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She could leave,
she could find somewhere else to sleep or she could stay. She slipped into the
bed and nestled against him. He murmured something and wrapped his arms around
her. She sighed. She might pretend to herself that she still had a choice but
in her heart she knew it was made.
    They slept curled in each other’s arms
until her watch beeped at five in the morning.
    “Oh God!” She flung an arm over her eyes.
“It can’t be time.”
    Pierce nuzzled her neck. “Time for what?
Are you ready again?”
    His cock stirred against her thigh.
    “I have to film.”
    She pushed the covers from her naked body.
“What the hell did I do with my clothes?”
    “Stay naked,” he whispered. “Who’s to see
you but me? And I love you naked.”
    He was right. The night was warm. There was
no reason to wear a stitch of clothing.
    “Only if you do the same. Sauce for the
goose, you know.”
    “Only too happy to oblige.”
    He sat on the edge of the cot. “But you
have to tell me what this is all about. Why you’re here and why you’re doing
this filming, as you call it.”
    She explained to him while she located the
video recorder.
    “So my little cousin has decided to sell at
last?”
    “That’s what I understand.”
    He followed her into the dark hallway and
she switched on the light over the camera.
    “And he wants to show that the house isn’t
haunted,” he said.
    “That’s right. Well I guess there’s one
less ghost now.”
    “Oh my stepmother won’t be back. She has
nothing to draw her here now that I seem to be in the land of the living once
more.”
    He padded behind her. When she stopped to
take pictures he rested his hand on her bare ass and stroked up and down. She
felt her heart start to race again and knew she would be ready for him as soon
as they returned to the bed. Or even before that.
    Upstairs he stopped her with a hand on her
arm outside the turret room. “This was my favorite room,” he said. “I used to
sit here and read or write letters and look out over the fields to the ocean.”
    She opened the door. “I’m afraid there
aren’t too many fields left now but the water is still there.”
    The room no longer had any drapes at the
windows and moonlight flooded in, outlining a desk and chair in silver.
Bookshelves lined the walls and the light glinted on gold lettering on the
spines of dozens of books.
    “My library! Most of it’s still here.”
Pierce looked around him in delight.
    He turned her around as she finished
filming and placed his hands on her hips. “I want you again.”
    “I know.” She put her hand around his cock
and gently stroked up and down. His hands slid down the cheeks of her ass and
cupped the globes. His fingers crept inward and wriggled into her cleft. He
stroked the skin behind her vagina. The touch might have been an electric
shock. She gasped and stiffened. He probed further, one set of fingers
caressing the puckered hole, the other creeping to her pussy and her wet
opening.
    “Let’s do it on the desk.”
    She was incapable of coherent speech but
managed to nod.
    He turned her and led her up to the desk.
“Kneel on it.” Hands on her hips again, he lifted her onto the hard surface.
She inhaled scents of leather and tobacco. She sank to her knees and rested her
weight on her forearms.
    He stood behind her and continued to rain
featherlike caresses on her ass, in her cleft around and down and in and
through, spreading the moisture between the cheeks. His hands moved to her
dangling breasts and he worked them, alternately cupping and pulling them.
    He eased one finger into her moistened
anus, making her exclaim and lift her head. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “You’re
too tight and I don’t want to hurt you. We’ll get you ready for that another
time.”
    She was beyond caring what he did to her.
She was vaguely aware of the hard, cold desk pressing into her elbows and knees
but all her feelings, physical and emotional, were concentrated between