The Master Of Seduction

Margot and Lisa were intertwined on the floor. An observer who could see both of them would no longer have been able to tell where one began and the other ended. The faint glow of the naked light bulb above them transformed the dust floating in the air into silvery stars.

One strap of Lisa's top had slipped off her shoulder, just revealing the edge of her bosom. Her thighs spread wide to give free rein to the exploring hand. The fingertips slid under the waistband of her panties.

Margot gasped.

Lisa let the book slide to the ground with her other hand, the pages fluttering slightly as if they were turning lazily by themselves. Margot remembered this story. She had read the book as a young woman herself and even if she hadn't been so closely connected to Lisa and shared everything, she could very well imagine the feelings it must be triggering in the girl.

Margot feared losing herself in the maelstrom of emotions. To detach herself from it, she floated a little higher. She remained just above the girl, incorporeal and invisible, but still tied to her as if with steel chains. Her own chest rose and fell in sync as Lisa's breathing deepened. Her pupils dilated. There was a flickering in her eyes. Even more than that. The blush that colored Lisa's cheeks, the way her lips parted softly, the tension in her limbs, as if her own feelings had taken her by surprise.

Without meaning to, the ghost settled on Lisa's warm body again, drawn by a **** she couldn't understand. She had always been passionate about the art of seduction, even while she was alive. She could weave a web of desire in which her vis-à-vis would be irretrievably caught. As effortlessly as with a silken thread, she could wrap anyone around her fingers and make them dance like a puppet. But this was different. It wasn't she who was in control – it was Lisa's mind, her strong emotions that determined what happened. And Margot was infected by them, drawn deeper and deeper into a connection she would never have thought possible.

A strange sensation surrounded her ghostly form, something akin to heat but weightless and elusive. It wasn't her own will, not her own desire that determined her actions – Lisa's emotions were reflected in her in a flash and overcame her like a fever she could neither resist nor understand.

Margot's existence had always been one of taking – taking over bodies, taking control, subjugating the living to her will. But Lisa was not something you could take. She was something you had to respond to.

The air was filled with invisible electricity. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up. And Margot – Margot didn't know who was seducing whom for the first time in her endless afterlife.

She was connected to Lisa's consciousness and had expected to be able to play with the girl's feelings. She had been sure she was the stronger one and would draw her victim deeper into the web she had spun so often. But now Lisa was the one pulling the strings. And even worse – Margot was trapped in it, tangled, entangled, unable to withdraw. Something had gone terribly wrong. Or terribly well. She couldn't tell anymore.

The feedback loop of emotions flooded her disembodied form like a tidal wave, hitting her with a **** she had never known in life or ****.

It was intoxicating. It was terrifying. It was overwhelming.

Lisa, unaware of the tumult raging in her ghostly observer, lay stretched out on the floor, letting her delicate hand caress her most sensitive spot. A faint smile curved the corner of her mouth, her breath quickened, her fingers curiously entering her wet, overflowing cleft. The book – Velvet Chains – had promised a thrilling romance, but it had delivered something far more wicked: a key that unlocked the door to her own secret desires.

And Margot? She fell right through.

Ghosts couldn't feel like this. Not without a body. Not without a pulse. But her heart was racing. Lisa's feelings enveloped her like silk and steel, both gentle and irresistible. Every sensation that flowed through the girl's mind passed through Margot, amplified many times over. A shiver. A sigh. A surge of heat. A flutter in the stomach. Margot thought she had long since forgotten – no, she had thought she would never be able to experience it again.

She sensed something big coming towards her. No! Not like this! She wanted to be in control, to watch her victim lose control of herself, her feelings, and her body. Nothing was as Margot had expected – she had been looking for a toy to tease and play with – and she had found a **** of nature, unwavering, untamed, and perhaps unstoppable.

In panic, she tried to escape, to gain more distance to break the connection. But the further she backed away, the deeper it pulled her in. It was a cruel trick of the universe at her expense. Hadn't she spent her whole life seducing others? Putting them in their most **** position? But here she was, trapped in a delicious agony of her own making.

She had always believed herself to be the master of seduction. Now she was the one being seduced.

Lisa moved, her fingers swirling faster and faster, her body stretching, tensing, and lifting off the ground.

Margot clenched her disembodied fingers in a futile act of defiance. And she lost.

She screamed, a soundless scream that echoed weakly in the world of the living. Her whole body went rigid, she reared up. She opened her eyes wide, but could see nothing as blinding light pierced her pupils.

Then she collapsed.

How had Lisa done it? How had she – without knowing it, without trying – made Margot a ghost quivering with weakness, robbed of her usual power?

Lisa looked in her direction, her voice little more than a whisper. “I thought ghosts were supposed to haunt people,” she murmured absently, a mischievous grin playing around her lips. “Not the other way around.”

Margot froze. Did she know? Could she feel her? Or was this just a nasty coincidence?

Lisa sighed satisfied and relaxed, turning on her side.

Margot gasped for air, even though she had no lungs, and fled.