“That, is a long time to be doing this routine. Jesus.” She stepped over to the kitchen table, sat down, and stared at the walls. Well, at least she wasn’t terrified anymore. Still afraid, but apparently not so afraid she couldn’t come home to her haunted house. “ ... I have a haunted house.”“I am not dead, or a ghost.”“Then ... then what are you?”“I am me. I am ... something that has shared lives with people when they are willing. It is who I am.”“Ok.” Spirit, or monster, or both. Either way, she set her hands down on the table, and shook her head. “You’ve been ... with humans, for so long, being romantic with them. And every time the person dies, a part of you that grew as part of the romance, dies.” If she was a scientist, she’d think it was some sort of symbiotic relationship that allowed a strange, almost mythical entity to survive for thousands of years. She was not a scientist. She was, in fact, an idiot, who found the whole story very captivating, and sad! Just thinking ab

I swear he’s better built than the statue I’m polishing in his foyer right now, and from the look of the bulge in those thin wool slacks, certainly more well endowed. Despite being a world-class businessman, where you’d think he’d be chained to a desk all day, he looks like a world-class athlete and moves like one too…his glutes firing, making his movements look effortless, as he glides through the entryway to his mansion.Despite the smell of about half a bottle of Lemon Pledge having been sprayed in the last fifteen minutes, I inhale the scent of something that resembles a campfire, or a rugged man in a barn stamping out horseshoes. It’s rugged, masculine, and suits the five o’clock shadow that he’s sporting despite the oversized IWC wall clock, with a diameter that’s wider than I am tall, displaying the time to be exactly nine in the morning. I close my eyes as the scent engulfs me, abruptly jerking them back open, when a deep voice with notes that sound like leather tipped it ste

“Who wouldn’t? I’ve been cleaning all my life and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to wonder how things would be if the shoe was on the other foot, but it’s not, and cleaning has got me to where I am today. I mean, I used to clean the orphanage constantly, knowing that if it was clean there was a higher percentage chance someone might adopt me, but unfortunately, no one ever did.”“You wish you had that? Someone to take care of you? A…daddy?” the word comes out before I even realize I’ve said it. Before I can do anything about it she takes the ball and runs with it.“Yes, a daddy,” she confirms, her eyes rising up off the floor and piercing right into mine. Her pupils dilate in real-time. “That’s exactly what I want.”A moment passes where both of us are still enough to be mistaken for statues ourselves.“Sorry,” she says, shaking her head first and ending our virtual stare down game of ‘chicken.’ “I’m very clumsy and I apologize for hurting your statue.”I rise from my chair a

Carter:::.The next morning “You’re early,” I say from just inches behind her and she jumps so high she practically comes out of her shoes.“You scared me,” she protests, bringing her hands to her chest before crossing them and shooting me an annoyed look as she swats at the air in front of me.“Likewise,” I counter.“I find that hard to believe.”“And I find it hard to believe you showed up here at six in the morning, a full two hours before your shift was to begin, for no reason.”I’ve been up since five if you count five as the time I woke up since I never really went to sleep last night. I spent all of yesterday and into today thinking about her. Reimagining how my hand felt on her backside and how tempted I was since yesterday to take my dick out and pleasure myself until I released. But that’s the oxymoron of it all. A Phallic victory wouldn’t bring me pleasure, it would be admitting defeat…admitting she can’t be mine. And that’s not going to happen.I swore to myself I’m going

I gasp at his words, his gaze making my body feel boneless as if I could just let myself collapse and he’d hold me suspended, like a hand puppet, with a single one of his oversized mitts.“And you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”I swallow hard. “I…um…”“Judging by your actions it seems you’ve forgotten.” He moves in closer, pinning my body to the wall. “But you’re lucky that Daddy’s here to remind you,” he groans into my neck, the tip of his nose skating along the tender part of my skin from the base of my ear down to my collarbone as he inhales the scent of my fear.And that smell alone permeates the air as it flows from each and every pour of my body.“And seeing that Daddy’s first attempt at discipline fell on deaf ears, well…Daddy’s going to make sure this time his words stick.”☆☆☆☆☆Carter::::All the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock at the sound of her tiny breath catching on those perfect little pink lips of hers. She is so small, so innocent, so scared…