This chapter is split into three sections this chapter if very much M you have been warned. I wanted to include it all in one post so here we are. Enjoy and as always it would make my millennium if you could leave a review.
Lydia showered as quickly as she could and she made sure to change into her fluffy pajama's. Yes, she would be shortly changing into something else as Raven wanted to check out the new club on the outskirts of Winter River. But, she couldn't exactly walk around the house in just her underwear. Yes, the incredibly horny ghost was currently locked up in the mirror but there was always a chance that his influence went further than the borders of the simple silver prison.
Lydia sat down and looked over at her closet. "Oh yeah, I never finished that sort out did I" Lydia mused to herself as she had gotten seriously distracted by finding her mother's dresser and Mirror and then finding Beetlejuice who made it impossible to finish anything like that didn't directly grab his attention. So the wardrobe sat in a half-sorted mess.
She had been about to get up to try to sort out the mess but Raven entered the room dressed in just her black frilly underwear, which Lydia noticed were incredibly sheer and so didn't cover much. Raven seemed to be holding something behind her back but Lydia couldn't see what it was.
"Before you give me that look you know I had nothing to wear; and you needed a drink," Raven said as she pulled two large champagne flutes and a bottle of sparkling rose from behind her back.
Lydia didn't know why she was surprised that Raven was in just her underwear. The woman was a model after all so she was used to walking around in her underwear or less when changing behind the scenes. So it wasn't a big deal for her to be naked as the day she was born. Lydia was happy that she was at least slightly courteous as she was at least wearing underwear this time.
"What, it's too cold to go without it" Raven added as she noticed Lydia eyeing her and the black lacey bra and pantie combo up. Once she had put down the bottle of wine and handed Lydia a glass the model reached around the doorframe and dragged in her bag from the hall.
"I have a really wicked plan that's going to drive that man of yours crazy". She wore a wicked smile that Lydia knew meant that there was some serious trouble brewing in her friend's mind. She only hoped that it wasn't something too heinous. Luckily for Lydia, Raven simply pulled out a rather worn and beaten-looking Polaroid camera out of her bag and brandished the thing in front of her.
"He's not mine, we just have a spark that's all," Lydia shot a glance at the mirror guiltily.
"He's not yours yet, he will be once I'm done with this," she said brandishing the camera as if it was Excaliber.
"What dude wouldn't want pictures of two girls in nothing but their underwear? We can make a game of it. He hasn't seen you naked yet has he or even in just your undies?" Raven asked fixing Lydia with a steely look as if she was dairing Lydia to lie to her.
"Gods no" Lydia didn't quite know how to feel about Beej seeing her in her underwear. It seemed like a fun game and she did want to get under his skin a little bit. So perhaps a little bit of teasing was in order.
"So, No heads or identifying features. He can and will try to figure out which one you are a good thing he hasn't seen any of your tattoos" Raven said with a wink. Lydia gulped down her wine as she would need some courage to do this and the wine would help dull her brain enough to give it a go. Raven filled her glass just as quickly as she had emptied it and pushed the bottle towards Lydia.
"That's it, girl, get some Dutch courage," Raven said with a grin as she sipped on her own glass of wine.
"Then you just casually leave the Polaroids out on the coffee table or somewhere obvious, but, not too obvious and just let him stew in it. He will have you pinned against a wall in no time" Raven laughed as she could slowly see Lydia coming around to her diabolical plan.
"Oh my god he's going to flip" Lydia replied with a cackle. "The evil genius strikes again"
"I do have my moment don't I" Raven replied with a toothy grin. "First we need some tunes," Raven said as she flicked through Lydia's CD collection, before settling on Lovesong by Snake River Conspiracy.
"Come on Lyds get in the party mood, you can do this!" Raven mumbled as she looked at Lydia through the viewfinder of the camera.
"Come on girl, that's it strip, strip, strip" Raven chanted. Lydia laughed as her friend had a picture of her currently clasped in her teeth as she waited for it to develop.
Lydia began to undress slowly with a flourish as if she were centre stage at a burlesque show. The music really helped bring the fantasy home. She slowly stripped until she was just clad in her red bra and pantie combo.
They actually matched today so she was rather proud of the fact that she could show them off as well as the ink splayed out across her skin like a canvas. Lydia had an unusual tattoo of a spider that sat beautifully against her sternum. The spider had woven its web across her chest and at some point, the various stages of the moon had gotten hopelessly stuck in the delicate beads of webbing. The outermost tendrils of the web seemed to hug the underside of her breasts wonderfully. Though the tattoo was slightly obscured by the wire of her bra. However, you could still pick out the different elements that sat delicately across her skin.
It was a stunning piece penned in beautiful shades of white and grey. The spider looked glossy and almost alive as it sat against her pale skin.
She had other pieces of ink on her but she had always loved this particular piece, as it looked powerful yet dainty. It was her newest one as her back piece had been with her for several years at this point and she still had the itch to get more done.
Lydia continued to strip, a flourish of her wrists and a swing to her hips and she really got into the music. She couldn't help but laugh as she did so which sounded positively musical.
"I forgot you took that burlesque class. I'm telling you lyds people would pay to see you strip" Raven noted a little wistfully.
"They really wouldn't. Scar tissue isn't the least bit sexy" Lydia reminded her but it was still a nice compliment anyway. The song ended as Lydia was clad just in her underwear, she felt a little weird as she personally would have preferred to have more of a burlesque-style costume on for this type of thing. Or, at least some props she could concentrate on. This wasn't the first time Lydia had stripped like this. But, this felt very different to the atmosphere of her Burlesque class. Perhaps because of Beetlejuice's presence being so close while they were doing it made her feel slightly nervous. although the booze was helping to wash away her fears.
The camera flashed and Lydia felt a little self-conscious. But Raven took over as she seemed to have quite the plan.
"Climb into bed and we'll give him more of a surprise" Lydia giggled be it from nerves or the now-finished glass of wine. She quickly poured more for both of them before climbing into bed.
Raven pushed Lydia back so she was sprawled against the pillows, her hair splayed around her like a dark halo. "this will only take a second". The woman said as she made sure that only their heads were in the shot as she leaned in and kissed Lydia. The camera flashed, capturing the sapphic moment for all to see.
"Ah now this brings back old memories" Raven said with a grin as she shook the now printed-out picture as she waited for it to develop.
"Yeah, but we both know why it didn't work between us. You're a much better friend than a girlfriend" Lydia stated, the booze had loosened her tongue just a little.
"Hey, I did the best I could at the time. It's not my fault that we just work better as friends than lovers" Raven said with mock anger as she did in fact fully agree with Lydia.
"Oh, so we were lovers now, is that what you call it" Lydia teased. It was true that the pair had briefly dated way back in college. However for whatever reason the pair just worked better as friends. There weren't any hurt feelings as the break up was a mutual decision. Their dynamic improved dramatically as soon as they went back to being close friends.
"Look this next one is going to be a little naughty so you can wimp out of it if you want" Raven teased as she made her way further onto the bed and she began to straddle Lydia.
"Nah I'm good to go" Lydia said with a slightly tipsy grin. "Where do you want me madam camera?" she asked huskily.
The next photo was much more risqué as Raven placed her hand against Lydia's chest, where she began playing with the thin, lacy fabric of her bra. It was cold in the room and you could easily see Lydia's nipple tented against the fabric.
There was a flash of light and the photo was taken. The camera whirred as it printed out the particularly salacious picture.
"Now you do me" make sure to get your hand in the shot as well as my boobs". They proceeded to take a few more risqué pictures before they decided enough was enough and they both decided to get redressed. Raven chose a simple short black dress that didn't leave much to the imagination. While Lydia wore a longer black dress that sat just off the shoulder. The dress was low cut enough to see her ample cleavage but she didn't consider it to be too slutty. She had attached a patterned bra harness under the dress so that her decolletage was draped with a black spider web pattern. The black bands of the webbing looked quite beautiful when contrasted against her pale skin. She felt incredibly sexy in this dress and thought she had no intention of hooking up with anyone at the club. In part because of a certain ghost trapped inside her mother's mirror. She just wanted to go and dance out some of her frustrations, before she had another conversation with her Ghostly partner in crime.
Once Raven had left the room Lydia gathered up all the pictures and placed them on the dressing table. She flicked the curtains away from the mirror so she could see the ghostly inhabitance in his full glory.
He was sitting floating as if nothing bothered him at all. Still, she was aware the moment he noticed her as his jaw dropped. By the gods did she look amazing? Beej's trousers strained to contain him and he was grateful that she could only see him from the waist up. Lydia was acutely aware of how his eyes roamed her body hungrily paying special attention to her breasts and her figure. He had a cocky smile plastered on his face that seemed to say "We both know what's going to happen".
"Wow babes, you look absolutely stunning. I dig the spider web now all you need is a little mojo, of which I am happy to provide" He said in something of a deep guttural purr that made her feel all mixed up inside.
"Care to let me out now considering you're going out for the evening and all" She was unsure of how he knew her plans but she decided to go with it.
"Nope not going to happen Beej. You're staying put until further notice. Think of it as a little punishment for your little escapade last night" she teased.
"Oh and talking of punishments, I hope you enjoy" she said putting down the stack of Polaroid pictures, she made sure to turn the first one over so that only the white of the film paper showed. She was intrigued to figure out if his influence did in fact radiate outside the mirror like she suspected. If the pictures were shuffled through once she got back home from the club then she had her answer.
"By Beej," Lydia said with a smile, before he had the chance to interrupt she had left the room. Which just left the Ghost incredibly confused and more than a little curious about the stack of something Lydia had left for him.
Beetlejuice had been confused and delighted that Lydia kissed the mirror. It was the closest he had been to her since their initial kiss and he wanted her more than anything. Seeing her all dolled up really did something to him and he wished he could undress her slowly savoring every moment. He wondered exactly what she had been doing earlier. He knew Lydia and that Raven chick had been doing something that involved a camera as he had seen the flash reflect off the outside of the mirror. He was almost positive he had seen a flash of thrown clothing a few times. But he figured both women had been trying on clothes in a rather dramatic fashion. He looked around the room which was now very empty as was the house. He wished he had the opportunity to roam the house. Yes, he would probably just watch TV or figure out how that whole internet thing worked. He was dying to see if he could get porn on Lydia's laptop as he had heard newbie ghosts raving about the internet that mortals had access to. He rather liked the current set-up of merging with the machine to have the words appear organically as he decided on them. Though, he had to admit that the current setup was lacking a fair bit and could vastly be improved. Hell if he could get a modern laptop and a projector to the neither world then he could open his very own porno theatre. However, he doubted that the internet had much in the way of entertainment that would interest the dead. All the porn he had seen on the other side had been rather vanilla and he found it to be incredibly boring. Still, sex was sex and he desperately needed to get laid. The awful itch was back again worse than ever after seeing Lydia in that dress. By the gods, she had looked phenomenal. He would give anything to slip out of the mirror and show her a good time. Oh, the things he would do to that body of hers. It was banging from what he had seen, the woman had quite the rack and her curves made him feel weak at the knees. He could only hope that she would be receptive to his whims. She had kissed the mirror after all. If the little minx wanted to play then he knew exactly what he was going to do to pay her back.
It was then he looked down and noticed the pile of pictures, neatly stacked on the edge of the dressing table. He reached out, his influence drifting past the edge of the mirror. He couldn't quite get his hands all the way through its shiny silver surface. So, instead, he began to make the pictures float up to the mirror so he could see them. He clicked his fingers and a pair of black spectacles appeared on his face. The slight magnification did a better job as he could see the photos a little better. However, the refraction of the mirror warped the image slightly so that even with glasses on he had a hard time seeing any of the small details.
The first picture wasn't anything to write home about. It detailed Lydia standing in her pajamas looking rather awkward. He thought she looked rather cute as if she were about to head off to bed.
The next photo however made his jaw drop to the floor. A woman clad in a red lacy bra, he tried to see who the culprit was, but the photo was cropped just right so that he couldn't see above the neck. He could just about see a swish of dark hair, but in the blown-out picture, it could have been any colour. He tried to eye the picture closer, there was something inked on the woman's chest but he couldn't quite make out what it was.
He flicked to the next picture, this one didn't hold his interest quite as much as the first one despite it also depicting the chest of a woman, this time dressed in a black bra. He knew this should have thrilled him but for some reason, he felt more drawn to the woman draped in red. His hands shook as he flicked over the next photograph to find a full-body shot of the woman dressed in red. He could see almost all of her now except for her head. He noted that she still had the tattoo that was just peaking out below her bra and he longed to see more. He could see the vague shape of it as it hugged her underboob beautifully. He lazily raked his gaze across the woman's taught stomach and found his gaze ending on her pelvis. She was adorned with an equally lacy pair of panties that just begged to be ripped off with his teeth. This woman was positively bewitching. He yearned to hold her photos in his hands so he could study every detail. There was just something so mesmerising about this woman in red, he couldn't put his finger on it but the picture called to him like a siren. He was running at full mast and he was more than a little frustrated. He was also more than a little flustered about the fact that the woman in black did nothing for him. He was a sleaze and a well-known one, usually a simple slip of some skin was enough to get him all hot and bothered. But, here was the woman in black, practically laid bare before him. Yet, he didn't feel a single thing towards her as she was more than overshadowed by the woman in Red. He flicked through the next photo, again the woman in black, almost all of her except for the head again.
"Whoever had done these boudoir photos really did a shitty job" he mused to himself.
The next photo was clearly of Lydia kissing another equally pale woman who he presumed must be her friend Raven. That really did it for him.
"You little tease" he muttered unzipping his trousers. He needed to hold these photos so he reached out to claim them. He only needed his influence to pull them to him and he should be able to hold the stack of suggestive and naughty pictures like he really wanted to.
He tried to reach out only to be burnt by the black coating from the backside of the mirror.
"AH Fuck!" he hissed as he balled his fists up and tried again. He could swear that the photos moved closer this time, pressed firmly against the glass. He could see the edges of the photos warp slightly as they began to come through. He brought his fists down against the mirror as hard as he could. He felt as if he would explode at any second if he didn't get these photos. He needed those pictures, he needed to hold them to see if he could pick up anything else about them. If there was some magic drawing him to the mysterious woman in red then he should be able to sense it. But, he needed to be free to physically hold the smutty photos in his hands like he wanted.
He punched the mirror with all his might, causing the photos to come through skittering into the strange, dead space behind the mirror. There was also a thunk followed by a strange clicking sound on the other side of the mirror as something in the old and worn dressing table opened up. An unseen compartment now hung open, just waiting for its secrets to be revealed.
Beetlejuice quickly yet carefully picked up all the pictures. Careful not to crease them because as far as he was concerned these might as well have been the most precious thing in the world. He flicked through the few photos he had so far. Now he had them physically in his hand he could see that the woman in red had a spiderweb tattoo on her sternum. His mouth watered at that. He wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of the tattoo and possibly motorboat the woman's boobs as it would be a shame not to if he just happened to be there.
He flicked to the next photo, "Woman in black, next" he flicked the photo over his shoulder without really thinking about it or seeing its content. The next photo was the illustrious woman in red, and someone was squeezing her breasts. He shuddered at the sight as he imagined himself being the disembodied pair of hands doing its work. He longed for a release as this woman in red was driving him crazy. He didn't understand why he found this strange faceless woman so attractive but he really did something for him that he had never experienced before. He filed through each and every photo picking up little details here and then as he finally broke and began masterbating to the wonderful woman in Red. He made sure not to get the photos dirty, it was such an effort not to cum directly on the pictures. But, there were some stains that he couldn't juice out and there would always be a sticky sheen on the camera stock. So though it pained him not to, he refused to finish on the photos considering he didn't have any coppies. He realised that the damned itch didn't return either so there must have been something magical about that woman clad in red. He focused on the photos now that he was blessed with post-nut clarity. The little whisp's black hair and the shape of her clavicle made him think that this woman was Lydia. Well, that or it was that Raven chick, who he hadn't actually seen before. Either way, he was dying to meet this chick. Wherever she was as she had a body built for bedrooms and he was going to make sure he kissed every single inch of it.
Hours passed and Beetlejuice had conjured himself up a newspaper to pass the time. his glasses were long gone, he didn't need them now he wasn't studying the photos any more. He read the paper aimlessly as there wasn't really anything he hadn't read before after all it had come from his imagination. There was only so much one person could be surprised by themselves. It was as he sat lazily in the air that he first felt it. That pulling sensation was like a thousand vaults of electricity as if he was about to be pulled inside out and upside down. Someone was calling his name. Yes, he would finally be free from this damned mirror.
Beetlejuice... Beetlejuice... Beetlejuice" Lydia called drunkenly as she stumbled into her bedroom. She tried to kick her heels off but she almost fell so she leaned heavily on the bedframe for support as she took off the heels and threw them in the vague direction of the closet. She swayed slightly as she stood. She had consumed way too much tequila for one night. It was Raven's fault for ordering so many shots. Lydia always liked that particular drink, most people said that it messed them up. But, not her she could drink it all night. Or at least that's what she claimed the drunken giggling would speak of the fact she didn't quite have the tolerance she claimed to have.
"YOU" Beetlejuice seethed as he appeared next to her. He loomed over her his aura was positively seething with anger. His eyes burnt a deadly cadmium as he rounded on Lydia. He clicked his fingers and the stack of very much-pawed-through photos appeared in his hand.
"Did you think you could do this and just get away with it?" Beej flicked the photos at Lydia with a growl. Oh, he was going to make her pay if it was the last thing he ever did.
"It was just a joke" Lydia giggled her drunken mind didn't register the full scope of the situation at hand. But the look on his face was like a thunderstorm. The way he was glaring at her, Lydia half expected her clothes to suddenly catch on fire.
Her brain was just a few seconds slow but she quickly caught up with what was going on. They weren't teasing one another anymore he was legitimately mad at her and that was terrifying. She stepped back away from the frightening ghost only to find herself backed into a corner, stuck between the wall and the large bed frame. There was no way for her to escape as she looked around desperately for a way out.
"Beej please" she uttered desperately her head filling with all the different ways he could kill her. He could simply click his red-stained fingertips and that would be it. She could be poofed from existence if he really wanted her to.
"Oh I'll show you a Joke babes" Beej said closing the small amount of distance between them in a second. Lydia began to panic.
"I'll show you a real good one" He seethed and his mouth came crashing down against Lydia's as he pinned her against the wall. He fought for dominance as he bit against her lip. She was caught off guard and gasped into the stinging bite as she tried to pull away. Yet his hand was at the back of her neck making sure she couldn't move. Never being one to waste an opportunity he took the invitation to plunder her mouth with his forked tongue. His body crushed against her as he pressed her against the wall roughly. His kiss was demanding and full of promise. All Lydia's drunken brain could do was submit to the cruel but sexy torment.
She tried to kiss him back but it would seem that the ghost had other plans.
Beej carded his hand through her hair, only to yank on it making Lydia break the fevered kiss. She hissed in pain but the noise was silenced when she felt demanding bites against the pale skin of her neck. He let out a chuckling growl as he was impressed by how quickly the bruise from his love bites began to bloom against her skin.
"Tell me you don't want this" He half growled half purred as he clicked his fingers and Lydia found an extra hand hooked around her ankle. She watched as the hand lifted her leg up and hooked it over Beej's hip so that they were pressing against each other intimately. She gasped lustily and he ravaged her mouth once more as he ground himself against her.
"Oh fuck" she shuddered at the feeling of his very hard erection pressed against her. She couldn't keep her thoughts anywhere but him and the wonderful torturous feelings he was providing. Lydia moaned into his mouth which he happily continued to plunder with his tongue.
"That's my girl. I love it when you talk dirty Miss Deetz" he muttered as his hands began to grope her arse, pressing her even more firmly against him. " Why did it sound so appealing to be HIS girl?" Lydia wondered, though her mind was lost in a drunken haze of lust.
"Just tell me you don't want this" He uttered again stealing a fiery kiss from her that took her breath away. She could feel her pulse between her legs and she was aching with need.
"I want this!" she moaned. His kiss became a little less sharp and demanding the moment she spoke but she could still feel the dangerous edge to his teeth as he nipped at her lips bruising them with his love.
Lydia felt his hand come to rest between them and his fingers began to brush lightly over the material of her panties. His fingers we feather light but she could still feel him and his delicious cold that positively sang to her.
"Tell me you want me" He growled as he massaged the pleasantly warm spot between her legs. He chuckled as he caught a glimpse of something red beneath her dress. "That little minx!" He thought to herself, it explained why the woman in red had been so damned alluring.
Lydia felt his fingers begin to slip past the edge of her panties and she shuddered at the sensation of skin against skin. Yes, he was cold as ice but she weirdly enjoyed the frozen sensation. Even in such an intimate place, it felt oddly thrilling. It made her feel as if little bolts of electricity were arching between their skin every time he touched her. Everything was going so well. She wanted him more than anything. She wanted to feel his long slender finger inside her as he took her to nirvana.
"You have no idea how much I want you" she muttered as she tried to press herself against his awaiting fingers. He chuckled darkly and Lydia's head snapped forward in confusion at the feeling of that other hand came climbing up her leg like the thing from the Addams Family.
"Oh I think I have a good idea" Beetlejuice said with a smirk like a cat that got the cream.
"What did you really think I didn't have a few tricks up my sleeve," He said as the severed, ghostly hand took over. Beej's actual hands went to Lydia's breasts where he began to roll and pinch her nipples between his fingers.
"I should pull your panties down right now and fuck you all night" Beej hummed against her throat as he began to kiss down unto her ample cleavage. He found himself bothered by the spiderweb harness Lydia was wearing. So he pinged one of the pieces of strapping and with one smooth motion, he flicked the thing into the corner of the room. Lydia was too distracted by the wonderful movement caused by the spare hand to take much notice. But the harness was now strung in the corner of the room like a giant spider's web. Beetlejuice couldn't help but think that it looked almost perfect. It just needed a giant black and white spider.
"Yes please" Lydia whimpered she wanted to feel the ghost, he was already hard and she was desperate to feel him inside of her. It just felt right, she didn't care that she was drunk. He felt good and she needed this. It had been years, god damn years! since she last got laid. Now there was a deliciously cold and willing ghost doing all the right things to her. All she could think of right now was him and the wonderful feeling of his hands all three of them.
"But Babes We've got a problem. You see earlier that little photo show did things to me. But, I was stuck in that blasted mirror of yours." He informed her. He wanted Lydia and he wanted her now despite the taste of tequila on her lips or perhaps because of it. It was very true that the old him wouldn't have wasted a moment to fuck Lydia senseless and here he was legitimately having a moment of hesitation. Though she had to know how it felt to be all wound up with nowhere to go. He wanted her to know that nothing, not even the caress of her own hand would get her of the infernal need like he could. He knew that things had changed over the last few days so much so that he wasn't sure he quite recognised the Ghost in the mirror anymore. But some things would always be the same. His sense for revenge for example. He lived for it; breathed it and right now the good Miss Deetz needed a taste of her own medicine. If he was going to do anything to claim her as his he needed to do this. It physically pained him to shut things down when they were getting so good. He knew he would soon develop a terminal case of blue balls after this. But he needed to do it. Besides he got one hell of an answer that she could never take back. Lydia wanted him, there was no pretending she didn't say what she said and she was all warm and willing just how he wanted. He realised he was crazy for turning her down but he wanted her to feel just as frustrated as she had left him.
His fingers delved past Lydia's panties where he began to stroke circles along her slickness. Lydia let out a startled moan. He held her close as his fingers bathed across her loins before going to lavish attention on her clitoris. She saw stars as his fingers began to rub lovingly over her pleasure button. It felt as if he had known her body before as he instinctually knew what she liked the most. His fingers made small circular motions against her. Her head lolled back against her shoulders as she shuddered in sheer pleasure. She hadn't known such things were possible but here she was with Beetlejuice getting her off. She saw him grin at her before he began to pick up speed.
Beetlejuice couldn't help but feel enamoured with the scene unfolding before him. Here was Lydia His Lydia. Moaning and sighing because of his fingers, he had considered using his long serpentine tongue to surprise her but he had to leave some things as a surprise when the main event presented itself. For now, he just watched in amazement as Lydia groaned and ground down against his fingers so he began lavishing her mouth with attention. He wondered exactly what he had done to see such earthly delights as Lydia Deetz in the heart of ecstasy. She was somehow even more stunning with the sloppy drunken grin plastered on her face. He loved how she looked. Hair muddled and lips bruised from his abuse. He couldn't be developing real feelings for Lydia, could he? "No, it's just lust," he thought to himself despite the feeling that these new feelings for Lydia were a lot deeper than his usual surface-level stuff. But, he had to admit he would do almost anything to see her like this. To feel her slickness and taste her arousal. His forked tongue could pick up the scent and taste of her lust and he felt almost drunk on it. He would do anything to feel her like this again too and he debated going through with his plan. It would be so easy to just keep the party going, but he couldn't. She needed to learn her lesson that he wasn't the kind of Ghost you could do this to and not expect some sort of consequences.
He sped up his pace until Lydia was practically panting. Her breath hitched and she had a death grip upon his shoulder that he knew meant she was close. He could sense it in her she would come undone in moments. A part of him felt very pleased with himself that he had managed to get her there so easily. But, just as she was about to cum his fingertips stopped their machinations and his hand withdrew from inside her panties. Lydia let out a whimper at the sudden feeling of loss she felt now his fingers weren't stroking up a storm. She was confused as to why he withdrew, she had been so close too. She could almost taste the orgasm and she could feel it would have been a particularly powerful one too.
"So, perhaps you will think twice next time you wind someone up and then just leave them without a grand finale," He said with a truly serpentine-looking grin.
"At least I had the decency to make you feel all gooey before I hit the road" he hissed taking her lips in another explosive kiss that had Lydia seeing stars again. Before she had a chance to even let the words he had spoken soak in he clicked his fingers and vanished from in front of her. Lydia stumbled as she was no longer being held up by the Ghost but she luckily managed to fall into the bed. She could still sense him somewhere nearby but she couldn't see him.
"What, no...Beetlejuice!" she called but there was no answer. She climbed into bed the warm covers taking the delightful cold from her body. She didn't understand how things had gone from zero to 100 so fast and then back again. Hell, the pair had almost had sex against her wall but then he stopped it. Since when did he have a conscience of all things? The Ghost with the Most wasn't exactly known for actually caring about anything but himself so she was utterly baffled by what had just occurred.
"Beetlejuice that wasn't fair" she cried out but again she was met with silence. She knew she could call him again. Trap him back in the mirror so he would have to talk to her. But, she just couldn't do it. She couldn't look at him as all she wanted to do was kiss him or perhaps slap him. Both felt equally as good to her right now.
"Fine, be that way" Lydia cried drunkenly as she settled into bed. She knew she should feel disgusted with herself that she had let him touch her like this. Or at least that's what she wished she could feel. Instead, she felt nothing but longing for him. Her thighs burnt and she ached for attention. He had so cruelly denied her of her own orgasm but she was too tired and too drunk to attempt to get herself to the finish. She also knew that not even her favourite black and white vibrator would get her nirvana, not after a show like that. So instead she went to sleep she would deal with this whole situation in the morning.