MY WORLD IN THE WALLS

By SANDRA GORCZYNSKI

Once upon a time, a beautiful lady and her ghost-hunting partner love what they do, Due to the history they learn and the mystery they solve. Each of them is an adventure to die for. As usual, they went for another ghost-hunting adventure, unique from every other mystery they have ever solved. This particular one has the kind of man she dreams o

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Gorczynski
• Release date: Jun 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088155271

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CHAPTER 1

Yessss... yessss..."

Her master was insatiable, and her job was nothing more than to satisfy his every need; it was a strange relationship, a most unorthodox relationship, a most secret of relationships, yet she had never been happier. Things had changed so much since she found him. Yes, she had sort of fallen out of the public eye—that was one of the draws.

The years had been kind to Stella; yes, she'd lost a little muscle tone, there were wrinkles aplenty, and her blonde locks now had a striking silver highlight, but other than the normal aging process, Stella still had many of her attractive good looks.

God, that sounded so strange, Stella was talking about the house as if it were a person, alive, with its own feelings. Weirder still was... well, back then, and even now, it truly felt like the house was the one offering her the job, welcoming her into its very fabric. It had been a little over four decades since she first met the house, fell in love with it, and accepted the opportunity it offered to her.

It was never intended; it simply sort of happened... way fate takes you by surprise. The years since may have blended into a tale of never-ending love, but Stella could still recall that first time, as clearly as if it were yesterday.

Yes, in the days before social media, if you wanted something, you put it in the paper; however, this was different. The advert wasn't the spectacular, grab your attention, in your face, piece of blatant publicity, nor was it prideful; rather, it was a tiny advert hidden away on the bottom of one of the pages of the local newspaper.

Stella had no doubt that it was a housekeeper position, but there was something about it that just didn't fit with convention: something about being open-minded; something about accepting the unexpected; something about becoming one with your new role; something about becoming one with the house; and something about becoming one with the master of the house.

Stella now understands every word and what it meant after all these years, but back then, she was motivated by her idle curiosity as much as her need for money.

The house had seemed so bleak, so cold, so intimidating, so off-putting that day, and the man who had welcomed her—the caretaker—or was he the master himself—had been how old? Seventy, eighty, maybe even ninety, perhaps older still. He didn't really ask questions, well, not the types you expected at an interview, and Stella had to excuse his personal directness, blaming it on ag.

It was a property, after all, and how hard could it be to look after it? Why should her sexual orientation really matter as to whether she could do what was expected of her?

It wasn't really a second interview, more of an invitation to meet the home, spend the night, and let the house decide if she was the appropriate match for the position, but what came next was just as bizarre.

It was like... well, if the house was trying to discourage her the first time, it was welcoming her with open arms this time, and as she walked inside, Stella immediately felt at home. The second time couldn't have been more different from the first. As she approached the house, as she entered within those high courtyard walls, she first noticed the change, the glow of lights inside, the flicker of a warm fire.

She remembered going to sleep and dreaming, her mind filled with the most unexpected, most satisfying, and most wonderful feelings—as if she were truly there, experiencing the very images that filled her mind. There was a dress. Then there was her master. He was there. Oh god, yes, for sure he was there, and for sure that very night sat her down on a freshly made four-poster bed.

It was never her intention to meet anyone, especially not a dashing romantic type like the Count. That was the strange thing. Even his name was out of the ordinary. Count Serafino D'Arcy was how he introduced himself, but these days Stella just calls him Master. She was never looking for love, but just to have an income, enough to put an end to living hand to mouth.

CHAPTER 2

Stella had never met anyone quite like the Count, and she was confident she would never meet anyone else like him. His voice... his eyes... his beguiling charms... Stella just couldn't resist. That was more than forty years ago... years full of pure enjoyment. She knew she shouldn't have done it, but she couldn't help herself.

Stella wouldn't have made any changes regardless of what her friends and relatives may have said or even if they missed her.

It wasn't every day you met the perfect lover; wouldn't you have done the same? Taken that chance? It came at a cost, of course; but what she lost was insignificant in comparison to what she gained. It was the day her life changed; the day she met the house; the day she stayed the night; the day she allowed herself to be seduced; the day she let him take her into his realm; the day she accepted both house and master.

The dress was almost as old as she was, and it had been one of her favorite outfits, the one she had worn that very day when she visited the house for the second time. Wispy see-through cotton, only long enough to just cover her back, it had been one of her favorite outfits. Now, however, at well and truly the wrong side of sixty, the years were finally catching up with Stella.

But now... well, the loose wispy fabric softened the aging process, so you didn't notice how her once-pert breasts had drooped under her slim body and swung against his every thrust. You also didn't notice how her arms and legs, whose muscles had slightly wasted away, wrinkled as she moved.

When Stella joined her master and entered his realm, she said goodbye to her own. She was still there, at least in presence; she could see everything around her, she could make herself heard, and she could make herself felt, but she could never be seen, not by anyone other than the master she had chosen to join, and she could never leave the manor's walls.

Again, it was a small price to pay for the years of pleasure she had already experienced. Stella's life had changed. Just like the bricks and mortar, she had now become a part of the house itself. The house was hers, and she was its. She had everything... she wanted for nothing... she lived here... she loved here... and, eventually, she would die here, in the fabric of this very house, her memory immortalized in the picture gallery.

"Faster... God, absolutely. quicker, Stella cried, her voice cracking a little under the assault.

Stella was enjoying rather than having enjoyed; and judging by the glee with which he was pounding her into submission, Stella wasn't the only one having a good time. Stella might be old now, but there was no