Page 73 of Purrfectly Haunted

The barista clears her throat and we pull back so she can place our order on the table. She gives us a smirk before leaving. We eat our breakfast in a hurry, both eager to get back to the hostel now. You’d think almost getting buried alive would cool my lust, but apparently not.

It’s almost seven when we make it back and the place is in an uproar. Lana broke the news last night, that all the guests needed to be moved to new accommodations. People aren’t happy, obviously, and she and her employees have to make it work somehow.

As she sees us, she gestures for our attention. “Take this and use my private bathroom to get comfortable.” She drops a key with a heart keychain in my hand. “You don’t want to stand in the way of eighty-something guests getting ready to depart. And leave the suitcase up there,” she adds when she sees our loot. “We don’t want someone carrying it away by accident.”

“We really don’t.” They’d be in for a nasty surprise, in the form of dusty bones instead of their belongings. “Thank you.”

She winks at me. She looks a little frazzled, and I wonder if I should help, but we did our part tonight by going grave robbing. We deserve a break and a few hours of sleep.

The cats weave between the guests’ legs, keeping everyone on their toes, quite literally.

We make a quick detour to our room to grab our bags, then head to Lana’s wing.

Half of the first floor is the private part of her home. We’ve never been inside, and my eyes widen as I open the door. This part looks like a sunny apartment, with a large bedroom that doubles as a living room with a giant TV, and a luxury bathroom with an Italian shower and a tub. It’ll be difficult for the both of us to fit in the tub, with Ewan being so massive, but the shower is indecently spacious.

I leave the cursed suitcase by the door after locking it behind us, and I point to the bathroom. “I want you naked in five seconds and in that shower.”

Ewan looks at me for a moment, lust blooming in his gaze, and then he’s almost running to the shower. I catch him before he’s fully naked, and I help him get out of his dusty overalls. We’re both covered in grime from our stunt in the cemetery. As he bends to take his socks off, I’m rewarded with a view of his impressive ass. My hand twitches as an idea takes hold.

“Do you like to be spanked, Ewan?”

He looks at me over his shoulder, rosy-cheeked. “I—I don’t know...”

“You’ve never been spanked?”

He shakes his head. “My ex had me do it to him, but I have large hands and I didn’t want to...”

“You’d much prefer be at the receiving end?”

He nods. “Maybe...”

“Will you let me try? And we can see if you enjoy it. If you don’t, it’s alright. There are other things we can try.”

“Alright...”

Before he can second-guess himself, I smack his ass. It’s a gentle one, and my palm barely stings, but his loud gasp echoes in the wide bathroom.

“Are you good?” I ask.

“Aye...”

“Brace yourself on the sink and bend over for me, princess. I want to leave my mark on your perfect ass, in the shape of my hand.”

His moan goes straight to my cock as he obeys. I push his legs with mine, ensuring that he widens his stance and his ass is at the perfect height to rub my crotch on his backside. He whines as I do just that. I’m still fully clothed, but I don’t care as long as I have him naked under me.

I raise my hand and give him another slap on his right cheek, this time putting a little more force. His large body jerks, and he moans again.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

Ewan shakes his head so fast I worry he might give himself whiplash.

I laugh. “Very well. Then let me have my fun with you, sweet thing.”

“Plea... please...”

I raise my left hand this time and spank his other cheek. There is a resounding smack as it lands, followed by his incredible voice as he mewls.

“Yes, that’s it baby. Let me hear you. Let them all hear you. I want them to know we’re up to no good in here, and you’re the perfect slut for me.”