Through the Mirror
Circus Diabolique

Rhianna settled back down into bed, trying to ignore the faint music. Even as her head hit the pillow, it would not leave her. Tossing and turning in frustration, sleep eluded her. The tune would not leave her alone. After listening to Snowball purring like a mini-engine for a while, her eyes grew heavy from watching the daunting shadows, and the calliope song was fading with the coming dawn. Her body was heavy, and the music almost muffled.

“Rhianna.” A whisper came from near her bed.

She thought it was only her imagination getting to her. A cold shiver passed over her from the open window. She searched the shadows for an intruder, but there was no one there. Oddly enough, the darkness seemed more tangible, like something was going to jump out and get her. Maybe it was hiding behind that chair. I’m losing my mind.

“Rhianna.”

This time she didn’t look into the darkness, but gazed at the full-length mirror nestled in the corner of the room. She clutched the sheet to her body, wondering why she was not seeing herself in the reflection like she expected to. Instead, a new image greeted her. A man dressed in turn-of-the-century clothes stared back at her. An eerie blue glow emanated around him like a twisted halo. He had dark brown hair and dark eyes. From inside the mirror, he reached out to her.

I’m dreaming.

“Please help me, Rhianna. Help me before he comes back.”

Mind-numbing fear kept her frozen in place like a frightened animal. Her gaze slid toward her napping cat, which purred and was probably dreaming about catnip mice. Snowball was not sensing anything out of the ordinary. Stupid cat. I thought you were supposed to sense spooky stuff like this. Staring at the specter in the glass, the desperation in his eyes tugged on her heart strings. Something inside her knew she had to help him, and there was something else. An aura of familiarity surrounded him, yet she had never seen him before. A piece of her soul recognized this man. A deep sense of loss and love washed over her that brought tears to her eyes. Before she knew it, she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, not realizing she had moved, and reaching out to him as well.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Who is not important now. You have to free me.” The fear in his tone moved her heart, and tears of frustration formed in her eyes.

“I don’t know how. Tell me.”

The apparition looked behind him. Rhianna heard something like a branch breaking or a whip cracking. Outside, the calliope music seemed closer.

“Help me. Please!” he pleaded again.

“How? Who are you?”

“Beware of the jester. Please. Free me!” The figure gazed behind him again and then disappeared.

“Wait!” Rhianna leaped off the bed and touched the glass, expecting the image to show the stranger again. However, its cool surface reflected only her. She listened for the music again and didn’t hear it. She shook her head and checked outside. No one around on her street. It was what she got for living on the outskirts of town with only fields, wildlife, and the night to keep her company. Groaning, she climbed back into bed. The strange encounter had made her forget her nightmare. However, fear still made her tremble from the recent encounter. It wasn’t every day a ghost, or whatever, appeared in her mirror. She wasn’t sure the whole thing wasn’t part of a waking dream, but in the back of her mind, Rhianna knew she had experienced something few people did.

What does he want with me? Why me? What the hell is going on here?

ADULT EXCERPT

“I want you, Rhianna. I want to feel your wet pussy and hear you call my name. Do you want that?” The desire in his voice matched her wanting and covered her like a velvet fog. His hands went behind her back as he undid the hook of her bra. She was falling under the spell he wove with his voice and his hands. His fingers gently guided the straps down over her shoulders. She didn’t feel embarrassed standing topless in front of him. Experiencing his touch made her so hot, like the atmosphere in the room had thickened. Gently, he guided her to the floor, to the rug she had slept on the night before.

There he leaned over her and brushed a few stray hairs out of her eyes. His touch was light and made her shiver from the desire of wanting to feel him inside of her. The anticipation was killing her. She hadn’t been with anyone since Jason. Her fiancé was good in bed, but there was always something missing, some piece she could not describe, and with Alexander, it was there. His eyes were dark as the horse’s coat

“Do you want me, Rhianna? All of me?”

She didn’t answer him but leaned up and kissed his lips. Her tongue met his, and they did a mating dance as her hands searched for the button on his pants.

“I need to hear you say it. I can only come so far over, but with your permission, I can be all the way here. Only if you want me body and soul. Do you accept me?”

His fingers undid the button on her jeans, and he pulled them down, along with her panties. Alexander slid two fingers deep inside her hot well, making her back arch, and a guttural, primal moan escaped her lips. Rhianna bit her lip as he moved inside of her. Her mind was blown at him entering her and finger-fucking her. Did she want him? God, yes! Would she free him from his prison and risk her life against the jester? Yes. She desired him in her arms forever. She wanted him to fuck her every way he could think of. With their lovemaking, Rhianna felt a bond forming between them. Deep in her soul, she knew it had been her destiny to return to the house and free Alexander. They were meant to be together. He had known it even when she was a child.

His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing it slowly in a circle, heightening her passions. Her muscles clenched, and his movements were slow torture. With his other hand, he ran along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She was so wet, it was easy for him to insert another finger into her pussy, moving them together in slow, steady thrusts as her muscles conformed around his flesh. Her back arched, and she was loosing herself to him.

“Tell me, Rhianna. Do you want me to fuck you? I need you to say it.”

“Yes, Alexander, I accept you. Fuck me. Now. Please. I need you!”

His fingers slid out of her for a final time, and he ran one along her lips so she could taste her own juices. His mouth met her lips in soft kiss.

“Thank you.”

Without another word, he slipped off her jeans and panties the rest of the way and then allowed his pants to fall off as well. Rhianna licked her lips as she saw his cock saluting her. She leaned back on the rug and took in all of him. He was definitely a fine specimen of a man, and she wanted him. He smiled smugly as he lowered himself down, using one hand to spread her legs even wider. There he knelt and touched his tongue to her open slit and licked her lovingly. With each stroke, Rhianna pushed herself into his face even more. His free hand rested lightly on her stomach, pressing her down each time she lifted off the rug, and her hips bucked wildly. His other hand cupped her ass and squeezed it as his tongue found her clit.

Rhianna was so wet, and the sensations of Alexander’s tongue darting over her were throwing her into a frenzy she had never known before. Each time she closed her eyes, she saw blue energy sparking between Alexander and her. His free hand replaced his tongue as his fingers rubbed her hard node faster than his tongue had. She was on the verge and needed him, but he kept up the torture, and with each burn of his fingers, she clutched the rug, letting the ecstasy build inside of her. Her muscles were tight. She needed him to fill her. She needed it hard and fast.

“Alexander!” she whimpered. Her body was alive from his touches. His fingers moved over her clit lightning quick, and right as she was about to crash, he pulled his fingers away, grabbed her hips roughly, and buried himself deep inside her pussy.

“You’re so wet. You feel so good, Rhianna.”

“Take me. Fuck me. Hard!”