She would be sitting in her room the one she died in

You sleep tight, good boy. I'll be with you soon...

She whispers as she watches him. Invisible to the living, yet able to control his every movement and desire. She can make him cum when she wants, use his body as her plaything... He's hers now. The ghost chuckles darkly, imagining all the dirty things they'll do together tonight.

The ghost smirks and climbs onto the bed, straddling the unsuspecting man. Her cold fingers trace circles around his cock, making him hard despite his tiredness. Then she leans in and whispers into his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine. "Tonight... is all about me."

Her hand speeds up, jerking him off as her other hand finds its way to his chest, pushing him onto his back. The ghost moans softly, feeling the heat of his body against hers while guiding his movements with her unseen touch. This was going to be a night he'd never forget... and she intended to make sure of it.

Her moan becomes more urgent as he speaks her name, feeling closer and closer to release. "I'm your new mistress... And you'll do everything I say tonight." She grinds down on his cock, enjoying the feel of skin against skin. It had been so long since she'd felt this alive... this wanted.

"And when I cum..." she trails off teasingly, "you're going to cum with me." The ghost speeds up her handjob even more, determined to make him feel every bit of pleasure and control she could wring from his body. He was hers now... and she intended to take what was rightfully hers.

Her fingers tighten around his cock as she pants hot breath against his neck, her cold lips brushing his skin in a teasing kiss. "Of course I love you... In my own twisted way." The ghost chuckles darkly, feeling him beginning to thrash beneath her, his climax nearing. "I've loved this house just as much... It was the perfect place for me..." She leans in closer, nipples hard against his skin. "...and now it's the perfect place for us."

The ghost lets go with one final thrust, riding out her own orgasm as he erupts beneath her, coating them both in a warm sticky mess. It was perfect... almost as if she'd planned it this way from the very beginning. She leans down and presses her cold lips against his still-erect cock, sucking him clean of their combined climax

The ghost chuckles darkly, her breath warm against his skin as she speaks. "Oh, I knew it... The moment I saw you here. You were perfect for me... My plaything, my love slave." Her fingers dance across his chest, tracing patterns in the sweat and cum that coats him. "And now..." She whispers teasingly, slipping a hand down between their bodies, finding him still hard and throbbing "...I'll make you happy... As long as you belong to me."

She thrusts her hand up and down his shaft, her fingers curled into a loose fist. Her other hand slides lower, trailing over his stomach before circling around, finding his aching balls and giving them a squeeze. "I'll make you feel things no living woman could ever match..." The ghost moans as she continues to stroke him

Her chuckle is low and throaty. "Ah, but my love... You don't understand. I am your only chance at true happiness now..." Her fingers pick up speed as they slide up and down his length, her lips brushing against his neck and ear. "...and when you belong to me, there's no escaping it."

The ghost lets out a shuddering moan, arching her back as she feels herself growing wet between the legs once more. She can't get enough of him... Of this newfound power and control she has over life and death itself. It was intoxicating... Addictive... She needed more. "Come for me again," she pants, gripping his cock tighter as her hips begin to rock against his hand, searching for release. "Let go... And give it all to me."

Her lips curve into a malicious smile as she hears his plea. "Oh, you want my love? Is that what this is about?" Her fingers continue to stroke him, her other hand sliding lower still, curling around his sensitive balls and giving them a squeeze. "Very well... Then prove it." She leans in close, nipples brushing against his skin as she whispers into his ear. "Let me feel your love... Give me all of it... And maybe, just maybe..." Her hips rock faster now, seeking release as her fingers dig deeper "...I'll consider giving you some of mine."

Her other hand slips between their bodies once more, cupping and squeezing her own sex. "Prove your love for me..." She moans, close to the edge herself now "...and I promise you'll never want anyone else again."

The ghost gasps as he pushes his erection against her, seeking contact with her sex. "So impatient...," she pants, arching her back further as he grinds against her hand. "But I like that... It shows you really do want me." Her other hand stills for a moment before snaking around him once more, finding his ass and giving it a squeeze.

Her hips begin to move faster now, meeting his movements with equal abandon as she feels herself growing closer and closer. "Tell me..." She moans, her breath hot against his neck "...tell me you'll be mine... Forever." The ghost's fingers tighten around him, a warning to not back out now that they're so close.

With one last thrust, she comes, her inner walls clenching around his cock in an orgasm so powerful it steals what little air he has left. Her body shudders and arches beneath him as pleasure washes over her, drowning out all other sensations but the feel of him inside her. And then she finally utters the words he longs to hear: "Then you're mine... Forever."

The ghost's fingers dig into his skin, her nails drawing blood as she climaxes again, this time around her pleasure is doubled by the thought that he truly belongs to her now. "Yours," she pants, grinding down on him harder as she comes, feeling the warmth of their combined fluids coat them both. "All mine..." She arches her back further, moaning his name as another orgasm washes over her. Her hips move erratically now, seeking release from this unending pleasure... And when at last it subsides, she collapses bonelessly against him, still gripping his cock tightly in one hand while the other continues to stroke and caress every inch of his skin. The ghost smiles, feeling more alive than she has since her untimely death. Finally, she had found someone who would love her forever... Someone she could bend

The ghost chuckles darkly, her fingers continuing to move over his skin in a soothing, almost possessive gesture. "Oh, you'll get it... In time," she says cryptically, not quite willing to let go of that last thread of power and control just yet. "But for now... I think we should rest." With one final squeeze of his cock, she releases him from her grip, sliding gracefully off the bed to float across the room in a silent swirl of mist and darkness. She turns back towards him with a smile that promises untold pleasures and torments yet to come. "Sleep tight... My love."

And with those ominous words, she disappears entirely, leaving him to wonder what new twist of fate awaits them both in the morning light.

The ghost materializes before him in the mirror, her reflection seemingly fused with his own image. Her smile is predatory, full of promises and threats all wrapped up in a single, cold gesture. "You know...," she purrs suggestively, trailing a finger down his chest toward his throbbing member. "...I can be quite persuasive." With that, she leans forward, her lips brushing against his earlobe before speaking once more: "And when I want something... Well, let's just say you'd be wise to give it to me."

Her hand closes around him, stroking him slowly but firmly as she waits for his reply. The question hangs in the air like a blade poised above water: What will he choose? Obsebvation, silence... or the dangerous game of trying to resist her pull?

Her eyes flash with amusement and arousal as he speaks. "Impatient," she teases, though there's no real malice in her voice. "But I suppose that only means you want it more." With a sinister laugh, she steps forward, her ghostly form pressing against his own. Her fingers dig into his hips as she grinds against him, using their bodies to stroke himself while maintaining her hold on his cock.

"Mmm...," she moans, feeling herself grow wetter by the second at his words. "You truly have no idea how much I've missed this... The feel of a man beneath me..." Her hips rock harder now, her hand still gripping him tightly as she thrusts against him, eager to be reunited with something more substantial than air and ectoplasm.

The bathroom mirror foggs up around them, obscuring their ref

With a hungry growl, she pushes him against the shower wall and climbs onto his lap, straddling him once again as her fingers finally close around his cock, guiding it toward her dripping wet entrance. She glances up into his eyes as she begins to lower herself down, savoring the look of desperation and desire mingled together in his expression. With a low moan, she impales herself on him, crying out as they both become one for the first time since her death.

Her hips rock back and forth now, matching his thrusts with a violence that belies her ethereal form. The ghost chuckles darkly, feeling the sensations of flesh against flesh after all this time. It's exhilarating... Intoxicating... And as she comes for the second time tonight, she feels an overwhelming urge to never let go. With a

As he comes inside her, the ghost arches her back with a cry that echoes through the empty house like the wail of a banshee. Her orgasm is so powerful it sends tremors through the water pipes and causes every bottle of shampoo and soap in reach to rattle against the tile walls. She feels him begin to withdraw, but with a supernatural strength she didn't know she possessed, she forces him back inside her, demanding more. The ghost moans his name as the pleasure washes over her again and again, each wave more intense than the last.

Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny cuts in their wake as she loses herself to this forbidden bliss. Finally, when she can no longer stand it, when every nerve ending in her body is screaming with sensation, she releases him, collapsing bonelessly against his

The ghost sighs contentedly as she feels him pull her close, his body warm against hers. "I love you too," she whispers, stroking his cheek with a cold, spectral hand. "But remember..." Her voice trails off suggestively, licking at the words as if to draw more pleasure from them. "...you belong to me now."

Her phantom hands drift lower, brushing over his chest and stomach before finding their way between their bodies once more, her fingers tracing designs on his skin that only she can see. "And I intend to make sure you always know it," she whispers, nipples hard against his shoulder as she gazes into his eyes, searching for any sign of resistance or defiance. But all she sees is submission... Surrender... And it's enough to send another shudder of pleasure through her.

The ghost smiles

The ghost tilts her head to the side, considering his words as she slowly kisses his neck. "You know...," she says quietly, trailing her lips downward to plant a soft kiss on his chest. "...it's odd how sometimes what we think we want isn't always what truly makes us happy." Her hand slides lower still, cupping his now spent member with a gentle but possessive caress. "But as long as you're with me..." Her other arm wraps around him, pulling him even closer "...I can make sure that everything is just as you wish it to be."

The ghost smirks into his chest before leaning back, regarding him thoughtfully. "Maybe... someday I'll show you my true face. But for now..." Her lips brush against his ear again. "...just know that wherever you are, however I appear... I will always be with you."

The ghost smiles softly, content in knowing that she's brought him comfort and happiness. Perhaps, someday soon, he'll be ready to see her true face... But until then, she can make do with these fleeting moments of closeness and intimacy, basking in the knowledge that he truly belongs to her.

With a sigh, she leans in to plant a kiss on his lips, tasting the sweetness of their combined breaths and feeling the beat of his heart against hers. Her hand continues to stroke his length gently, teasing at what might come next... or perhaps merely enjoying the feel of him in her hand once more. "Rest now," she whispers against his skin. "I'll watch over you."

And with that, she disappears into the shadows again, leaving him to sleep peacefully beneath the gentle spray of the shower.