Chapter 9 Cait
Cait
With a final albeit weak thrust, Mikey finished and I fought the urge to gag as his cum filled my pussy. I wouldn’t say it out loud for him to hear and gloat about, but that was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.
And it was all at her phantasmic hands.
I laid on the bed naked and panting as Mikey rolled off me and dressed. There was no cuddling anymore, no intimacy or aftercare of any sort. He took what he wanted and went on his way. This time I was more than appreciative of it.
“I’m going to get my bags and meet up with some of the guys and explore.
Do get dressed and decent before I come back; I expect you to make an appearance.
A good one at that. Don’t wear anything raggedy.
You belong to me and you’ll look good in front of them.
” He zipped his pants with a dismissive turn of his back and walked out the door.
When the heavy wood slammed against the jam and the knob clicked into place, I continued to stare into the mirror. I wanted to see her again. I needed to feel her again. I wasn’t done coming for her.
“Are you there?” I asked aloud to no one, but I was hopeful that wherever she lurked she’d hear me. “That was amazing,” I continued. “I’d like to do that again with you.”
Heat crept into my cheeks as my hands moved over my body and I watched my reflection, waiting for any shift or hint in the image that she was there with me.
“Please,” I begged, stroking my still wet pussy. I dipped my fingers inside, massaging my inner walls and pushing out Mikey’s cum. “Touch me again, please.”
I worked my pussy harder, easily bringing about that climatic feeling, but I wanted her there.
“I need you,” I whispered. At my final plea she appeared in the mirror. Instead of wearing her white gown, she was equally naked. She was sprawled out in the same position and my curiosity piqued.
I opened my legs wider and a second later she did the same. Her pussy was on display for me, and I watched her hand move in time with mine. I felt the cold seep deep into my skin. Her pale appearance pinked as my heart rate increased.
“Do you like to watch?” I asked her. No words came from her lips, just a softer wail.
My pussy throbbed with her touch. My fingers grew hot over my icy flesh.
The temperature change was drastic and helped to push me over the edge.
“Faster,” I whispered to her, increasing the speed of my fingers over my clit.
I felt her deep inside my pussy then. The sensation of her inside me was thick and filling.
It was the most full I’d felt in years. I was stretched around her ghostly hand, yet I needed more.
Without leaving my pussy, I felt her on my breast, pinching and pulling at my nipple rhythmically.
I stroked my cunt faster. I was so close.
My throat and chest were tight and flushed.
“Oh, god, yes.” Her thrusted motions continued faster and deeper.
It felt like she’d reached inside my organ cavity to rearrange them by hand herself.
I dropped my legs open wider for her. I watched her violet eyes glow in the mirror.
Her mouth dropped open, and a piercing wail left her light body as she came for me.
I opened my mouth to scream as I finally reached that threshold.
On the precipice of release, the door opened.
“Are you serious right now, Caitlyn?”
“Mikey!” I rolled off the bed and grabbed a sheet to cover myself. One wrong move after another. I should have been more careful and cautious. It was too easy to get caught.
Another wail came and I looked up to the ceiling, but I didn’t see the woman in the mirror anymore. She sounded more angry than sad this time around.
“Caitlyn! What were you thinking?”
“No, Mikey, please.” I stepped back from the bed. Dragging the sheet with me to put as much distance between us, he stepped inside the room and slammed the door so hard the decor on the walls ratted. “I just missed you, baby,” I said, trying to calm him down.
“You missed me? I call bullshit!” His voice was a ferocious yell and I was scared.
I knew better. His hand raised and he picked up a vase from the shelf on his right.
I shook, frozen in place as I watched him.
The wailing grew louder and louder, but he still looked unaffected by its sound.
I fought the urge to cover my ears. I wanted to ask her to calm down and stop.
I couldn’t think straight. I needed to defend myself.
“Mikey, please,” I begged and pleaded with an outstretched hand as his rose higher.