Margot Hadn’t Meant To Slip So Deep

Margot needed more time to process these unexpected feelings. She floated up to the ceiling to get a bird's eye view of the girl and to collect her thoughts. From there she looked down on the young woman lying stretched out on the wooden floor. Lisa had one arm over her closed eyes, her golden hair fanned out around her head. The soft glow of the bulb traced the curves of her body and emphasized the rise and fall of her chest under the thin, short spaghetti top. At some point, she had taken off her shorts and was only wearing delicate underwear designed for comfort rather than modesty.

Margot smirked. How charmingly unguarded. And so sweetly innocent.

Lisa had no idea that she was being watched, otherwise she wouldn't be lying there so open-heartedly – or would she? The girl's face looked relaxed. But something about the way her fingers gently stroked her belly betrayed an inner tension. Now and then she wrinkled her nose as if she sensed something in the air.

Margot approached her again. She had intended to enter Lisa's mind, to read her, to sneak into her consciousness like an **** thought and fathom her intentions directly at the source. But at the moment she reached out to make initial contact, a flood of feelings suddenly washed over her.

Emotions, primeval and unbridled, flooded into her mind like a raging torrent bursting through a dam.

An irrepressible hunger for experience. A seething excitement, shaped by curiosity. Desire. Desire, not just for a simple touch, but for something deeper, a true union—an intertwining of souls, a dance of surrender and domination. The sheer intensity took Margot by surprise and swept her away before she could brace herself. She gasped—she actually gasped, even though she had no lungs to draw breath.

For the first time since her ****, Margot felt something completely new.

She was overwhelmed.

Seemingly unaware of the turmoil going on right next to her, Lisa sighed softly and turned slightly to the side, picking up the book that was still lying on her stomach. She opened it and continued reading where she had left off, keeping her legs slightly bent, completely relaxed and sure that she was unobserved.

Margot's eyes flicked over the title: Velvet Chains.

A slow, knowing smile played around her lips. Oh, she knew that book. A scandalous story of temptation and power, blurring the lines between captor and captive, desire and control. It was the kind of book that not only made its readers blush – it made them ache for it.

Margot's eyes gleamed with pleasure as Lisa absently licked her lips and turned a page. The girl was completely absorbed in her reading. So she couldn't be quite as innocent as she wanted those around her to believe.

Interesting, Margot thought.

By now she had become accustomed to the constant stream of feelings she shared with the young woman. Curiosity and excitement mingled with an almost childlike innocence to create a fascinating mixture. Margot's predatory hunting instincts were masked and replaced by it. Eager to learn more, she delved deeper into Lisa's world.

And lost herself in it.

Margot hadn't intended to sink in so deeply, but Lisa's mind was like an open door she stumbled through – and simultaneously like a mirror. Every flickering thought, every impulse of sensation was reflected back to her, doubled, amplified.

Lisa gasped as she turned another page and her eyes caught on a special passage. Her fingers clutched the edges of the book a bit tighter. A faint shiver ran down her spine, but not from the cold. Without her noticing, her thighs opened and a delicate hand slid slowly down her flat stomach. Lisa's mouth opened slightly, and Margot felt it, too.

Excitement.

Desire.

A ghost shouldn't feel such things.

And yet she felt it. She was caught in the echo of Lisa's emotions, the feedback loop pulled her deeper and deeper into it. Heat flooded through her, an actually impossible, unwanted heat – and at the same time Margot felt intoxicated. She forgot who she was. What she was. She felt young, alive, full of desire. And she wanted... it.