The Haunted (Sleeping with Monsters Book 1) by Cassie Alexander Page A

pause.
    Just
for you.
     
    I
opened up the door and walked down its stairs with a flashlight. There were
cobwebs and dust, and I knew that no one had been down there for a very, very
long time.
    And
when I got to the bottom of the stair I looked around – there were things
there. Strange pieces of furniture, wood and metal, bound with dark leather. I
walked among them and stroked my hand along their smooth curves and knew what
they were for and felt…at peace. As though, despite the entire house being
mine, and having owned houses before this one, that I had at last truly come
home.
    Daphne
crept to the end of her chair, imagining Becca mirroring her on the far side.
    Do
you want to know what I would do to you there? If you were here? If my
troublesome wife weren’t in the way?
    Daphne pursed
her lips at the word troublesome. No doubt that was how Richard thought of her,
and yet.
    Yes, Becca typed and the ghost continued.
    I
would blindfold you first. Then I would take your hand and pull you to the
stairway I’d found and take you down the stairs, one by one by one. You would
have to trust me with the blindfold on. You’d have no choice.
    I
could always take the blindfold off, Becca typed.
    But
you wouldn’t. If you take it off, the story would be over, wouldn’t it? And you
don’t want it to end yet, do you?
    The cursor
blinked beside the question mark for a long while. No.
    Good.
    Another pause,
as if ‘Richard’ were deciding whether or not to go on. Daphne knew her husband
was as straight as an arrow, and he’d never put a hand on her, during sex or
otherwise. She wondered if his relationship with this Becca were different…or
if Becca was stunned by the slightly dangerous turn this story was taking. If,
wherever it was that she was typing from now, she were turned on.
    I
lead you down into the basement – no, not a basement, that’s not the right word
for it, though that’s what it is. It’s a dungeon. And it’s full of things that
haven’t been used in years…and I’m desperate for a chance to use them.
    There’s
a table. Waist height. I take you over to it and push you down on it, and you
can feel its chill against the weight of your breasts as I tie your arms.
    You
feel my hand against your back, stroking the softness of the skin I’m about to
mar, and you flinch, not knowing what will happen, only that you’re chained and
you can’t do anything to protect yourself against what’s coming next –
    I
swat you, with a tease, open handed. The sound of it echoes in the small room,
the crisp sound of flesh on flesh. You shiver and whimper, a little scared, but
more turned on.
    Shall
I spank you again, dearest?
    Daphne
swallowed. The ghost was playing with Becca – and with her.
    Yes. Becca’s
response was tentative, but Daphne’s wasn’t. Daphne let her knees slide apart,
and started slowly moving her hand up her thigh.
    A
torrent of words filled the screen. The ghost explained in intricate, daring,
detail what would happen to the kind of girls who left themselves blindfolded
in strange houses at night. Whatever fear or shame Daphne might have had fell
by the wayside as she read each delicious line – knowing he was writing it for
her. Becca’s presence was merely an afterthought – but knowing that she was
waiting on the far end, just as eager as she was for the next word, was a
strange turn on. It shouldn’t have been, but it was. Daphne’s fingers were
circling her clit through her underwear, in turns rough and soft, and her
breathing was coming out in shallow pants and she was holding onto the chair
with her freehand because she might fall over if she let go – she was so close,
her toes were pointed, her calves tight, as she imagined herself tied to the
table, as the Master’s cock started to slide in and out – she bit back a moan
and rubbed herself harder.
    Words
flared on Becca’s side. Husband home! GTG!
    There
was an excruciating pause where Daphne kept her heat up, willing