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into
shape. Her house. Her wonderful, amazing house. “You were right, Arthur. These
are delightful.”
    He
bowed politely with a broad grin on his face. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
     
    She
continued to unpack for the rest of the day. Richard would have to send her
somewhere to buy more things, or they’d have to shutter half the bedrooms off.
    The
feeling of being watched, that she’d had this morning while outside, was gone
now, and she didn’t know what to make of that. What if he’d gone away? Maybe he
could only appear near a full moon? She didn’t know how ghosts worked. It was
possible, wasn’t it?
    And
so as dinner passed and there was still no sign of him, her anticipation
curdled into fear. What if Arthur and Mrs. Dudley left tonight, and she was in
her newly curtained room, completely alone?
    Daphne
found she couldn’t bear the thought.
    “Is
there anything else, Ma’am?” Arthur asked, after collecting the last of
dinner’s cutlery.
    “No.
Thank you.” She didn’t know whether to plead for him to stay to keep her
company or push him out the door and pray. “I’m fine,” she said, smiling, using
the same calm voice she’d used with Richard on the phone, the one that anyone –
if they knew her very well – would know meant that she was lying.
    “Glad
to hear it, Ma’am. Breakfast at eight again?”
    “On
the dot. See you then.” She waved at him as he left the dining room and heard
the alarm chirp on their way out.
     
    She
waited in the dining room after that, pensive – scared. No heat, no sensation
of being watched, just the vast presence of an empty house looming over her
like a squatting hen.
    Daphne
got up, pushed her chair in, and walked out to the hall. If there was anywhere
that he was likely to be, it was her bedroom, surely. He must be waiting for
her there. He simply must.
    She
walked slowly, preparing for the best and the worst simultaneously, feeling her
clit thump with each step. She needed him to take care of her, to make her feel
alive again – and she realized she didn’t know what she would do in this huge
empty house without him. Go insane, probably.
    Daphne
placed her foot on the first stair up to her wing of the second floor – and was
yanked back, from behind.
     

Chapter Seven
    Heat
covered all of her, her back, her ass, her neck. Hands molested her roughly
over her clothing, mauling her breasts, pushing through the fabric of her skirt
to grope at her crotch. She cried out in fear and relief – he was still here,
he’d been waiting for her after all – and he threw her to the cold tile.
    She
caught herself only barely, on all fours -- in the morning there’d be bruises
on her knees. A hand she couldn’t see wound in her hair and pulled her head
back as another hand pushed up her skirt and yanked down her underwear, and she
knew what he had planned -- he was going to ride her like a horse, right here
in the entryway hall.
    Daphne
felt the heat of him behind her, covering her ass and thighs, and then he let
go of her hair and pushed her forward, buckling her down so that her ass was
higher than the rest. She felt him pull her buttocks wide as if he were
inspecting her – and she knew she was already ready for him, hopelessly,
shamefully wet.
    With
one solid plunge he pushed his hot spear of a cock inside.
    She
cried out again as it rammed into her, in hunger and surprise. He started
taking her roughly, right from the start, fucking her – on the cold tile there
was no such thing as consideration, or as love. She scrabbled to hold onto
something, anything, but the tile had no give and his cock was relentless,
taking her hard and fast and deeply.
    She
didn’t want to come for him like this, dirtily spread apart, given no choice in
the matter, but her body betrayed her and she felt her pussy begin to clench.
She fought to hold on, to hold off, to not give him the satisfaction while
keeping all of it in for herself, but she couldn’t – the hammering of his