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River

Iwake up to the sensation of rough rope biting into my wrists. The room is dim, lit only by the flickering orange light of candles scattered across the floor. My body aches, but in a way that feels strangely good. I’m on Pierce’s bed.

Pierce is standing over me, a dark smirk playing on his lips. He’s stripped to the waist, his tattooed chest gleaming in the candlelight. He looks absolutely delicious, and the confusion in my mind immediately gives way to a rush of desire.

"You're awake," he says, his voice deep and husky. "Good. I wanted to make sure you were ready."

"Ready for what?" I ask, trying to wriggle my wrists free.

"For me to have you," he replies. He reaches down and traces a finger along the inside of my thigh. I gasp, my legs instinctively spreading for him. "I've been wanting to do this for days. I've wanted to tie you up, to make you helpless, to see how you'd react."

"I've never been tied up like this and not been scared of what was coming next," I admit, feeling a spark of excitement. "It's... intense."

"That's the point," Pierce says. He climbs onto the bed and spreads my legs wide. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue delving deep into my mouth. I taste the salt of his sweat and a hint of whiskey. His hands roam over my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until they harden.

He pulls back and looks down at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Your body is ready for me, Mariposa. I can see the goosebumps on your skin."

He moves lower, licking a path down my stomach, nuzzling the sensitive skin just above my navel. He reaches between my legs and spreads me, his tongue following suit then tracing the sensitive nerve endings. I arch my back, crying out as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, applying just the right amount of pressure. I buck my hips against his face, my wrists tugging at the ropes. He releases me and moves up to kiss me again, his lips tasting of my own arousal.

"I'm going to fuck you hard, Mariposa," he says. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

He positions himself at my entrance and thrusts into me in one hard stroke. I gasp, my body adjusting to his size. He begins to move, his strokes long and deep, setting a rhythm that I can’t resist. He holds my tied wrists, the ropes digging into my skin, restricting my movement even more.

His speed is unrelenting. He places his hand on my lower stomach and applies pressure. The slight move changes the sensations so much that a loud, guttural moan leaves my lips. The sound sends Pierce over the edge. He lets go and cums, his seed filling me, his groan echoing in the room. He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed.

Pierce unties my wrists, the ropes falling away. He massages my hands, his touch gentle. "You did so good, Mariposa," he says.

"I want to stay here with you forever,” I say as a shy smile curls on my lips.

He smiles, a rare and genuine smile that lights up his face. "Then we never have to leave. We can be together forever, right here in this house."

Pierce pulls the sheets up around us, and we drift off to sleep, happy and content.

nine

River

The next morning, I wake to the smell of bacon. Pierce was already up cooking breakfast and brought it to me in bed. He looks at me and smiles, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he says. "I made you breakfast. Eat up. We have a busy day ahead of us."

I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. "Oh, you must want your dick sucked! This all smells amazing. I’m so hungry! Thank you, Pierce."

Pierce chuckles then walks over to the bed and kisses me. "You're welcome. Now, eat up. We have a lot of work to do to get this place ready for our forever."

We spend the rest of the day cleaning and organizing the house. We work together, laughing and talking as we transform the manor into a home. By the time night falls, we're exhausted but happy. We decide to spend the evening in the living room, watching the fire crackle in the fireplace.

Pierce pulls me onto his lap and I wrap my arms around him. "I love this house, Mariposa," he says. "It might be old and creepy, but it's ours now."

"I love it too," I reply. "I'm so glad I found you."

Pierce looks at me with a dark, intense gaze. "And I'm going to keep you here. Forever."

He leans in and kisses me, his lips gentle and loving. "We'll never have to leave this place. Not ever."

We kiss again and I feel a sense of contentment mixed with confusion. I look up at the ceiling, but then the thought occurs to me—what if we're not alone here? What if there are other ghosts watching us?