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He dove for the shower curtain and climbed. “You’re on your own, Trash Prince. Tell your vengeance arc, I loved it. I did. But I’m not getting exorcised by a fucking Labrador.” He picked up the pace and then swung like a gymnast on the rail. He leaped with pure precision through the open window and then…
He vanished.
It was just me. Muffin. And Mark.
“Muffin!” Mark growled, and it made my heart leap from my chest. “What’s gotten into you, girl? Come on.” He grabbed her by the collar and took her to her bed in the laundry room.
Mark climbed into bed, turned out the light, and settled onto his back.
I had followed him and hovered in the shadows near the ceiling. My limbs trembled.
This was it.
My one moment to enter his dreams.
To haunt him.
Chapter 13–Replayed
Iknew from the past when Mark had inadvertently slept over; he dreamed little. Well, I assume he didn’t; he was a sound sleeper. Must have been one of those people who had a clear conscience and could fall asleep instantly. But that night, I made sure he would dream of me. He didn’t have a choice.
Mark tossed in his sheets as if guilt was tucked in beside him. His bed creaked with every movement. The room was hot, and sweat clung to his collarbone like regret, glistening in the moonlight peering through the gap between his blackout curtains.
There were so many crumbled tissues and dirty laundry in Mark’s room that my corporeal form manifested stronger than ever. I was still a spirit, but I could leave his wastebasket entirely. I hovered,lingeredjust above the ceiling fan, coiled like a storm cloud in a haunted painting.
I watched and waited. Let that moment ripen.
He tried to fight it; he squeezed his already-shut eyes tighter and threw his blanket off of him. His shirt was lifted, revealing his stomach. He had got chunkier over the years, andhis furry stomach was frustratingly hot. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I controlled myself. He was muttering to himself, but that only egged me on. I slunk down like a snake seeking its prey, and then I stopped.
Mark was always ruled by his body. And right now? It was betraying him. Despite being fast asleep, his hand slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants. He reached further and took hold of his cock. He let out a sigh and, in his reverie, shifted his pants down and pulled out his massive cock.I missed that thing so much.
He began stroking himself. It made my incorporeal spine arch like it used to for him. He let out a small grunt and then whispered a word. “Eddy.”
He said my name!
Then, in the moonlight, I spotted it.
A bead.
A silvery shimmer.
Slick, glistening. His cock twitched, and out oozed a pulse of pre-cum welling at the tip.
Bingo! This was my entry point. I had done it with his saliva. His cum would only be more potent.
I dove.
My spectral form slinked towards Mark’s bed. I landed on his legs. A familiar position I have been in before. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and grip that cock again. Run my hands along his shaft and take it in my mouth. Lick the tip and swallow it. But I shook my head. I was on a mission for revenge, not to have ghost sex with Mark.
I slithered forward until I was face to face with his cock. He was furiously stroking, and the pre-cum was building and covering his glistening head. I stuck out a finger and touched the warm smear of silvery liquid.
Wasted bodily fluids were just as good as discarded items, dirty laundry or even trash, and it bound me to him. His filthy sex dream was my invitation into his mind, and I swirled my finger around the tip of his cock, causing him to groan louder and arch his hips upwards. With a mere touch of my finger into his pre-cum, the world around me went stark black and his dream world opened around me.
We were back at the motel we both visited.
It was cheap. Tawdry. Nostalgic in a way that made me sick. Wallpaper was sweating off the walls. A lamp flickered.
I stood in a corner.
