Sean nipped at her neck as they recovered. Their bodies slick with sweat. “Now you really have to trust me. All weekend.”
“As long as you want me.”
“This can’t be real.”
“You barely know me. Reality will set in.”
“We don’t know each other well. We will.” He nodded.
“I catch ghosts with my family. I travel a lot. Not good for relationships. I’ve always had the gift. It’s my life.” She seemed to be confessing.
“Do you like your life?” he asked.
Dana smiled. “I love it. It’s great, except for being alone.”
“Then don’t complain. Enjoy the weekend and the castle.” He licked her nipple. “I work all the time and rarely get to travel. I understand about being alone.”
“I plan to enjoy the castle and you. But first I need to get rid of the ghosts.” She pushed on him to roll over.
He rolled to set her free. “I thought I was in charge.”
Dana stood but leaned back to give him a quick kiss. “In bed, for all the sex, you absolutely are. But that’s it. It’s not a fulltime thing. Your sister didn’t hire me to play sex slave. And this isn’t the sixteenth century.”
He watched Dana dress. There was balance out there. He never expected to find that. Mind-blowing sex with a woman who wanted it as much as he did, yet she had her own agenda. Sean felt possessive in a new way. No one would take her from him, but she’d have to choose him.
Finally, he was dressed and ready to help with the ghost busting. Then he could have his submissive back and make the most of the weekend. But something told him that Dermott was territorial. He wouldn’t go quietly. Sean would make sure the castle was his, not stuck in the past. With Dana’s help.
Chapter Four
As Dana poured salt and holy water around the entire castle to seal it, she could feel the vibrations inside. It wasn’t the ghosts. It was Sean.
She’d stunned herself by playing along so willingly. Part of her wanted to blame the ghosts but she knew she was stronger than that. Like it or not, Dana loved what Sean had done. Her bottom was still tender and it kept her aware of how he affected her. How she wanted it again. Daily. Forever. He’d apologized. They definitely had to practice more because that ruined the moment. She stopped herself. There was no promise of a future. Perhaps the only reason he’d let go so fully was because it was a weekend away. He’d never have to see her again. Boston was a big city.
Then her work moved inside. She lit a white candle and moved through every room in the large castle. She instructed the trapped ghosts to be free and enjoy their eternity. The vastness of the castle gave her time to think. About Sean.
Sean wasn’t what he appeared. His tough, collected exterior and skeptical front gave way to passion and control of a sensual kind. Something in Dana understood that all too well. She wanted to understand him more. To fully experience him.
A small piece of her began to hope. He’d enjoyed it. It appeared that she pleased him. They both lived in Boston. It wasn’t impossible—if he wanted it.
Her tour ended in the dungeon, where she found Sean at the table and chairs. Food was set out on the table and a fire was blazing.
Dana’s heart flipped and she tried not to show it. Every time she got near him, her pussy ignited.
“I ran out for some food. All done?” He held her chair.
Dana set the candle on the table and sat. “Thank you. So far, yes. I went through the entire house. I’ll give it an hour and see if anyone appears.”
“Dermott was strong.” Sean sat across from her and passed a basket of soda bread.
“He’s the one I’m most worried about. If he tries again, you need to focus on your desires verses his.”
“What if we want the same thing?” Sean stared at her.
Dana felt herself go red. “Dermott doesn’t want me. He wants to possess any woman in his castle. You’ll have to focus on me and try your best.” Sean wanted more than one submissive, of course. He was so much. She probably wasn’t enough. Dana couldn’t live with that. She wanted to be the only woman.
Suddenly she felt the presence of a female ghost—the strongest one. She too wanted to be special in her life with Dermott. Dana fought a fainting spell as she learned the details.
“Coffee?” he offered.
“Please.” Dana took a mug with a shaky hand.
“You okay?” he asked.
“We’re not alone. At least one of the wives is still here.” Dana was frustrated at her failure. Most of the time she cleaned a place in one sweep but the ghosts here were ancient and strong.
“We have tomorrow. You’ll try again.” Sean dug into the food.
“A good night’s sleep can’t hurt but I’ll try later tonight. Challenge them when they’re most active.” Dana wanted to feel normal for a bit. “Your sister didn’t tell me what you do for a living.”
“I’m a partner in an architecture firm. It’s great to work for yourself, right?”
Dana began to eat and nodded. “Definitely nice to be your own boss. Do you have a girlfriend?” It was dangerous ground, she knew, but she had to know if there was a chance.
“No. I’m not very good at dating. You?” He studied her.
“No. With what I do, the travel, the ghosts. Most men think I’m crazy.”
“Seeing is believing. What do your parents think about your work?”
“They started the business. The house I grew up in was full of ghosts. One really scared me, the rest I could handle. My parents did research and then bought specialized equipment. They loved the house and weren’t giving it up.”
“Like my sister and this place.” He nodded at the castle around them.
“Exactly. I had the gift so it wasn’t something I could ignore. My brothers mastered the machines and we were in business.”
“Do you ever wish you didn’t have this gift?” he asked.
“No. That’d be like wanting to be blind. I’m used to it. Even if I saw something disturbing, I wouldn’t give up my sight.”
“Makes sense. Feel any other left-behind spirits?”
Dana scanned the room and sensed Dermott. “He’s still here. By the fireplace.”
“Stubborn old man.” Sean shook his head.
“I’m sure he won’t go unless all of the women are gone. Men and their territory.” Dana smiled.
“We like to know what’s ours and let others know.”
“Maybe if you let Dermott know that the castle is yours now, he’ll let go. It’s not mine.” Dana hoped that would do something.
Sean’s skeptical face was back but he cleared his throat. “Dermott. The house has passed to me by law. Please move out with your wives.”
Dana tried not to laugh. “Full credit for attempts at old-fashioned talk. But he’s still here.”
“Guess we’ll to have to show him.” Sean held out a hand.
“Show him?” Dana took his hand and felt the familiar tingle of Sean’s power.
“He’s marked a lot more territory around here than I. We need to catch up.” Sean pulled her near the bed. “Undress me.”
With a thrill, Dana knelt down and started with his shoes. Suddenly her energy was restored. A night of pleasure at the hands of Sean and another attempt to launch the two stubborn ghosts. Then tomorrow would be all for them. He was naked in seconds, his erection clearly on its way. But Dana waited for instructions.
“Take off your clothes.” He reclined on the bed and watched.
She stripped and waited.
“Turn around.”
She turned and saw herself in the mirror. It was real. It might not last, but for a time she had what she needed.
“Your cheeks are still pink.” His hands molded and squeezed her rear. “Did you like it?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“More?”
Her pussy quivered, wet and aching for more. “Please.”
“Not tonight.” He was a tease. R
eminding her it was his pleasure. “Lie on the bed, face up.”
Dana moved to lie on the bed, spread-eagle, as Sean stood and watched her.
“I’m not going to tie you up. I want you to obey. Your hands and feet stay outstretched. Understood?”
“Yes.” She wanted to be tied up, to struggle against it. This was harder. More arousing in a way. To obey or to give in, which was more pleasure?
Sean reached to the bedside table and produced a glass dildo. It was on the small side. Dana’s pussy drooled at the sight and she wondered where the toy came from.
“Think you can take it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
Dana knew either his cock or the toy was going in her ass. “Anywhere you want.”
“If I wanted it to pleasure you, where?”
“My pussy.” She stared him in the eye.
“Why?”
“I want your cock in my ass, please.” She licked her lips.
“Maybe next time.” He leaned over her and lubed the dildo with her pussy juice and then eased it back. “Open.”
Dana relaxed her muscles as the smooth glass filled her second hole.
“Hold it,” he said.
She obeyed, enjoying the full sensation but wanting his warm cock there instead. “Thank you.” If she wanted to please him, she had to play his way. To appreciate whatever he wanted. Dana couldn’t help wanting it all with him.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.” For once she felt beautiful.
He leaned in and tongued her breasts, biting her nipples until she arched and her hips flexed. The man knew how to press her buttons.
“You’re ready.” Sean eased onto the bed. Slowly he slid three fingers into her. The fit was tight because of the toy. “Is there room for me?”
“Yes, please. Fuck me.” One hand betrayed her and reached for him.
He caught it and put it back down. “Be good. You don’t want it to end, do you?”
“No,” she moaned. “I’m sorry.”
“You will be and for that I’ll come where I like. And you like it when I come inside of you.”
“Please, I’m sorry.” Dana wanted him deep inside her when he came. Part of her knew he liked it too. She hated that she failed him. She deserved whatever punishment he chose.
“And you’ll be punished. It’s only fair.” He settled between her legs and pushed on the dildo for good measure. “Ready?”
“Yes.” Dana watched as he centered and slid into her. The sensation of fullness between her pussy and ass dazzled her. Her hips lifted to meet him.
“An eager and horny little submissive,” he whispered in her ear. “The worst punishment would be not to let you come.”
Dana felt the truth fly out her mouth. “No please. The worst would be you not coming.”
Sean smiled and began thrusting hard and deep. The bed shook and Dana moaned loudly as he overwhelmed her, his mouth on her neck. She wanted him to kiss her but felt his control in place. The slow buildup of her orgasm betrayed her as her body convulsed, holding both cocks as she shuddered and screamed his name at the top of her lungs.
He never stopped watching her. Dana felt him tense. Forcing herself not to beg, she watched as he pulled out and jerked off. His cum landed on her breasts. He’d marked her visually now. It was a new thrill for her that she hadn’t expected. “Thank you.”
“You’re loud in bed.” He fed her his cock.
She sucked and licked him clean. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quieter.”
“No, I like it. Clean up your breasts and get some sleep.” He rolled over next to her and watched as she gathered his cum from her breasts with her fingers and licked it up. Then he rolled her closer and covered them both with a blanket. Dana had never felt so alive and fulfilled.
Chapter Five
Sean watched her sleep, curled against him. Her late-night attempt to remove the two ghosts had failed. At the moment, Sean couldn’t care less about ghosts or castles. All he thought about was Dana being his. Forever.
Part of him couldn’t believe he’d found her, or the things they’d done. Dermott started to push and Sean felt it. Dermott had degraded and turned his wives against each other. That part Sean pushed away. Sean only wanted one woman who would do anything for him. He’d do anything for Dana—Sean already knew it.
Deep down he knew he had to let her finish her work and clean the castle before he could talk about the future. Then they’d see what they had without ghosts influencing them. It would be easier without Dermott pushing him to claim Dana, mark her as his own. Dermott was ancient and Sean wanted to be Dana’s choice, not her ruler.
She stirred and stretched, finally her eyes opened. “Morning.” She kissed his chest.
Sean tugged her on top of him and rubbed her rear. Before her late-night attempt at ghostbusting, he’d taken out the glass toy. “Morning. Sleep well?” He kissed her forehead.
“Wonderful. Can we stay here forever?” Her fingers sank into his hair.
“Unfortunately, we both have jobs to get back to. Besides, Boston has more to offer than a dark old castle.”
“If we could just get rid of the ghosts, I’d be fine here.”
“Maybe a vacation or two a year. Too much and you’d get lonely and bored with just me. But it is peaceful. Why are we here on Halloween? Does it help you?”
“I think your sister thought it would. It makes no difference to me. But given the age of these ghosts, they would believe it’s All Soul’s Day. They might think they have more power than normal. It could make it easier to confront them. So what else do you want to do on our last day?” she asked.
“First, I’m thinking a bath. I’ll get the water started.” He rolled from under her and out of bed to stoke the fire. The Celtic infinity-shaped poker caught his eye. On impulse, he set it in the embers—not deep in the flames but close enough to get hot.
“What should we do while the water is warming?” she asked seductively from the bed.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he ordered.
Dermott tried to play, to push in the extreme, but Sean resisted.
Dana was perched on the edge of the bed, naked and smiling when he approached. Sean wanted a show.
“Face the mirror. Spread your legs.” He sat behind her, his cock already growing. “Watch yourself as you get off for me.”
“What?” she blurted.
“Do it.” He reached around and pulled her pussy lips farther apart. “Watch how beautiful you are when you obey me.”
Dana’s head rested against him as her fingers dipped to her clit. His hands pulled her thighs wider for a better view. The soft grunts and groans came from deep in her throat as she massaged her pussy. Her ass rubbed against his cock as her hips moved.
He watched her eyes, half closed in ecstasy but still watching in the mirror. Slowly her other hand rubbed her breasts. The intimacy was intense.
“Sean!” She pressed back and tensed.
His arms held her steady, keeping her legs wide as she lost control and came for him. She came fast. Dana’s body jumped and jerked as she repeated his name. Her fingers pressed harder on her clit and her hips braced against the bed as she shook against him.
“I should’ve started this years ago.” Sean moved a hand to catch her juice as it pumped out of her. Gently, he rubbed it against her breasts and pussy.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
His kissed the back of her neck. “You did all the work.”
She smiled at him in the mirror and offered him her slick fingers. Sucking them clean, Sean enjoyed the smell and taste of her.
“Now I really do need a bath.” She laughed.
“Me first.”
Dana turned to kneel in front of him. “Tell me what you want.” Her eyes fixed on his hard cock.
“Not yet. Bathe me.” He went to the fire and poured the warm water into the tub. Sean climbed in and waited.
D
ana moved to him. Taking a cloth and soap, she washed his back, shoulders and chest. When she started to go lower, he grabbed her wrist. “Get in. Do my legs.”
He enjoyed the feel of her hands on him and her body close to him. Wet and close, he wanted her. “Come here.” He turned her and sucked her breasts clean. The firm nipples felt right on his tongue.
When her hips tried to connect with his cock, Sean pulled her back. “Not yet. Stand up.”
She stood in the tub and Sean positioned himself to fit his mouth to her pussy. He devoured her soft flesh, licking and biting until she was wet for him again. Dana’s fingers dug into his scalp for balance as he licked her from asshole to clit. He’d make sure she never wanted to leave.
But he didn’t let her come. Sean was on the verge as well. He stopped suddenly and looked up at her. “Lie on the rug in front of the fire.”
Dana obeyed, lying spread-eagle, her face still contorted with pleasure. The light from the fire made her skin glow. Her nipples stood shadowed against the flames, hard from the cold and arousal.
“More?” he asked.
“Yes.” She nodded as if there were any doubt.
Sean felt Dermott’s ghost urging but he wasn’t sure what about. There was no doubt Sean would fuck her. Make sure she was his.
He rose slowly from the bath and stood between her legs. Dana’s eyes were on his erection as he knelt down. “You’re mine,” he said.
“Yes.” Her answer was automatic.
“Forever,” he added.
“Forever,” she agreed.
He leaned over her, capturing her mouth in a slow, delicious kiss. As he deepened the kiss, Sean slid inside of her. He felt her pussy tense and welcome him. It was familiar and still seductive.
Loud groans came from her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. “Forever,” she muttered against his mouth.
Sean felt a need, stronger than his own. The need to claim her, possess her. It blinded him as he fucked her. No other man could touch her or look at her naked body. Not another man in the world. He had to mark her, make her his forever.
As her hips bucked to meet him, he saw the smooth front of her hip, not far from her pussy. It had to go there. His mark.
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