Halloween at Club Desire
Liz Gavin
Halloween at club Desire Copyright 2013 by Liz Gavin
Published by Elessar Books All rights reserved, including the right to publish this book or portions thereof (except for reviews, news media reports, brief quotes with attribution, and purposes of promotion of this book or other novels by Liz Gavin) in any form whatsoever. This book is a work of fiction. All characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The material in this book is for mature audiences only because it contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only. All participants in sexual activities within this book are over the age of 18.
Table of Contents Chapter 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 6 Other books by Liz Gavin
Chapter 1
I can’t wait to get to club Desire for a little private Halloween celebration. I’ve missed Marcel so much. I’m so eager to see him again that I leave my Bel Air mansion at three in the morning - three hours before the time my flight leaves LAX airport. I couldn’t sleep so I decided to get up and drive to the airport instead of waking up the driver. I wasn’t able to ditch the bodyguards, though. They follow me around since those stupid letters started coming in the mail. Who still writes letters, anyway? When my last movie opened and turned into another huge hit, some crazy fan, or someone just plainly crazy, started writing threatening letters to me. My PA, Henry, reads and sorts out my mail so he showed some of them to me. I just told him to get rid of those things. Even though it happened over six months ago, I remember that day vividly. As I drive the little convertible through the winding streets, with a smile on my lips and the wind blowing my red curls, I replay that conversation in my mind.
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6 months earlier
Sprawled on a big, soft couch, I was reading some kinky novel in the library, my favorite room of the house. Henry stormed in and threw a bunch of sheets of paper on my lap. They were covered in words and letters cut-out from magazines and newspapers, which made them look like something out of an old-fashioned, film noir flick. You know, those classic black and white
films where some Bogart-looking actor plays an anti-hero, usually a cynical private detective. He’s approached by a mysterious femme fatale who wishes to hire him either to find out who’s after her or to help her get rid of someone. “What’s that, sweetie? The studio head’s idea of a clever pitch for a remake? Or did the printer break down?” “Very funny, Clara. They’re the letters I’ve told you about. There’s a new one every day. Sometimes two. We should go to the police.” “Nonsense! Forget about them.” “I can’t. You’re in danger.” “You’re overreacting. I’m not in danger. Throw them away. Burn them. I don’t care what you do, just get rid of these letters. They don’t mean anything.” “But, they say they’ll take you away. They go into a lot of details about what they’ll do to you once they get you. I must confess I have nightmares about some of them. We can’t sit on our hands and do nothing.” I grabbed a few of them, skimmed them over and showed them to my overzealous assistant. “Here, darling, look. They say they’ll teach me a lesson because I’m a slut who ruined George Clooney’s marriage. You know I didn’t wreck George’s marriage in real life. My character had an affair with his character in a damn movie. Why would I worry about these letters, for crying out loud? They’re a load of crap.” “Because whoever is writing them is clearly insane, that’s why. There’s no need to be afraid of mentally healthy people.”
I petted the couch beside me. After hesitating for a couple of seconds, Henry sat beside me and I ran a hand over his muscled thigh. “Relax, will you?” I kept stroking his leg as I spoke softly in his ear. “I’m not afraid of this lunatic. I don’t want to lose my precious freedom over something so ridiculous. And that’s what’s going to happen if Peter finds out about these threats, you know.” I kissed his neck before tracing his ear with the tip of my tongue. He shivered, but went on talking, although his voice sounded throaty. “As your manager, that is his job. Besides, I saw somebody following us in a tinted-glass SUV the other day.” Henry’s breath was choppy by then, which was an excellent sign, since I had been trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck, along his tightly set jaw. I nibbled his earlobe while he stroked my inner thigh, under my short skirt, until he reached its top. His hot palm pressed my sex and I spread my legs further apart to give him better access. I mirrored his movements and cupped his crotch. He hissed and I chuckled against the soft skin of his neck. Goosebumps make it less soft, but so much enticing so I couldn’t resist licking it. “Henry, sweetie, people follow me everywhere all the time,” I caressed his cheek with my nose and pecked him on the lips, breathing inside his mouth. “Forget about those letters. I can be a real slut, but few people know about it. After all, the media prefer to show me as the nice, next-door type of girl.” I giggled again as I ran my hands up his wide chest until I tunneled my fingers through his black, curly hair and pulled him down for a smoldering kiss. I had started that little sexy game to distract him, but the argument and his naughty fingers had piqued my interest. I needed
to let off some steam and my favorite way to do that was sex. And Henry is always ready to help me out in these occasions, or any other occasion involving sex, for that matter. I ran my tongue over his full lower lip and when he gasped I slid it inside his mouth and stroked his velvety one. He moaned when I bit his lower lip. He sighed and before I knew it he was lying flat under me on the couch as I straddled him without breaking our kiss. I devoured his mouth as I rubbed the soft parts of my body against his quite hard one. After he pulled my tank top over my head and off me, I opened his shirt and slid its sleeves to his elbows. As our skins touched, electric shocks ran through my body and I saw his muscles ripple under the taut skin of his chest. That vision got hot moisture pooling down inside me and when his erection poked at my soaked panties, they got drenched. I nestled his hard member under my body and he trembled. “Oh, god, you’re gorgeous and you feel awesome.” “Do you like it when I ride you, my pet?” He grabbed my waist, pulling me down on him, moving my body up and down his own, thrusting his hips up. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it got out anyway. I grabbed his shoulders for balance and when he spoke again, his voice was strangled. “I love it when you’re on top of me because I can go deeper inside your tight body. Do it, please. Guide my hard cock inside you. I want to feel you squeezing me.” “Patience, sweetie. Let’s have some fun, first.” I reached for the side table, opened the little drawer and found a black silk scarf. His wicked smile was all the encouragement I needed. I loved role-playing with Henry sometimes. So did he. I bent over and kissed his beautiful brown eyes closed before tying the makeshift blindfold around his head.
Air caught in his throat when I grazed his sensitive nipples with my fingernails. They pebbled immediately. He was so responsive. I licked then sucked them until he bucked under me. I laughed, running my thumb over his lip. He bit its tip, sucking it inside his mouth. My turn to gasp as extra moisture flooded my pussy. Amazing sensations filled my body and I squeezed my thighs around his hips and he thrust his hips so up that he dislodges me. “What’s the matter? Uncomfortable? Want me to stop?” “No, please, don’t ever stop. I’ll behave.” I chuckled when he clenched his hands together over his head in a clear attempt to control his body’s reaction. This new position granted me free access to his wide chest so I moved fast to feast on his quivering flesh. Each time I licked or grazed my teeth over his skin, Henry moaned or sighed; but he didn’t move his hips under my body again. Feeling the tension in the muscles of his thighs. I leaned down and kissed him slowly and gently. “Very well, sweetie. Be a good pet and I may let you come. Soon.” Because he couldn’t see my face behind the scarf, he believed my firm voice, but the truth was I was bluffing. I could barely control my own release and I was dying to feel him inside me. I laced my fingers through his, kissing him again, still rubbing my soft mound over his hard erection. It twitched and poked at my silk panties. I reached down between our sweaty bodies, opened the zipper, and freed his throbbing cock. I closed my fingers around that gorgeous part of his anatomy, rubbed the smooth skin then thumbed the head where a droplet had gathered. He seemed fascinated as he observed me sucking his essence from my thumb. I let my thumb out of my mouth with a pop then inserted it in Henry’s hot mouth as I guided the tip of his cock to my hot entrance. He wheezed when the silky head connected with my wet folds,
and when he threw his head back, I took advantage of the position to suck on a very sensitive spot at hollow of his throat. “God, Clara! You’ll be the death of me,” he wailed, moving his hips upwards to meet mine. As he penetrated me, I untied the blindfold. I wanted to stare into his gorgeous eyes as I fucked his brains out. I moved slowly, riding him, swaying my hips, controlling the rhythm of our bodies as his member filled me completely. When he hit my sweet spot, I let out a low moan. He cupped my large breasts and rolled my hard nipples between his fingers. It took my breath away; and it was my turn to throw my head back and close my eyes as sizzling sensations took over my body: his steel-hard member moving in and out of me, his fingers pulling at my nipples, his hips swaying under me. I moved over him as slowly as I could; but I knew my orgasm was just around the corner when I felt the first spasms. My breathing got rough. So did Henry’s. I felt his orgasm wouldn’t take long either when his body tightened under mine. “Bend over, Clara. I need to taste you.” I did so and he clamped his mouth over one nipple, biting and sucking at it with a fierce hunger that shocked me. Henry loved to play with my breasts, but I had never seen him so out of control. I whimpered and picked up speed. His urgency spurred mine. When he moved to the other nipple, repeating his hungry assault, my inner walls contracted around his member, squeezing him tight and setting off his orgasm. “Henry, don’t stop.” My body clutched his further when I reached my own climax. It was so overwhelming that I lost touch with reality for a few precious seconds. There was nothing else in the world
except our sweaty, slick bodies rubbing against each other, fueling the fires of ecstasy that scorched us both. We gasped, moaned, kissed, bit, pinched, twisted and rolled. Our bodies already knew the dance so our minds were free to explore a world of sensations, colors and tastes. We soared up and came crashing down together until the waves of pleasure subsided enough to let our hearts slow down a bit. But, my breathing was still elaborate as I collapsed over his spent body. Henry embraced me and kissed my closed eyelids. “Gosh, I don’t think I can move for the rest of the day.” “So don’t,” I snuggled beside him without opening my eyes. “Shut up and sleep a little. I need to recover, too.” He laughed at my mockingly serious tone and kissed the top of my head, “What if someone comes in? The door isn’t locked, you know.” “I don’t care. That’s part of the fun. Besides, nobody’s going to say anything to anybody about us if they find us together. That’s the beauty of confidentiality agreements, which you know all members of my staff sign.” I chuckled against the damp skin of his chest, liking the salty surface as his breathing got even. Content, I fell asleep, too.
CHAPTER 2
A loud honk gets me back to right now and I refocus on my surroundings. Traffic lights had changed but I was too distracted by naughty memories to notice and some nice Californian driver is reminding me I need to pay attention to what I’m doing. I apologize, shift into first gear and move forward. Soon, I get to the airport and park in the long-term parking lot. The bodyguards are right behind me. Although it’s early, I take the TSA's PreCheck line, which ensures me swift access to the departure concourse, always followed by the faithful entourage of secret-agent-looking guys that my manager has hired against my better judgement. It turns out the steamy sex distracted Henry only temporarily. My stubborn assistant showed the damn letters to Peter and now I have these bodyguards following me everywhere. But there’s no way I’ll let them know about Club Desire. Once we get to New Orleans, I’ll have to be creative to ditch them. I’m good at avoiding the most vicious paparazzi so I’m pretty sure I can handle four men who work for me. However, if they are as stubborn as dear Henry is, there’s always that little thing called ‘confidentiality clause’ on the contracts they had to sign when they started working for me. Still, I’d rather they didn’t find out about my sex adventures in the French Quarter. I smile as I remember the little art gallery on Royal Street that serves as the perfect disguise for one of the best, most exclusive sex clubs in the world - Club Desire. My final destination today is a very well-kept secret and its clients want to keep it that way. No exception here. Being a movie star means it’s impossible to take a regular flight without being recognized. I don’t mind it. I patiently sign the autographs and pose for the pictures my fans ask me to take with me. The security team, on the other hand, go wild when I do this. For all I care,
they can scowl at me all they want. I’d never disappoint my fans because of some immaterial threat. “Miss Hervaux, I’m sorry. We need to go. They are boarding our flight,” one of the men gently holds my arm and apologizes to my fans before dragging me towards the gate. “Sorry to touch you like this, madam; but, they were crowding you and we worried it could get out of control.” “No biggie, Jerry. I know you’re only doing your job.” I give him my trademark million-dollar smile and he answers me with a yellow one of his own. He starts walking funny and I notice the bulge tenting his black slacks. I bet he’s uncomfortable. Not wanting to make matters worse, I keep the wisecrack that pops up in my head to myself. It’s Peter’s fault for having hired four horny bodyguards to work for a pin-up looking movie star. Pardon me if I sound cocky. I’m just being realistic. My appearance is my livelihood so I know exactly how good I look or how men react to my appearance. On second thought, Peter likes his men strong, but dumb. Maybe that’s the criteria he used when he and Henry were recruiting my security team. These four men are handsome and strong. I bet Peter gawked at their powerful biceps and rippling six-packs instead of listening to their answers during their interviews. At least Henry is straight. I can only hope he’s vetted the dumbest ones.
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CHAPTER 3
Upon arriving in New Orleans, a town car awaits us with Rob, my driver, beside it. He opens the door for us to climb in and gets behind the wheel. Jerry and his colleagues do their best to act natural; but I sense their discomfort. I’m not happy about the whole thing either. So I look out of the window and sip from my bottle of water. Damn traffic jam is driving me crazy. “Ma’am, traffic is completely backed up on the 10. I can get off here and take Tulane Avenue.” “Yes, do that, Rob. I’m in a hurry.” “Very well, ma’am.” He knows New Orleans like the back of his hand; but I’m too impatient today to appreciate it. I look out the limo’s tinted glass again. I barely notice the buildings as we pass by them because my mind is dominated by scorching scenes from the last time I visited. Which cause shivers of anticipation to travel down my spine, concentrating in my lower body. We had a steamy, kinky night exactly a year ago today. I feel hot liquid pooling inside me at the memories. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm down. It doesn’t work. Such sizzling hot memories, combined with the Ben Wa balls I inserted while on the plane, are playing havoc with my body, making my inner walls throb. I squirm on the leather seat as my clitoris gets as hard as a pebble, begging for release. Breathing becomes increasingly ragged. I look at the bodyguards. Three sit across from me while the other one sits across from the door on my right. Although they’re not looking at me, they’ve been trained to sense whatever is going on around them. So, I control the urge to play with myself to lessen the pressure building in my pussy. Instead, I’m forced to resort to the second best option in this situation. I
cross my legs and squeeze them tightly together. Hope some Kegel exercises, contracting and relaxing my pelvic floor muscles, may do the trick. I sigh softly and keep looking out of the window, pretending to study the view of the town where I was born and raised. Even though the tension eases off a little, I feel like a sex time-bomb, which can go off at any time, after very little provocation. Thankfully, I note we’re cruising down the hotel street seconds before the car pulls up in front of it. Rob’s voice booms over the intercom. “Here we are, ma’am.” “Thank you, Rob.” Jerry and his gang climb out of the limo first and check the street before one of them holds the hotel door open for me. Jerry stretches his hand to help me out of the back seat. I grab it and smile up at him. “Thank you, Jerry.” Henry’s booked my usual penthouse suite while the bodyguards will sleep in a room on floor below. But I’m sure they’ll keep an eye on my door and the hotel lobby like hawks. So after check-in procedures go smoothly and fast, a smiling clerk hands me the keycard to my suite. When Jerry gets the card to their room, I yawn and stagger to the elevators. Pretending to be a little groggy, I turn to Jerry when we board the elevator. “Guys, we got up way too early plus the jet lag’s killing me. It’s less than twenty-four hours since we returned from the movie set in Tokyo. I’m beat. You must be, too. I’m heading straight to bed for a nap before I go out into town. Is that okay with you?” “Yes, that’s fine. But we need to check the suite before you go in, Miss Hervaux.” I nod and stand in the corridor as they do so.
“All clear, ma’am. You can go in. If you need us, just call our room.” “Will do, thanks. Bye.” I close my door but use the peephole to check if they all take the elevator or one is left behind to stand guard by my door. When they do, I get out of my room and run down the emergency stairs. Getting out of the hotel through a side door, I quickly cover the short distance to Royal Street. When I stop in front of the art gallery, I’m short of breath, but excited to go in and meet Marcel - my favorite ghost.
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CHAPTER 4
I enter the store and cross it as fast as I can, ignoring the gorgeous works of art and avoiding the few customers inside, until I reach a door at the back, which hides Club Desire from the rest of the world. I knock hard on the heavy wooden door, shifting my weight, because it’s almost impossible to stand still. There’s too much going in my lower body right now. Too much pressure building there; the metal balls and the run from the hotel did the trick. Now I’m dying to fuck somebody. Anybody. As if she had heard my thoughts, the club hostess opens the door halfway to check who’s standing behind it before she opens it wide. My knees go weak. Jenny’s in front of me, smiling that dimpled, irresistible smile of hers. Looking at her sinful mouth, I remember the first time my favorite Dom invited her to play with us at Club Desire. My sex quivers as kinky images pop up in my head. The damn Ben Wa balls aren’t helping either. I moan and her smile broadens. Her expression, wicked. I can’t say I don’t like it though. I return her smile. “Hey, Jenny. Long time no see.” “Hi, Miss Hervaux, it’s been a year. Please, come on in.” She invites me in without moving away an inch, which forces me to brush against her leather-clad body in order to step across the threshold. Sparks fly at once and my insides melt when I hear Jenny hiss. She’s as happy to see me as I am seeing her. Naughty little temptress that she is, Jenny bends over the table to check her tablet and confirm my reservation. Her sensual pose leaves the bottom half of two round butt cheeks on display for me. I curl my hands into fists, keeping them close to my body, to avoid reaching out and grabbing her perfect buttocks.
“You’ve booked your usual suite; but there isn’t a request for any staff in particular to entertain you, ma’am. Who would you like me to send upstairs?” “Nobody.” My request isn’t unusual because Club Desire members sometimes arrange to meet with other members for their scenes. We don’t always request staff. However, disappointment shows clearly on Jenny’s expression, when she turns around to face me, and I see she swallows hard. “Very well, ma’am. Follow me, please.” Although I know my way around Club Desire quite well, it’s the standard procedure for the stunning hostesses to greet and show members to their rooms. Out of the many young women working at the Club as hostesses, Jenny happens to be my favorite. She climbs the stairs ahead of me, hypnotically swaying her hips. Her red skirt is so short that the bottom of her buttocks peeps out at me with every step she takes. My mouth dries out and the Ben Wa balls clicking inside me make my body beg for release. I’ve had sex with only one woman in my life: gorgeous Jenny, who’s tempting me right now without even trying. Steamy, sexy memories of that wild afternoon over a year ago come rushing to my head and I swallow hard and concentrate on climbing the stairs. My movements increase the pressure inside my pussy as sweat beads cover my forehead. I need release. Like right now! At the doorway to the suite, Jenny repeats her little trick of standing in the way, compelling me to rub against her body as I cross the threshold. It’s the last straw. I forget the solid reasons why I shouldn’t touch her. the ones I’ve been reminding myself since she opened the door to the Club. I pin her small frame to the closed door and smash her mouth with mine. I bite her lower lip as she runs her hands up my thighs to grab my butt and pull me closer to her. I grind my
drenched crotch against her soft stomach. I had forgotten how short Jenny is, even in those impossibly high heels she always wears. “I missed you, ma’am.” “I missed you, too, Clara.” We laugh at the inside joke as I rest my forehead on hers, and we both regain some much needed control. She had been the Domme the first time we had sex at Club Desire. “Sorry. I’m not here for you, or Sam, or anyone else.” “Sorry to hear that,” her warm hands caress my back up until they stop on my shoulders. “I’d hoped we’d have some fun.” “Well, if you have a little time to spare, we can have some fun for old times’ sake. What do you say?” Lifting her tight dress up, my fingertips find the hot, taut skin of her midriff in a light caress, which leaves goosebumps in its wake. “I do need to go back shortly. Let’s make it quick.” She moves her soft hands along my body as she speaks and I smile at her boldness. She cups my breasts, making them spill out of my top, before I can say a word. She squeezes them together and kisses each top, her gaze never leaving mine. “I love them, you know.” Having trouble to find my voice, I nod. Jenny chuckles at the evidence of my mental state, grabs my waist and spins me around to face the closed door. She’s in control now and I sigh my relief. I’m such a control freak in real life that fantasy me relishes submitting to the expert Masters, or this specific Mistress, at Club Desire.
Jenny’s hands go on exploring my body. Leaving my breasts, moving down my front, she splays them on my belly. Pulling me against her, she spreads my legs apart with her thigh. When her wicked palm finds my soaked panties, cupping me over the thin lacy material, I throw my head back and whimper. “Miss Hervaux, what have we here? I dare say you are happy to see me.” Jenny’s hot tongue inside my ear makes me shiver under her touch. “I am.” To my own ears, my voice sounds strange, distant. I can barely hear it because I feel like I’m drowning in the sensations she arouses in me. My pussy walls have been throbbing since I left the hotel. Now they are quivering and I know an orgasm isn’t far away. A humungous one at that. “I feel your sex pulsing under my palm,” Jenny whispers inside my ear as she moves my panties to one side and inserts a slender finger in me. “It’s so hot.” When her digit probes inside me, she finds out why my body is at breaking point. “Hmm, somebody’s been very naughty!” She cups me again, pressing lightly before withdrawing her hand. I squirm. A desperate moan escapes my lips when my throat gets too dry for me to speak. I try to rub my butt against her stomach; but Jenny’s grip on my body is surprisingly strong. Or I’m too weaken by the fiery desire consuming me from the inside. I want to burst into the flames of the glorious orgasm I feel lurking just beneath the surface. But the vixen Mistress denies me that. She keeps it at bay. I whimper at the verge of begging. “How long have you had these balls for?” “Don’t know. Couple of hours.”
My raspy voice betrays how difficult breathing has become. I press my forehead against the door, making a superhuman effort not to turn around and ravish the sexy torturer. “I need release,” I manage to speak through clenched teeth. “I’ll say. It’s about time you got them out.” She pulls my head back towards hers and kisses me as she walks us both away from the door, towards the huge colonial-style bed that dominates the bedroom. I love this suite with its old-fashioned décor; although I don’t see any of that now. Jenny pushes me and, as I fall on the bed, I pull her over me. We keep kissing, devouring each other’s mouths, and Jenny moves her knee between my legs. As her soft tongue caresses mine, her hands knead my breasts. I whimper against her cheek. She moans when her hand moves slowly down to my navel and my throbbing sex. Her long fingers play with my body before they press on my clit. The exquisite sensations spreading from the hard nub take my breath away. I writhe on the bed, throw my head back on the pillows, and beg for mercy. There’s no shame for me. Only blinding desire. Only scorching want. “Jenny, please, I need to come. Now!” “Your wish is my command, gorgeous.” Without warning, Jenny pulls the chain that links the little metal balls and they come out of me in one fluid, quick motion. The orgasm that hits me then is so intense, so overwhelming, I think I pass out. My body shakes from head to toes. My thighs tremble. My throat dries out. Moving my head from side to side, I open my mouth to speak. No sound comes out. My eyes glaze over so I close them, which makes the sensations even stronger. “You’re a vision when you climax.”
Although Jenny’s voice sounds far away, I feel her hands cupping my cheeks, her thumbs rub my lips, before her mouth covers mine in a sweet kiss. Gradually, I return to earth from whatever stretch of heaven she has taken me to. Opening mine, I stare into her beautiful blue eyes, smiling at the gorgeous temptress. “Thank you. I needed that. I owe you one.” “You’re welcome. This one’s one me, though. Happy Halloween, sweet Clara!” As I drift into sleep, I hear the door closing behind her. The satisfied smile playing on my lips becomes a naughty one when I realize I can finally meet Marcel again.
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CHAPTER 5
I’d been so eager to get to Club Desire for my Halloween celebration. At last, I can sleep and meet Marcel. Being a ghost, who’s been cursed and bound to this house for all eternity, makes it hard for him to meet me any other way. I can see and talk to him while most people can’t. They just sense an eerie energy when he’s around. On the other hand, anyone staying at Club Desire will be able to interact with him, if he decides to visit them in their dreams. Here he comes, gorgeous and dandy as always, wearing a nineteenth century outfit: burgundy velvet jacket, crispy white shirt, and black riding pants and boots. I extend my arms and offer him my hands, which he grabs, bows over, and kisses. Always the perfect gentleman. “I’ve missed you terribly, beautiful Clara. Why did you stay away for so long?” “Business. Work. Nothing important.” I smile into his eyes wondering, not for the first time, how many hearts he must have broken before he was trapped by an evil witch in this very room and left to die, over a hundred and fifty years ago. He winks and laughs at my frown, probably reading my thoughts as I know he can do; but, choosing not to disclose the information. Putting an arm around my shoulders, Marcel guides me to a nice spot under shady trees where a picnic basket rests next to a blanket stretched on a slope overlooking a gorgeous lake. The basket’s contents are carefully arranged, inviting us to savor a relaxing meal. “I love this spot. Thank you for bringing me here. I can visit people in their dreams even though I can’t control the circumstances.” “I’m glad you like it. It’s the lake behind the house where I grew up. I love it, too.”
I hold his face between my hands and pull him for a kiss. He takes his time playing with me, running the tip of his tongue over my lips, teasing me. He bites the corner of my mouth and I tug at his hair. “You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you? I had to wait a whole solitary year to hold you in my arms again. Can’t I play with your sweet mouth for a little while?” Chuckling, I let go of his hair and grab his shoulders, instead. Running my hands down his back until I reach his rear end, I pull his body against mine. I giggle when his steel-hard erection pokes my soft folds. “If you can wait so can I.” Giving up his teasing ways, Marcel kisses me with renewed passion. I open my lips to invite him in and he wastes no time to plunder my mouth. His tongue finds mine and we wrestle for control until I surrender it to him, molding my body to his and lacing my arms behind his neck. He grabs my butt, pulls me closer, rubbing his body against mine, mimicking the sexual act. I moan and he releases my mouth. His breathing is ragged in my ear. “It turns out I cannot wait, after all,” he laughs at his own self-deprecating joke. “I’d rather not make love to you in your dream, though. We can do so any time of the year. Tonight’s Halloween. Let’s celebrate it more accordingly, shall we?” “Yes, of course! That’s why I came. Halloween’s the only night when you can take on physical form and exist in my world. I wouldn’t miss it for anything, my sweet Marcel.”
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When I wake up on the huge bed at Club Desire, Marcel is lying on his side, looking down at me, wearing only his birth suit and the naughtiest smile I’ve ever seen. A mouthwatering vision. His head rests on one hand while the other caresses the outside of my thigh. Jenny didn’t take my clothes off as we’d been in too much of a hurry. Now I wish she had because I feel overdressed. Not to mention, Marcel’s soft hand stops caressing me when it gets to the hem of my skirt. A low groan escapes me and his fingers snake under the skin-tight skirt to continue climbing up my body, hitching it up as they go. “Hello, gorgeous.” “Hi, Marcel.” Cupping his cheek with my hand, I run my thumb over his lower lip and he smiles, closing his eyes as if to better savor the sensation of skin against skin. “God, it’s so good to feel you touching me like this. Feel my hands on your flesh.” He finds the thin zipper hidden on the side of the skirt and slides in down. He palms my butt cheeks as he pulls the piece of clothing down and off my body. I kick it off the bed, not caring where it lands. “It’s not the same when you’re a ghost for me, either. I can see and talk to you. I can feel you; but it’s more like a feathery touch, a brush of something silky or velvety. On Halloween, it’s different. I can really feel you. The effects of your flesh rubbing against mine always amaze me.” Strong muscles bulge underneath the skin of his back, as he bends and work the tiny metal buckles on my high heels and takes them off, before returning to caress my neck with his open lips. I throw my head back, giving him better access and he finds a sensitive spot. First, he
licks it; then, he sucks hard on it. Jolts of energy travel straight down my body, concentrating in my already scorching hot sex. Without missing a beat or leaving that sweet spot unattended, Marcel pulls my top over my head, forcing my arms up, and parks it when it reaches my elbows. The tight material of the top keeps me from moving my arms effectively trussing me. He pulls my bra down thrusting my large breasts up, without removing the bra. I’m trapped under his touch, my tits exposed to his hungry gaze and hot touch. I whimper when he closes his mouth over one pink nipple, sucking at it until it’s hard. That’s when he sinks his teeth on it making me scream my pleasure. He repeats the delicious torture on the twin peak and I go wild. “Oh, you’re unbelievable.” “Haunting a sex club does give me some advantage. I’ve picked on a trick or two over the years. Grab the headboard. Don’t let go of it.” I stretch my arms until I find the metal bars. The top’s still locking my elbows together. The bra’s still framing my big boobs where the hard nipples still glister from his wet kisses. I close my eyes when his head descends towards my chest. “Watch me.” The sight of his black curls against my white skin is enticing; but I use all my willpower to keep my heavy lids open as the most exquisite sensations burn my skin everywhere he touches. He places open-mouth kissed under my breasts; then, traces a wet zigzagging line with the tip of his tongue until my belly button. His teeth graze the taut skin beneath it and the sensation shots straight to my clit. I arch my back and his mouth abandons me. I’m not ashamed to mewl. “Keep still.”
The hungry twinkle in his eyes fuel my desire as his hard tone scolds me. I nod in agreement and flatten my back on the mattress; but, I don’t try to hide my naughty smile. I see the corners of his lips move upwards before that wicked mouth resumes torturing me. “Good girl.” The words blow hot air on my wet panties and I hiss at the exquisite feeling. The flimsy triangle of lace covering my sex offers no resistance when Marcel’s teeth sink into the elastic band holding it and rip my panties off my body. I gasp when his expert, flat tongue connects with my pussy, licking my folds from bottom to top. “What happened? Did you play with yourself before I arrived?” My cheeks burn and I avoid his eyes. “Come on, sweetie. You know I can’t afford to be jealous. I’m not your Master either. I can’t claim you or your delectable body. I’m just curious. You’re free to have sex with whoever you choose. I won’t punish you for that.” “I was eager to get here. You’ve been the only one in my mind for the last couple of weeks. I haven’t felt like having sex with anyone; not even Henry.” “Who’s that?” “My personal assistant. And my current lover. You know I don’t date.” “Because you don’t want to.” I shrug his comment off and smile. “On the plane, coming here, I decided to use my brand-new Ben Wa balls. Unfortunately, rush hour traffic delayed us and it took me forever to get to Club Desire.” Marcel goes back to kissing my breasts and I have to concentrate extra hard to finish the story.
“I had to run half the way from the hotel down here to avoid my bodyguards finding me.” “Bodyguards?” “That’s a long story better left for later.” I won’t be able to get into that while his hot lips find my hard nipple and he rolls it over his tongue. “I bet you were a mess by the time you came to the club.” He speaks with his mouth full of my soft flesh. It’s so sexy I squirm and moan. “Exactly. Then, Jenny greeted me at the door and brought me up to the suite. It was too much temptation” I wince, hissing between gritted teeth when his finger circles my clit before tapping on it while his mouth switches over to my other nipple. “Did she take care of you like this?” Marcel inserts two fingers inside me, stretching my slippery flesh. When he crooks a digit and finds the sweet spot on the front wall of my sex, pressing hard on it, I can’t breathe. My voice is hoarse when I answer him. “Not quite like that, no. Oh, Marcel, it feels great. Don’t stop.” “I won’t. I’m just starting.” He moves over me to straddle my hips, kissing the top of my nose. His fingers never leave me. He synchronizes the movements of his tongue as he licks the soft skin of my breasts with the stabbing movements of his fingers in and out of my trembling pussy. I go wild. My hands shake the metal headboard, I close my eyes, and holler my frustration when he slows down his fingers then withdraws them completely. “Marcel, stop teasing me. Take me. Now!”
“Patience, love. We’ll get there.” He unhooks my bra and tosses it over his shoulder before pulling my top the rest of the way up my arms and off me. No more barriers separate our bodies now. He releases my hold on the metal bars and laces our fingers together, bringing our hands to the sides of my head. Still straddling me, the wet head of his cock resting on my belly, he bends down to cover my mouth with his hungry lips. I brace myself for a fierce assault and lose myself in the sweetest kiss we’ve ever shared. Marcel plays with my senses, tangling his tongue with mine, licking the back of my teeth, and sucking my lower lip into his mouth. I can barely breathe. “You’re killing me,” I whisper inside his open mouth. He releases my hands so his can cup the sides of my breasts, knead them, move south again towards my neglected pussy. Stretching his powerful body beside mine, Marcel groans softly as he kisses the hollow at the base of my throat and I roar when his fingers enter me again. I scratch his back and feel his smile against my breasts in reply. He keeps a slow rhythm to the stabbing movements of his fingers in and out of my soaking wet folds. When his teeth close around one hard nipple again, I trust my hips up. He slaps my sex and bites my breast at the same time. “Naughty Clara! I’ve told you. Keep still.” I run my hands down his back until I reach his hard buttocks, which I grab in defiant response. It’s his turn to hiss when I part his cheeks and tease him with the tip of my index finger. He spreads my tremulous thighs with his strong ones then kneels between my legs, and I can’t reach his round butt anymore. He locks his blazing gaze to mine before moving it slowly, from the disheveled red curls covering the pillows, down past heaving breasts and hard nipples moist by his kisses, until it
reaches the wet curls crowning my sex. It feels like he’s touching me with his fingers instead of his eyes. Without warning, Marcel grabs my ankles and folds my legs until my feet reach my thighs, holding me in place as he keeps staring, as if studying my contracting folds. I don’t mind the exposure, though. I feel moisture pooling inside me, threatening to overflow. The longer he ogles at my pussy, the more my body reacts, and the more difficult it is for me to breathe. “Oh, god, Marcel. I swear you can make me climax just by eyeing me like that.” I squiggle and fist the silk sheets in my hands. He lifts his gaze back to my face in the same slow, languish movement, and the throbbing intensifies inside me. His cock is also in full alert. I see it twitching and I know he’s suffering as much as I am. Good. I lick my dry lips without taking my eyes off of his engorged member. “Please, Marcel, let me taste you. I want you, so badly.” “And I, you, my precious. Your body seems to beckon me to feast on you. I also want to bury myself in you and make love until we are both so spent we can’t move. I have an idea to solve this little dilemma.” Marcel turns his back to me, straddling me again, and moves over me until his hard member hovers over my head. I giggle when I grasp his intention and swat one of his butt cheeks. “Who’s naughty now?” I stop talking when he spreads my thighs apart until my knees reach the mattress and buries his tongue inside me. “Why are you still talking? If you don’t want to play I’ll just go,” he chuckles against me and the vibrations that ripple through my body almost throw me tumbling over the edge.
“I’ll behave,” I promise in a feeble voice. “Please, don’t.” He laughs again, but I silence him when I grab his cock in both my hands and swirl the tip of my tongue around its head, sucking the moisture that had gathered there. “Yes, sir.” I insert the tip of his member inside my mouth before speaking because I know the vibrations will also make him gasp. He pants, then, moans and thrusts his hips down, shoving his dick down my throat. I’m so riveted by the delicious sensations his fingers, teeth, and tongue create in my body that I just go with the flow. He swirls his tongue around my hard clit before sucking at it and making me see stars. I mirror his movements and graze his shaft a little before licking and sucking it. For long moments, our gasps and moans fill the room. When I cradle his balls in the palm of my hand, I feel him twitch inside my mouth and his body tighten over mine. I know his about to climax, but so am I. My inner walls are clamped tightly around his fingers and tongue. He raises his head to look at me over his shoulder. I release his cock. Both of us out of breath, and a bright light glinting in his eyes tells me he doesn’t want to unload himself in my mouth. Neither do I. He repositions himself over me, planting his hands on my knees to keep them down on the mattress. I grab his cock and guide it to my sex. He rests his forehead on mine and closes his eyes when I penetrate my pussy with his hard member for just a couple of inches. Then, he opens his eyes wide when I let go of his cock. “Your turn.”
I take advantage of his momentary daze to free my knees, wrap my legs around his hips, and lock my feet behind his back, pulling him down. He doesn’t waste any time. Instead of penetrating me inch by inch, at an excruciatingly slow pace, as he usually does, Marcel buries his cock to the hilt inside my pussy, in one swift movement. I think he stabs at my womb; but, I don’t care. “That’s it, Marcel! Take me. Fuck me as hard and as deep as you can.” He kneels on the bed and sits me up on his thighs. I sob at the striking sensations this new position creates. I grab his shoulders for support and kiss his eyelids, his brow, his nose, his cheeks and his lips, as Marcel thrusts his hips upward and I move my body down on him, circling my hips. “God, you fit like a glove around me. You’re so tight!” “You’re huge, that’s why. Not complaining, though.” I arch my back and close my eyes to savor the emotions. Our bodies are sleek as a thin layer of sweat covers our skins. My body starts to contract so fast around his cock that I find it difficult to move. I roar when a harder wave of ecstasy steals my ability to think. Marcel explodes inside me, and the jets of hot liquid hitting my womb and inner walls intensify my orgasm. At the same time, my body’s spasms make his pleasure stronger. “Clara, you’re amazing. You feel fantastic.” He seizes my mouth in another deep, passionate kiss as we embrace and rub against each other, riding the overwhelming waves of pleasure that fill our bodies and souls with a fire that scorches and soothes at the same time. We soar as high as the moon and stars; our limbs, entangled; our bodies, hot and sweaty.
When we slowly return to the reality of the room and the twisted sheets on the bed, our mouths are still locked in a never-ending kiss. As his body softens inside me, we’re still holding on to each other, like two drowning people in the middle of a stormy sea. We tumble together on the bed, Marcel turns me on my side, fitting my back to his front and throwing an arm around my waist to keep me close. His fingers move my hair to one side before he kisses my nape and I shiver. I’m so sated and exhausted that I fall asleep right away so I don’t register Marcel’s soft snoring in my ear. ****
CHAPTER 6 I don’t know how long we’ve slept, snuggled up like that, but it feels like centuries because I’m refreshed and recharged. I turn to face Marcel and discover he’s fully awake. I stretch out in his arms, laughing at his smug expression. “What? Did I say something incriminating in my sleep?” “No. It’s just that when you look at me with your sparkling green eyes and stretch like that, you remind me of a happy, sated cat.” “I can’t help it. I’m happy and sated and that’s probably why my eyes are shining. As for stretching; well, let’s just say I need to do it if I ever want to walk again,” I smile and kiss his lips. “Besides, I’m getting ready for round two.” He laughs, pecking my cheek, when I reach down between our bodies and close my hand around his shaft. “You’re incorrigible, you know that? It’s a good thing I’m dead or I don’t think I’d survive your sex drive.” He strokes my cheek with his knuckles. “I need a breather if that’s okay with you.” “Of course it is, honey.” I turn my head and kiss the palm of his hand. “Tell me about those bodyguards. Why do you need them?” “It’s just that Peter, my manager, and Henry, the PA, are like two old grannies, you know? They’re afraid of their own shadows. Some crazy fan mail got them all worked-up so they decided I needed protection. It’s nothing really. I’ll soon get rid of the bodyguards.” “Have you read the letters?”
“Not really. I skimmed over a couple of them when Henry freaked out and came to talk to me about them. He deals with my mail. To be honest, I don’t get many letters. Nobody writes letters anymore. People send emails or text messages.” Marcel laughs so hard that he’s eyes fill with tears. “What? What’s so funny? I know I’m not in real danger; but I don’t see why this is so funny to you.” “If you had read the letters, you would.” He kisses me and wipes the tears from his eyes before speaking again, “I sent them.” “What? How? And why did you threaten me?” “Don’t look at me like that. And, please, don’t get angry before I get a chance to explain everything.” We sit up on the bed but I need to wait until he controls his new fits of laughter. “There’s a new bartender at Club Desire who’s sensitive to my presence. He’s not like you. He can’t see me and hear me as clearly as you can. However, I can influence his actions quite easily. The best part is that he gets in a trance when I do it and can’t remember anything afterwards.” “I still don’t see why that’s funny.” “Because, my feisty darling, I described all the things I would do to you once I got my hands on your soft, ivory skin,” naughty fingers brush my skin and telltale goosebumps attest to my traitorous body. “They’re exactly the things your Masters have been doing to you for years at Club Desire. I even used your pet name: ‘cat’. If you’d read them, you’d have known I’d written them.”
“Oh, my! That actually makes sense. A two-hundred-year-old ghost would write a letter instead of sending an email.” “You see why that’s funny now, don’t you?” “No, I don’t think it’s funny. It may be ironic, but not as funny as you think.” I smack his chest and he only laughs harder at my tantrum. “Besides, it means I’ve been dragging around a handful of bodyguards just because I’ve got somebody who sorts out my mail for me. That’s not fair!” “Ah, the plight of the rich and famous! I never thought you paid somebody to read your mail for you.” “Henry does more than that, actually.” “I bet he does. You said he’s your lover too, right?” Marcel laughs but I get off the bed when he tries to pull me back into his arms. “Oh, you’re unbelievable! Stay away from me. I’m furious at you, right now. I need some space. I’ll get a shower.” I stomp away towards the bathroom, half expecting him to follow me; but he keeps his distance. He’s a smart man because I could pluck his eyes out or do something else equally gruesome right now. As the water cools my temper, I start to see the ridiculousness in the situation and a reluctant smile spreads over my lips. “So you agree it was funny.” “I shouldn’t; but I do.” I’m laughing out loud at this point; but I stop when Marcel steps inside the shower booth and pulls me against his solid chest for a kiss. I kiss him back and in no time the water feels cold
against our hot skins. He lifts his head and I see the flames of desire in the depths of his darkening eyes. “We still have round two to deal with, love.” “And three, and four, and five.” I shower him with light kisses as I count. “It’s Halloween, my sweet ghost. We need to make the most of this night. It comes only once a year.” I feel his body reacting to my caresses as his member hardens against my thighs. I lift a leg, wrapping it around his hip and he grabs my knee to help me keep my balance, as he pushes me against the tiled wall. He grinds his body against mine and I gasp. I kiss him again and Marcel moans as he penetrates me. Only an inch and he stops. I smile against his mouth. “That’s the Marcel I know. Slow and easy. Inch by inch. Give it to me, baby!” He goes in for another precious inch or so before stopping again. His thighs tremble with the effort and my leg isn’t much firmer. I thrust forward at the same time as I lift my other leg around his hip and he impales me. “That’s more like it. Take me hard. I’ve been a slut. I ruined somebody’s marriage, remember. I need to be punished.” I quote his letters to tease him and it works. I get the reward I was hoping for when he moves deeper inside me before pulling back almost all the way out of my sex. He goes in again and sets a rhythm, moving in and out of me. His big hands cup my butt, supporting my weight, as I slide up and down the cool, wet wall in rhythm with his sharp, strong movements. They’re not exactly painful but they’re hard. And rough. I love the friction his movements create inside me. I close my eyes when my pussy quivers around his cock once more.
“It’s coming, Marcel, I can feel it. It’s going to be another big one. Oh, god! Yes! Deeper. Harder.” He grunts in response, explodes inside me, and throws his head back, shouting. He goes on hammering me and I clench his shoulders as tight as I can for fear of falling. I wail when my orgasm steals my ability to speak. We kiss and stifle each other’s moans as the last contractions subside. I slip my legs down but they can’t support my body when I try to stand. Marcel grabs my waist and snickers when we almost stumble down to the floor. We regain our balance and stare into each other’s eyes, laughing and giggling like kids. I don’t want to remember our bliss is going to be over tomorrow morning. I ignore the truth and surrender to the illusion that we could stay together like this forever. “Happy Halloween, my gorgeous princess,” he kisses the tip of my nose and smiles against my cheek. “Happy Halloween, my sweet ghost.” I kiss him softly, and swiftly, on his beautiful, delicious mouth, as the shower water running down our faces hide my bitter-sweet tears.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR When Liz Gavin was in Second Grade - just a couple of years ago, really - her teacher told her mother the little girl should start a diary because she needed an outlet for her active and vivid imagination. She was a talkative child who would disrupt the class by engaging her colleagues in endless conversations. She loved telling them the stories her grandfather used to tell her. Apparently, the teacher wasn’t a big fan of those stories, and Liz’s mother bought her a diary. She happily wrote on it for a couple of months. Unable to see the appeal of writing for her own enjoyment only, she gave up on it. She missed the audience her friends provided her in class. She went back to disturbing her dear teacher’s class. Since then, she has become a hungry reader. She will read anything and everything she can get her hands on - from the classics to erotica. That's how she has become a writer of erotica and romance, as well. As a young adult, she participated in a student exchange program and lived in New Orleans for six months. She fell in love with the city and its wonderful inhabitants. NOLA will always hold a special spot in Liz Gavin’s heart. Nowadays, living in Brazil, Liz’s creativity has improved many times because it’s such a vibrant, gorgeous and sexy country. Welcome to her world of hot Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of the paranormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you get the picture.
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Other books by Liz Gavin
Novels Luck of the Irish Maureen Upside Down
Short Stories Club Desire At Club Desire Between the Ghost and the Dom Her Favorite Ghost Take me to the Domme In the Lounge Halloween at Club Desire
Girls Love Girls Powerless Pretty Girls Take me to the Domme In the Lounge Girls love Girls Indecent Proposal Her Discipline
Threesomes Between the Ghost and the Dom Her Favorite Ghost Take me to the Domme In the Lounge Her Discipline
Craving Her Flying High Fallen Angel: Chapter One
Box Sets Naughty Clara: A Club Desire Collection Naughty Encounters: A Club Desire Collection Haunted & Wicked Three’s a Charm Too Hot to Handle Welcome to the Club My Kinky Valentine Vol 1: In the Pink My Kinky Valentine Vol 2: In Spirit My Kinky Valentine Vol 3: In Trios My Kinky Valentine Vol 4: In Cuffs
Portuguese Editions Sem Força Halloween no Club Desire Desejo: Coletânea de Contos Eróticos De Ponta Cabeça: Episódio 1
Other Titles by Liz Gavin Love Kissed Cooking
Coming Soon… Celtic Fire
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