let out a sigh of pleasure and unconsciously raised her hips to intensify the pleasure. Large hands grasped her buttocks and the tongue slid over her clitoris to send waves of pleasure up through her body. She felt his lips sucking at the small fold of protective skin.

  “Oh God, oh yes…please don’t stop,” she whimpered.

  Her eyes opened to see the full moons light bathing the room, and she looked down to see Richard’s head sliding back and forth between her legs. The sensation was driving her crazy with lust and she wished she could pull him into her closer. Just then, a flash of lightning illuminated the bedroom followed by the sound of distant thunder. A storm was approaching. She knew that her mysterious lover would fade away from her sight when the thunderclouds passed beneath the moon. When Richard faded away this time, Annabelle didn’t expect to see him again that night, but the pleasure he was giving her continued. A movement on the bed and then she felt her legs being spread as the mattress dipped. He was changing position and Annabelle opened her legs wide because she knew what was coming next. Suddenly a broad velvet head was at her moist entrance and she felt it part her womanly lips and forcefully slide its way in.

  She was so wet at that moment but even so, the fit was extremely tight. She gripped the pillow at her head as Richard pushed his impossibly full member deep inside her. She pushed forward as he pushed to meet her and then she felt powerful hands underneath her body as she rose off the bed. Anyone watching this event would have sworn that Annabelle was now floating in midair with nothing holding her up, but she knew better.

  Suddenly, she was in a sitting position a foot above the bed with Richard still inside her, and with a powerful grip, he started to raise her up and down, working to penetrate her faster. She looked down her front but could only see the bed, and as she started to climax, there was a loud clap of thunder that drowned out her scream of ecstasy. Repeatedly, she rode his member and after reaching her second explosive climax, they drifted down— still joined—onto the bed.

  She was gasping for breath when he pulled his still rigid member from her and invisible hands lifted her to her knees. She felt him behind her, strong hands holding her waist as he invaded her body once more. He reached down, covering her with his body, and she felt his fingers cupping her breasts as he began to move. Oh, the sensation of someone making love to her from behind, and turning to see no one there, was the strangest feeling she’d ever experienced. The thoughts coursing through her mind made her dizzy; she’d never believed that ghosts could interact with the living let alone communicate.

  She also knew that if she ever told anyone what had happened to her she’d be committed. She gritted her teeth and gripped the pillow once again, as Richard picked up speed. Her buttocks were being moved with each forward push, but the accompanying slap of thigh hitting buttock was missing. When she came again, he must have sensed it, for suddenly she could feel the object inside pick up speed and then pulsate as if ejaculating. She was still trying to catch her breath when she felt the coolness of his body leaving hers and she slumped to the bed.

  After several minutes she turned onto her back and looked around the bedroom, she could see no one. Then she felt something touch her leg and knew that he was still there.

  It was raining very hard outside and after composing her thoughts, Annabelle reached again for her gadget.

  “Richard, I don’t know what to say. That was incredibly fulfilling and I only hope that it was as pleasurable for you.”

  She turned on the machine still looking at and around the bed but could not see him. Turning it off and rewinding she hoped that he hadn’t left. His voice was faint but there was a reply.

  “You have the most beautiful body and it gave me more pleasure in death than I have ever experienced in life. My only hope is that you will let me make love to you again—soon,” he whispered.

  Her heart skipped a beat and she wondered where they would go from here. There was something she needed to know.

  “Richard, do you want me to notify the authorities regarding your wife? You’ll have closure once that’s done and you’ll be able to cross over?” she said, before turning it on.

  “I believe so,” was his response. “I’ve been alone for a long time and until now, had nothing in my life but vengeance to keep me here.”

  They talked for a while after that, and Annabelle recorded all the information he gave her for the authorities. Her eyes were heavy when she felt his hands gently pull the covers in place. She held her breath when she felt him slide in behind her and enclose her in his arms. She fell asleep that way, feeling cherished for the first time in her life.

  Chapter 17

  Annabelle was walking the catwalk once again in New York. She enjoyed the attention and perks but knew deep down that this would be the last time. The flash of the cameras lit up the room and the dress she wore sparkled from the lights reflecting on it. She didn’t hear the comments from the designer or his assistants about her glowing complexion. The murmurs of the crowded gallery on her special appearance she didn’t hear either. Soon the shoot was over, and as usual, there were drinks for the models in the changing room. Annabelle had made the decision that this would be the opportune time to tell everyone what her plans for the future were.

  “Ok girls, I believe our very own Annabelle wishes to say a few words,” said the premier designer Annabelle had always admired.

  The room went quiet.

  “Thank you Michael. First of all I’d like to say it has always been a pleasure working for you. You and your assistants have always treated me with respect and appreciation for the jobs that I have done. Girls, it’s been a pleasure working with you also, but I believe my time has come.”

  Several people began to speak and object but Michael nodded with understanding, and held his hands up for silen
ce. Annabelle continued.

  “I’m thirty-five now and feel that it’s time for a change of careers, so I’m stepping down.” She reached out gently to touch his cheek, “Michael, you’ve been an inspiration to me and a guiding hand throughout my career and for that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.” Leaning over she kissed his cheek and turned back to the girls. “I hope you all have the same opportunities in your careers as I did. I hope you find the happiness that comes from hard work and just being the best you can be,” she smiled through the tears slipping down her face.

  Michael led the applause and they gathered around to wish her well. It was hard for Annabelle to leave that day, but as she closed the door, she knew another life awaited her.

  Later at the police station, she spoke to a detective, conveying to him the information that Richard had passed on to her. When asked how she came by this information, she explained her purchase of the estate and how she came by her conclusions. She kept the details of Richard’s contribution to herself. She just told them that he’d come to her in a dream and informed her of where his wife could be located. Of course this was all taken down, but hardly any of it was believed. However, police policy was to take any new leads seriously and follow up on the investigation. Annabelle wondered what they would think if she’d told them the absolute truth.

  After all that, Annabelle had errands to run, pick up more clothes from her condominium and let her housekeeper know that she’d be away for a while. She’d decided to keep the property as she still had numerous friends in the city and would like to be able to visit occasionally. The condo was an investment, and if she decided, she would easily be able to rent it out. The area she lived in was in high demand and she could command a premium price.

  She informed a few close neighbors of her plans and gave them the telephone number and address of the estate where she could be reached. Saying her goodbyes was unexpectedly tearful for all of them. She consoled them and herself, that once the estate was completed, they could come for the grand opening.