Ghost Bound

The barstool creaked as Shawna leaned forward and took a long drink from her beer. She sighed and turned towards her boyfriend, Garrett, who watched her, a small smirk wrinkling the right corner of his mouth.

"That bad of a week, huh?"

"Yea, thanks for going out of town on my first week!"

"You made it through." Garrett picked up his rum and coke and took a slurp from the tiny plastic straw. Shawna watched as his eyes wandered to a blond woman at the other end of the bar and took a long swallow of her beer.

"It wasn't easy though." Shawna watched as Garrett's eyes flickered back to her. "My boss is very strange."

"You work at a crystal store, of course your boss is going to be weird." Garrett laughed.

"That's not what I meant. She kept going on about this house outside the city. I think she called it the Higgin's Mansion. Also, it's a bookstore, not a crystal store."

Shawna noticed the bartender glance in her direction as she spoke and the man inched closer to them, wiping a glass, and trying to make his approach as natural as he could.

"Never heard of it." Garrett said, setting his drink down on the bar. "What's that got to do with your boss though?"

"She wanted my help with something. I think she wants me to help her collect something from there."

"Don't." Shawna glanced up at the bartender, his sharp word cutting through her story. "Don't go there." He said again.

"Why not?" Shawna leaned forward.

"I've heard some things about that place. People go in there and never come back. There are a string of missing persons reports at that house that have never been solved. It's best to stay away."

"Oh." Shawna said, leaning back on the stool.

"Can I get another rum and coke?" Garrett asked the bartender. The man grunted and walked away to make the drink. Shawna glared at Garrett.

"He was taking about the Higgin's place!"

"So? I wanted a drink. It's just a house, don't believe everything you hear. I say if your boss wants your help with something you should do it, maybe she'll give you a raise."

"I guess so."

Shawna glanced up as the bartender set the drink down in front of Garrett, she wished he would say more, but the man walked away with Garrett's empty glass without a word. She sipped her beer and tapped her foot against the bar stool. She glanced at Garrett, who was again staring at the blond, and gulped down her beer. Her head felt dizzy and she could tell her cheeks were red from the alcohol.

"Are you ready to go?"

"So soon?" Garrett whined. "I just got this drink."

"I'm just tired, and I have to be up early for work."

"Fineee." Garrett sighed, chugging the rest of his drink. "But you owe me."
 "Owe you?"

"Yea, sex." He chuckled. "I'm just kidding. But it would be nice, I just got home from a long trip after all."

"Ok." Shawna sighed, wishing she could go to bed instead.

They paid and left, Shawna stumbled over the small step from the bar's exit to the sidewalk and had to cling to Garrett's arm to keep from falling.

"Clumsy." He said, wrenching her hand away once she regained balance. "Come on, I want to fuck and go to bed."

Shawna glanced out the window as they drove back to their apartment. She thought about the bartender's words, and Garrett's too, feeling silly that she had put any stock into the thought that the house was haunted. Garrett was right, it would be a good to be on her boss's good side.

As soon as they got to their apartment Shawna went into the bathroom and washed her face. She pulled on her red lingerie, Garrett's favorite, and walked into the bedroom. Garrett was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt off, and staring at his phone. Shawna watched as he smiled, his fingers flying over the screen.

"Who are you texting?" Shawna asked, crossing her arms.

"Huh? Oh, just typing something for work." Garrett mumbled, setting his phone aside. He glanced at her and grunted. "You look nice."

Shawna sighed as Garrett immediately went back to his phone. Still, she angled her right hip and relaxed her arms at her side before sliding her hands behind her back and holding her hands. She brought her shoulders back and pushed her breasts out, giving Garrett's downturned head a sultry look.

Garrett glanced up and paused for a moment, a flicker of something in his eyes, Shawna wasn't sure.

"Do you really want to be dealing with work right now?" Shawna asked, keeping her voice low and smooth.

"Well..." Garrett glanced up at her. "Not really." He sighed. "Sorry I just have a co-worker asking me questions and I need to answer her." He pursed his lips. "Why don't I just lie down and take my dick out, that way you can ride it while I type."

"What!" Shawna shrieked, her pose breaking.

"Sorry babe, but I really need to deal with this. You won't even notice."

"But..." Shawna bit her lip. "I need some foreplay. Can't you tie me up and lick my bellybutton for a minute?"

"Ugh, fine. Put your hands behind your back."

Shawna turned around and let Garrett handcuff her wrists together. She turned around and pushed her stomach out towards him.

"I'm not licking your bellybutton. If you want to fuck, climb on, I know those cuffs make you wet enough."

"But Garrett! That's my favorite kink!"

"Shut up or I'll gag you too." Garrett mumbled, taking out his cock and lying on his back, his fingers still clicking at his phone.

Despite her annoyance and frustration, Shawna couldn't disagree about the cuffs. As soon as they had locked around her wrists, her pussy dripped. She sighed and climbed on the bed, pulling the thin fabric of her thong aside and sat on his cock. She closed her eyes as the girth enveloped her, the hardness rubbing just the right way at her aching need. She made sure to position herself away from Garrett, but Shawna could still see the glow of the phone screen against the wall.

She grit her teeth and closed her eyes, blocking everything out as she rode him. She moaned and squealed as she took more and more of his six inches with each thrust down. Her mind relaxed, focusing solely on the pleasure she felt, her skin burning as a fire flowed through her veins. She lifted her thighs and slammed her hips back down, taking him all the way in and she gasped, her eyes opening quickly. She felt a wave wash inside her and she turned her head quickly to look behind at Garrett.

"You came already?"

"Huh..." He grunted, licking his lips. "Oh yea, sorry. You were pumping me so hard I couldn't really hold it."

He stared at the phone screen as he spoke, his fingers flying across the phone, before he finally put it down at his side.

"Work solved." Garrett said, yawning and stretching his arms out. "Are you finished? I need to get an early start tomorrow. You've got work too right?"

"Yea." Shawna said, the fire inside her veins quickly cooling.

"Let me get those." Garrett said, reaching forward and unlocking the cuff. "Night."

"Yea, night." Shawna mumbled, sliding off the bed and into the bathroom.

Shawna rolled over and rubbed her eyes as the pale morning light filtered in through the window. She glanced to her right side and patted the empty spot where Garrett slept and sighed as she pulled the covers back. She wandered through the apartment, showering quickly and dressing without even thinking about it, her mind still consumed by the ghost of the orgasm she did not receive the night before. She clenched her hands into fists before opening her car door, releasing her fingers slowly, breathing slowly. "Just get through the day." She mumbled to herself.

Shawna parked her car along the side of the street and walked up to the sidewalk. She glanced up at the sign above her head. "Apothomax." She rolled her eyes and walked inside, cringing at the jingling bell that rang throughout the empty store. She went behind the counter and threw her purse down and flipped a switch that turned the open sign on. Her eyes strayed to the door, waiting for the first customer to come in.

"You're here." Shawna jumped at the voice, her hand pressed to her chest as her heart beat wildly.

"Shit..." She breathed, watching as a woman with oversized glasses stepped out behind a dark shelf.

"I came in early to talk to you." The woman stepped up to the counter, tucking her black scarf around her neck as she came forward.

"Good morning Ms. Dayspring." Shawna gasped.

"It's Spring, Day is my first name. But no matter, have you given anymore thought to my request?"

Shawna glanced around the store, her eyes focused on the door. "Yes... yes, I mean I have thought about it. I'm not sure though. I've heard that house has a bad reputation."

"Anything you've heard is nothing more than the drivel of the weak and feeble minded. You have nothing to fear with me coming along. Nothing would dare harm the Priestess of the Third Realm!"

Shawna watched as Day's face grew redder as she spoke and Shawna had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. The whole situation was so humorous that for a moment Shawna realized how ridiculous it was to be afraid of house. Day was still looking at her, and Shawna glanced around the empty store, making her decision in an instant.

"Sure, I'll come along."

"Divine." Day said, smoothing her shawl. "We will leave tomorrow night. I will close the store for the rest of the day and tomorrow to prepare."

"Oh!" Shawna gasped. "Do I uh... need to do anything."

"Yes." Shawna groaned internally. "Go home and meditate and rest. You will need all your strength for tomorrow night."

"Oh nice!" Shawna bit her lip. "Though just for clarification, I am getting paid for this right?"

Day raised her eyebrow. "Is a once in lifetime experience not enough? Very well. Now leave, I need the store to be empty."

"Bye!" Shawna grabbed her purse and headed out, glad to have a day to herself.

As soon as she got home Shawna stripped to her underwear and climbed back into bed. The sheets felt cool and the blankets warm and she closed her eyes to take a nap. She woke an hour later to giggles coming from inside the apartment. Her eyes widened and her heart pounded in her chest. Had someone broke in? She bounced out of bed, quickly putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She picked up a bat that Garrett kept by his nightstand, and held it in both hands as she gently pushed the bedroom door open with her foot.

She took small steps down the hallway, and paused, the giggles had stopped and now she heard small sucking sounds, like a plunger, coming from the living room. She tightened her grip on the bat and ran into the living room, stopping in shock at the scene in front or her. Garrett stood in front of her, his pants down to his ankles, and a woman kneeled at his feet, her lips wrapped around his cock and his hands curled tightly into her brown hair. Shawna dropped the bat and took a step back.

"You fucking piece of shit!" She yelled, her face red and her fists balled at her sides. Garrett held out his hands, his cock still buried down the woman's throat.

"It's not what it looks like babe."

"Oh fuck off! It is exactly what it looks like!" Shawna pushed passed him, grabbing her purse off the couch and slammed the door as she ran to her car. She peeled out of her parking spot and drove away.

Shawna wiped hot tears from her cheeks as she drove, her head numb and her body aching as she drove around town, all night long, her eyes red and aching by the time dawn came. Finally, she pulled into a parking spot and closed her eyes, fading away as the city awoke.

Shawna woke in the afternoon, pulling out her phone, she ignored the texts from Garrett, focusing on the single text from Day.

"Meet me at the store at seven." She sent an "ok" back to her and pulled out of her spot, looking around for the nearest bar.

The bar was crusted with the old remains of spilled drinks and the air was stale, but Shawna didn't mind, drinking half the glass of beer in one long drink. There was no one but her at the bar, and the bartender didn't seem to care that she was there either. Shawna rested her head on her arm and stared at her phone, willing time to go faster. She drank beer after beer, paying no attention to her surroundings and quietly paid her tab and headed over to Apothomax, her head pounding and her eyes dry, but otherwise ok. She left her car behind, too drunk to drive, but it felt good to walk, the soreness driving all thoughts of Garrett out of her head.

Day Spring was already at the store when Shawna arrived. She gave one look over at Shawna and shook her head.

"You should not have drunk anything before this. It will hinder your receptiveness to the spirits."

"Oh, don't worry. I am plenty receptive to any spirits at this point." Shawna giggled, and Day shook her head again.

"Let's go."

They rode in silence. Shawna rested her head against the window and stared out the windshield, trying her best not to think anything at all. Day was lost in her own world and Shawna was grateful for the silence. In no time at all they were pulling up to the abandoned house, following the dry-caked dirt of tire tracks that led up to the Higgin's Mansion.

Shawna stared up at the house as it stared back at her. She could sense something there, but it felt distant, there was no fear there, only curiosity. The car came to a sudden lurching stop and Shawna glanced over at Day, who was openly trembling, her hands on her lap, her eyes wide in terror as she stared up at the house.

"Are you ok?" Shawna asked.

"Yes... I... I'm going to guard the car." Day's voice cracked as she spoke. "You go on ahead. I'll be here for moral support.

Shawna sighed, but opened the car door and trudged forward through the dry mud. Her heels slapped down against the cracked asphalt of the once immaculate driveway, and she gave one more disdained look back at her boss, who stared wide eyed back at her. She turned back around and kept her eyes forward, her heart pounding in her chest as the mansion drew closer.

As she got closer, Shawna was surprised to see how intact the house actually was. The window panes hung at odd angles and the glass on the windows was cracked, but the wood of the house itself was pristine, shining softly in the moonlight. She shivered as a cool breeze blew over her shoulders and she picked up her step, heaving herself up onto the porch. The door creaked open on its own, as if welcoming her inside. Shawna stepped inside without any hesitation, walking into the entrance way and staring down a long hallway that led to a staircase.

The wooden floor held a heavy layer of dust, as thick as snow, and Shawna watched as the puffs of dust blew up from her footsteps. She chuckled to herself, feeling strong and proud that she alone seemed willing to enter this house. The hallway was long, much longer than it looked when she had entered, and for a moment she wondered if it was stretching in front of her. But that fear chilled as the staircase came closer and closer. She lifted one foot and placed it on the first step, about to heave herself up to the next step when a sound drifted to her from her right. Shawna turned her head, and heard the unmistakable sound of a cough. She stepped down and walked towards the sound, coming to a stop in front of a closed door. She swallowed and stepped closer.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Shawna pressed her ear against the door, straining to hear. She heard a sudden snapping sound above her head and glanced up, just in time to see a chunk of the stairs falling towards. She screamed and ducked, holding her hands above her head. Something hard hit her in the back of the head and she fell forward into the door. The door slammed inward at the force and Shawna tumbled to the floor.

Shawna splayed out on the floor in a daze, assessing the damage to her body. She felt oddly fine and slowly got up, looking around in stark confusion. The room she had tumbled into was a fully furnished bedroom, a couch sat against the wall right next to the door, a closet, and a king sized bed made up with an ornate red quilt.

All this was enough to make her stop, but Shawna gasped as a figure began to materialize next to the bed. It was transparent, showing the wall behind it, but it started to grow more solid, and Shawna could make out the features of a thirty-something man with black hair; shirtless with softly defined abs, a smirk etched across his pallid face.

Shawna blushed and felt a strong sense of arousal at the sight of the man's shirtless form. His form clarified into focus as she watched, the muscles becoming more visible and defined on his stomach and a deep innie bellybutton that made her mouth water. Shawna took a step forward instinctively, her arm reaching out to him, and she gasped in shock at her reaction. Her awe increased as she looked down at her arm, a soft glow radiated from her skin, and for a moment she stood mesmerized, rotating her arm back and forth, watching the glow streak through the air.

The man held up a hand, and a length of white rope dangled from his fingers. Shawna looked up at the figure's face, staring into the pupil-less marble white eyes, nodding her head in agreement to his unspoken question. In a wisp of air he disappeared, instantaneously appearing behind her, the rope winding over her wrists and snaking up her arms, tightly securing her arms together. Shawna moaned at the feeling and she closed her eyes.

The ropes continued to move over her body, slithering like snakes, undulating up her arms and under her shirt. They wrapped around her breasts, lifting her shirt up and over them and Shawna gasped at the cool air on her skin. Her nipples hardened and she took deep breaths, her stomach sucking in and out. The ropes moved down her body now, moving passed her stomach to her waist. The button on her jeans popped open and her pants were eased down by invisible hands. They pulled down the thin fabric of her panties as well and her aching sex dripped as it was revealed. The rope continued on, teasing her wet folds before wrapping around her ankles. She gasped, completely restrained, and she moaned, her body trembling as pleasure poured through her.

The figure materialized before now, the man even more defined, on his knees in front of her. His head moved toward her stomach and his mouth opened, his white tongue touching her stomach. Shawna gasped at the cool texture of his tongue, rough like sandpaper, but not unpleasant. He licked long broad strokes against her skin, his lips kissing and sucking, moving closer and closer to her bellybutton. He sucked her bellybutton, his tongue poking out and exploring her tender folds and wrinkles and Shawna screamed as intense pleasure tore through her like lightning.

The man looked up at her, his figure shook and split apart, forming a second body that stood up and moved behind her. The kneeling figured moved back to her stomach and licked at her bellybutton, slowly and methodically licking every inch. The standing figure pressed against her, something hard pressed against her pussy and started to fill her. She gasped, closing her eyes as she was penetrated, her juices spilling out of her like a waterfall. She moaned and trembled, the ropes keeping her still. As the icy feel of his tongue lathered her and the cool fullness of him moved inside her pussy, a smooth flow of fire began to move through her skin. Shawna moaned louder as the fire pushed through her, consuming her, moving faster and closer to her dripping sex. The thrusting and licking increased, and Shawna roared as the heat rolled through her and now out of her, erupting into a geyser as she came, spilling a wave of juices onto the floor.

As soon as she came the figure disappeared, along with the ropes and Shawna collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily on all fours. She gasped and moaned, letting the last throes of her orgasm run out of her, her head hung and her eyes closed as she savored the feeling.

Shawna moved back onto her knees, pulling her shirt down over her breasts and stomach. She stood up and pulled her panties and jeans back up, all traces of the figure and the ropes now gone, and she took her phone out of her pocket. In a daze she walked out of the room and down the hallway to the entrance way, a faint buzzing sound filled the hallway as she walked. She turned her phone up, and saw Garrett's face appear on the screen, an active call, and she put the phone down by her side. She stared out the open doorway, noting that Day's car was gone and the night sky hung heavy over her head.

Shawna walked to the threshold of open entrance way, her phone in her hands. She stared at the screen as Garrett's face leered up at her and she hesitated as all the things she wished to say evaporated from her mind. Instead, she dropped her hands, letting the phone fall from her grasp and into the dry mud on the ground. She turned and walked back into the house and back through the hallway, to the red bedroom.

Shawna striped naked. She held her hands behind her back, closing her eyes as the rope wound around them and snaked up her arms. It curled around her breasts, slithering down her legs, tying a tight knot around her ankles and Shawna moaned at how constricted she felt. Her body rose up from the ground and floated effortlessly to the bed, the soft mattress caressed her knees and forehead, her ass vulnerable and open to the air. He formed behind her, his length disappearing into her pussy as he split again. He moved into her ass, and another moved underneath her, the head of his cock pressed into her bellybutton. Finally he appeared in front of her and lifted her head and she opened her mouth to take him in. She moaned, losing herself completely, focusing only on the wonderful fullness. Eternal satisfaction.