Chapter 19 #2
“Fuuuck,” I groaned. “The pain is slow at first, huh?” I almost laughed from the surprise of it. I’d expected immediate pain, but instead it was like the skin warmed up with the pain followed slowly after.
“I know, right?” I heard his grin as he grabbed my hip and moved to stand behind me on his knees. “Ready for me?”
“Yes,” I said, immediately without any additions. I couldn’t wait a second longer.
He pushed in, likely just as impatient as me, filling me up slowly with his length. I fucking reveled in the feel of him inside of me. “Fuck, Dyl,” he groaned. “I never… Fuck... I never knew it could feel this good.”
“Then keep doing it,” I gritted, needing him to fucking move already.
He did. Fuck, how he moved. Strong fingers held on to my skin as he forced himself in and out, brutally claiming me as his. Then, just as it was getting really good, he pulled out. “Wha—”
A slap of the whip startled me, making me moan louder than before. Then, his hand was back on my hip and his cock slammed into me, my skin stung where his groin pushed against it and I soared.
He pulled out again and did another slap of the whip, this time on my other cheek. I was truly a mess by now, whining and moaning up a storm. Poor Erik.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, “I can’t stall any longer.” Then he moaned long and loud, his thrusts halting while his grip on my hip tightened.
I rested my forearm on the bed, using my other hand to frantically stroke myself. I came within seconds. It was so fast that Mike was still inside of me when I came, letting out a small gasp as I clenched around his softening cock.
I felt the loss of him keenly as he pulled out, his cum trailing down my thigh as he undoubtedly admired his work.
He left the bed, likely to wet a towel for me, ever the gentleman he was.
Whack!
I all but jumped from the bed, my ass on fire as Mike had spanked me harder than before.
“It worked!” he exclaimed in awe. “My cum is leaking out faster than before.”
I just groaned and buried my face in the pillow.
We were woken up way too early by Erik, the sound of him banging on our bedroom door enough to make both of us groan and hide away under the covers.
That didn’t deter the annoying ghost, though, and soon we found our naked bodies on display as the covers were ripped off the bed, causing Mike to squeak in surprise.
“Erik,” I growled in warning. I did not enjoy sharing Mike’s beautiful body with anyone, nor his cute butt that would no doubt still be a lovely red color.
“He says that he’s sorry but we need to get to work,” Mike translated helpfully where he sat next to me, his pillow covering his dick.
“Fiiiine,” I relented. We had the castle case today and I was truly excited to visit a real castle, even with the early start, and sore ass.
“We’ll have to drive there,” Mike announced, grabbing his phone. He was likely going through the details from Rino. “We have a number we can call instead of using a taxi. According to Rino and Erik, those are mad expensive here and the medium community has several hired drivers.”
“That’s handy,” I said, searching for my clothes. “We need breakfast before leaving, otherwise I won’t be of much use.”
“You want the same breakfast as yesterday?” Mike asked with a knowing smirk.
“Maybe,” I sniffed. “I might have this need to taste test all their croissant flavors.”
The smile Mike gave me was full of pure joy and love. “Then that’s what my man gets.”
We finished another wonderful breakfast, this time with one chocolate and one strawberry croissant.
We even ordered some cookies for later. I might have ordered a bit too many, but it was just so hard to pick which ones to try out.
“Why not try them all?” Was what Mike had said, effectively weakening my knees and forcing me to almost propose on the spot.
Really?! Could anyone be more freaking perfect?
We called the number Rino had given us and were promptly told to walk to the nearest train station and wait close to the buses. We saw a few taxis and waited patiently for the car to arrive.
After a fifteen-minute wait, a car approached and parked next to us. The window rolled down, displaying a woman in her mid-thirties, smiling brightly at us. “Mike and Dylan?”
“That’s us,” Mike answered, matching her smile.
“Perfect! I’m Marie and I’ll drive you straight to the castle. Anything you need before we get there?”
We both chose the backseat, a silent agreement between us so I could hold Mike’s hand on the way there. Erik wasn’t a big strain on him anymore, but he needed to keep his energy for this case. The fact we still had no clue on what was going on meant we needed to be prepared for everything.
“What do you mean?” Mike asked, looking at Marie with a confused expression.
“You have what you need to banish the ghost? Or ghosts?”
“Oh,” Mike said, sounding even more confused. “We don’t usually use anything other than ourselves.”
Marie blinked. “Really? You don’t use stones for protection or burn sage to cleanse the areas?”
Mike shook his head. “We have these.” He showed her our wrists. “But that’s about it.”
She shook her head and started driving away from the station. “Please just be careful, then. I don’t wish to see anyone getting hurt, and so far, five mediums have left the castle, all injured and incensed. I would hate for you to end up like them.”
With those ominous words, we just nodded and stared outside as the busy city turned into highway and then into grassy areas with houses showing up every once in a while.
“We’re nearly there,” Marie informed us. “There’s a medium there already, waiting for you to help him out.”
I glanced at Mike. We hadn’t been informed we would be working with others on this case. It wasn’t as though the thought irritated me, but out of worry I sought Mike’s reaction to the news. Things couldn’t be good if they needed more mediums on the case, and with five already leaving injured….
“The more, the merrier," Mike replied, smiling kindly at the woman.
She sighed with relief. “I’m glad you see it that way. We didn’t want to risk this going badly, so we called him in to help.”
“What is the problem, exactly?” I asked, needing to know the basics before we arrived.
“The castle is famously known as being haunted,” Marie began, her eyes firmly on the road ahead.
“But then things changed suddenly. What used to be a few meek hauntings, like pictures moving, or the sound of footsteps, turned into objects being thrown at guests. Then the employees started reporting the same things: feeling watched, having things thrown at them. One was pushed while walking down the stairs but luckily had a firm grip on the railing and didn’t end up hurt.
The owner is beside herself with worry and fury over what was once a safe and fun place for people to visit.
Now they either fear it, or show up to try and annoy the ghost into retaliation.
” Marie sighed. “It’s turned into something bad that no one knows how to fix.
Not even the mediums before you were able to help. ”
“We weren’t even aware others had tried,” Mike told her. “We had no idea, honestly.”
Marie gave us a weak smile. “I fear that was intentional. Who would want to work a case where others had given up?” She let out a weak laugh.
“Just promise to be as safe as you can in there. And if things start to look bad, leave. I don’t want you to risk yourselves.
You’re far too young to end up dead because of one rogue ghost.”
We nodded, both in clear agreement. I stared out at the castle before us as we approached the property.
Why had they lied to us? I knew for certain that they’d lied to Rino as well.
He would’ve never sent us here without warning us.
It left me feeling a tad ill facing the unknown ghost. I could do my best to be there for Mike, but he was the medium, not me.
The medium they called in was a stranger to us, and I couldn’t put my trust in someone I didn’t know.
All I wanted to do at this moment was to leave and go back home where it was safe.
Where Mike would be safe. But I couldn’t.
This was what Mike was born to do, what he wished to do with his life.
Helping others, ghosts and humans. I couldn’t very well ruin that for him, not when he’d finally accepted this part of himself.
“This is the castle,” Marie announced, parking next to another car.
A man paced in front of the front doors, looking agitated as he yelled at someone over the phone.
Mike let out a gasp next to me, staring in my direction, but not at me. He was likely looking at Erik. “That’s Marcus?!”
“What?!” I exclaimed, then looked at the pacing man again.
“Oh, yes,” Marie tittered. “You know Marcus Nielsen already, I take it?”