Share The Night
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
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
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.
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.
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.”
“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.”
“I’d love to, thank you.”
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
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
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.
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.
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.
“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
“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.
The French style
pink and white stone building was nestled amongst trees in the beautiful mountain
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.
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 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.
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.
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
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.
the bright sunlight, he looked towards the lighthouse in the distance. He couldn’t seem to get
occurrences of the previous night made
The centre of town was relatively small, catering mostly for the tourist
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.
“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."
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“Ummm,” Lee stirred and opened his eyes.
“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
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.
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
*“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.
"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.)