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by Lexi Post


  His relief was palatable. He lowered his hips and found her wet opening with the tip of his cock. In one long, never-ending slide, he pushed into her.

  It had been awhile and she was tight. Her muscles fought the invasion and latched on to him at the same time. She lifted her hips to take every inch as he speared her, buried himself deep into her, touching her core. When he had completed his entry, she could almost hear the audience sigh, but while they could only watch, she could experience the sheer pleasure.

  As he lifted to pull out, her pussy held him, wanting him, but he slid away. Before she could whimper at his exit, he glided back in to the hilt, his cock invading her body and making her his. He increased the rhythm. She bent her knees to meet every thrust with one of her own. The pounding in her pussy combined with the abrasion of his hair against her clit and her body tensed, readied itself for release. Her muscles tightened around him, and he stopped.

  “Open your eyes and keep them open.”

  She did as he bade, anything to make him continue. In the mirror behind his shoulder, the full audience observed, still as a photograph except for the eyes, which stared at their two bodies. As Synn pulled back again, the gazes moved to his cock and they watched it bury itself deep inside her pussy. The stimulation of being watched fueled her pleasure, and she ground her hips into Synn. The audience swallowed in unison at her action, making her desire raw and overpowering. Her body tightened and pulsed toward the release it craved. The audience held their collective breaths. Pleasure seeped from her deep inside and flowed through her, causing her eyes to close. As her orgasm swept through her, she shuddered, moaning in sheer bliss.

  Synn gritted his teeth as Rena’s tight pussy sucked his cum from his cock. Blast! Refusing to allow his own moan to escape, he pounded into her again and again, releasing more and more of his seed. He wasn’t supposed to come. He never did on stage, even back then. This was supposed to be nothing more than a show. What would the others think if they knew he lost control? He didn’t deserve this pleasure.

  Wrung out, he let his head drop, curious to see Rena had closed her eyes at last. He had to think. He had to take her back to her room before she bolted.

  “Synn, that was wild.”

  He lifted his face to meet her gaze. “That’s because you enjoyed the experience for what it was, instead of fighting it. There is much more you can have, but right now we need to put you to bed.”

  She squeezed her vaginal muscles, and he sucked in his breath. “Don’t.”

  Her grin faded. “Is everything okay?”

  No. He pulled out of her.

  “Oh. Too soon.” She stretched like a cat and his cock reacted. From his peripheral vision he noticed the audience did too. Rena had no idea how sexy she was, but they did, and they appreciated it fully.

  Moving the sheets, he managed to clean himself and pull her robe beneath her ass. Kneeling back, he brought her to a sitting position and fed her arms into the sleeves before they wrapped around his neck. She purred, “Kiss me.”

  He couldn’t resist such a request from such a woman, so he did. The taste of her honey-sweet lips made him crave to discover what her nether lips would taste like. He planned to find out, but not tonight. Breaking the kiss, he scooped her up and stood. Turning to the audience, he made a brief bow with her in his arms.

  At their silent applause, she stiffened.

  He needed to put her to bed before she regretted her appearance tonight. “I told you, you were perfect.”

  She gazed at him with such insecurity in her eyes that a strong need to reassure her flooded him. He bent his head and kissed her, forcing her to open to his searching tongue. When her heartbeat increased significantly, he gentled, kissed the corners of her lips and exited the stage.

  He strolled through the rooms with her in his arms.

  “Synn?”

  “Yes?” He started up the stairs to the second floor.

  “You do realize you’re naked, right?”

  He squelched the smile threatening to form. “Yes.”

  “So you know you are walking naked through the Abbey and anyone can see you?”

  “Yes.” He opened her door and strolled to her bed.

  “Aren’t you worried Valerie or Mrs. McMurray might see you?”

  He sat on her mattress with her on his lap. “I don’t think your friend Valerie cares a whit what I look like naked. And as for the ghosts, they’ve all seen me naked before, so I’m not concerned.”

  She played with his hair, which he found very arousing. She had to realize how it felt to him because his erection pressed into her ass.

  She licked her full lips. “Have you done this before?”

  Ah, and now to the quicksand. “I would like to know if you enjoyed yourself?”

  She looked away. “I think that was obvious, don’t you?”

  “Rena, don’t turn away. What we did was beautiful. What those people witnessed pleased them.”

  Her fingers fiddled with her belt. “But that was…not normal.”

  He linked his fingers with hers, stilling them. “Because people watched?”

  She nodded.

  Damn. He wanted to reassure her and kiss her and keep her safe all at once, but he had to think of the others. “Sexual experiences are not bad in and of themselves as long as those who participate are willing. No one was forced to view us.” He smirked. “Except maybe those two men who couldn’t stop watching you.”

  Her head snapped up. “What two men?”

  “The ones you pinched your nipple to. I don’t think they even blinked, and who could blame them? I enjoyed watching you orgasm as well. When you let yourself enjoy, the feeling is increased.”

  She studied him with such intensity, he was reminded she was a novice. “There are many more experiences to be had downstairs, but for now you need your rest.”

  She avoided his gaze. “I’m pretty tired. I think you wore me out.”

  He stood and laid her on the bed. “Glad I could be of service.” He brushed a featherlight kiss across her lips before heading for the door.

  The rustling of her sheets as she made herself comfortable had his blasted cock paying attention again. He had lifted the latch when her sleepy voice reached him.

  “In the Purple Room.”

  He looked over his shoulder. “Beg your pardon?”

  “Your clothes.” She lifted the sheet farther beneath her chin. “They’re in the Purple Room.”

  He hesitated before giving her a nod, then closed the door.

  Ignoring his state of undress, he ascended the stairs two at a time until he reached his haven. Stepping onto the roof, he braced himself against the cold. Good. Maybe now his rampant dick would behave. Striding across the wall-walk, he let the cool air do its work.

  How the hell was he supposed to take her through all the rooms when he orgasmed in the bloody Exhibition Room? The second damn room. He was no novice. He had spent years before the Red Death enjoying numerous and various sexual pleasures, from orgies to sexual implements, and had never lost control, not once. He had been known for his control. If he came in every room and his friends found out, what would they think? They’d think he couldn’t do it. They’d fear that he would take her anywhere instead of through the Pleasure Rooms in order with no sex in between as was required. He didn’t want anything to crush their hope.

  He turned and strode back along the battlements. It had to be the timeframe. He hadn’t had sex in over a hundred and fifty years. Maybe now that he had spilled his seed, he would have more restraint. It had simply been too long. It made sense that he lost control. What man wouldn’t? As the reason for his unusual behavior found solid ground, his heartbeat slowed, but his shivers increased.

  “And what the hell am I doing freezing up here when warm clothes await me?” Reassured, he dematerialized and floated through the floors until he reached the Toy Room below.

  Mary and Beth were the only spirits in it. He nodded at them as he strode through.
They winked but didn’t stop playing simply because he appeared. Moving through the next two rooms, he stopped for a moment in the library. Maybe taking the sex journal out of the bookcase had been the wrong course of action. If he wanted Rena to continue the Masque, she had to feel free to enjoy new experiences. The book could build her curiosity.

  As soon as he reached his room, he would slip into hers and leave the book on her nightstand. His gut told him he had an adventurous sex partner on hand and with a bit of coaxing, he might unleash her wildest side. So much depended upon it.

  * * * * *

  Rena hesitated before entering the dining room. She didn’t want Valerie to learn of her nighttime activity with Synn. It was bad enough that she was ashamed of what she’d done, never mind that Val had told her not to get involved with Synn in the first place. That didn’t sit well on her conscience. Plus, she had woken up to find the sex journal next to her bed. Obviously, Synn not only liked the kinky sex they had last night, but encouraged it. She shuddered to think of what Bryce’s reaction would have been. She had to stop thinking about Bryce and start thinking about herself.

  Valerie sat at the head of the table with her head in her hands. Rena swallowed her own burgeoning high spirits. “What’s up, Val? Did you sleep okay last night?”

  Her friend didn’t look up. “No.”

  She pulled a chair out next to her. “What is it?”

  Valerie lifted her face and spat, “Men.”

  Whoa, Valerie dealt with men in the construction business on a daily basis. She never let them bother her. This wasn’t good. “Can I help?” As if she were any good in that department.

  “Yeah, you can start by putting a leash on Matt. That boy is hornier than a mare in heat. Don’t really care that he ogles my ass all the time, but I caught him trying to look down my shirt. Mine! Can’t he tell there is nothing to see in there? Really, Rena, that boy has got to be desperate.”

  Matt was maybe twenty-three at the most. Valerie certainly didn’t need the hunky college boy underfoot. “Let me see if I can’t give him a few projects that will keep him busy. I hear exercise is a great cure for sexual need.”

  Her friend drew her brows together. “Excuse me?”

  “I find watching his biceps work while he’s cutting brush keeps me sane.”

  The glimmer of a smile reached Valerie’s lips before disappearing. “That takes care of one problem. But the other two I don’t think you can help me with.”

  “Try me.”

  Valerie sat back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. “Okay, Miss I-can-solve-the-world’s-problems. I had a male ghost in the middle of the night who decided he liked walking around my room naked, touching my stuff.”

  Rena’s gut tightened. Synn had walked around the Abbey naked last night. Did he go in Valerie’s room? Why? “What’s this ghost look like?”

  “Don’t get too excited. He’s tall and skinny and has short blond hair. His face is skull-like and his penis is thin. He gives me the creeps.”

  Rena shivered. That was one ghost she already didn’t like. Thankfully, the description didn’t match Synn or Jonathan. “I’ll ask Synn about him. He may know who the man is and maybe we can get him to move to another room.”

  Valerie rubbed her tired eyes. “Right, our resident Ghost Keeper. I’m glad he’s helping you because he hasn’t done anything to help get this place ready. You’d think he… Do I smell coffee?”

  Rena sniffed the air. “Yes, you do. But how can that be? We don’t have any electricity yet.”

  “That’s Maxwell House. I know that smell anywhere. I did buy a canister in hopes we could rig something. Oh, wow.”

  As Valerie’s gaze swept past her, Rena looked over her shoulder. Mrs. McMurray carried a silver tray with a large antique coffeepot and two cups. She set it down in silence.

  Rena caught the woman’s arm as she backed away. “Thank you. This is very welcome.” She gave her a warm smile to let the woman know how much she appreciated the gesture.

  Mrs. McMurray bowed a little, but didn’t try to speak. Instead, she beamed and slipped back into the kitchen.

  Rena turned back to the table to pour the coffee when she noticed Valerie staring at her as if she’d just made every green light on Connecticut Avenue. “What?”

  “You touched her. What did she feel like?”

  Oh wow, she forgot Mrs. McMurray was a ghost. The ghosts were people to her, possibly because Synn helped them come alive. “She felt like you and me, solid, but a little cool. You know, like people you meet who always have cold hands.”

  Valerie shivered and Rena shook her head. The ghosts didn’t seem strange to her at all.

  In case Valerie’s shiver was more from caffeine withdrawal than a reaction to ghosts, Rena quickly poured them each a cup of the coffee and they drank their first few sips in heavenly silence. “Is it me, or is this really good?”

  Valerie grinned, a good sign she was back to her old self. “It’s really good. Either that or the fact we didn’t have any yesterday makes it taste better. I don’t know.”

  After a few more sips of companionable enjoyment, Rena couldn’t help teasing. “Have I solved all your problems for you, or did Mrs. McMurray’s coffee chase them away?”

  Valerie put down her mug. “I wish. It gets worse. I found a stone mason right here in town.”

  Rena leaned forward. “Wait, that’s good news, isn’t it?”

  Her friend’s shoulders sagged. “I guess, but the man has got to be ancient. An old woman answered the phone and he wouldn’t come to it. I’m just guessing here, but I think it was his wife and he had her relay his message, which was that he would decide what needed to be done and he’d get here when he was good and ready.” Valerie dropped her arms in defeat. “I knew if I found one, he’d probably be an old codger. I’m warning you now, if I lose it with him, you may have ugly metal conduits running along the dining room walls.”

  Rena smirked. “Come on, Val. I know you. You can keep your cool with the best of them. You’re cooler than the iceman, the arctic, the abominable snowman.”

  “Nice try. But I gave you fair warning.”

  Rena held up her hands. “Okay, okay, so I can’t solve all the world’s problems, but I did help, right?”

  “Yeah, I guess. If you can keep Matt busy and get rid of creepy naked ghost, I’d appreciate it.”

  Rena stood with her coffee cup in hand. “Good, then I’ll go scope out Matt right now.” She wiggled her brows. “Don’t want to leave him by himself for too long. It would be such a waste.”

  As Valerie rolled her eyes, Rena turned away and headed for the kitchen door. Yesterday, she would have truly enjoyed watching Matt’s back muscles move as he worked, but since last night, the image of Synn’s tight ass moving between her legs just wouldn’t leave her alone.

  * * * * *

  Rena shut down the computer and sat back in the chair. As much as she tried to concentrate on the website, her mind kept wandering back to the drawings she’d glanced at in the sex journal. She’d ignored it for two days, but her curiosity finally won. She’d only gone through a few when Valerie called her. She could make decisions for a special event with ease, but renovating an old abbey challenged her abilities.

  As did the sex journal, though she found it enlightening. She hated that she wanted to review every page. The drawings were extraordinarily detailed. The ones she’d been viewing earlier were of two men and a woman. She couldn’t imagine that happening.

  “Rena, may I come in?” Matt stood at the door to the library, the room she’d made her temporary office. His clean-cut appearance reminded her of a Marine, but he’d never been in the military. He just graduated from college last year. “Of course. What do you need?”

  He sauntered in, confident in his physical appearance but with a hint of boyish energy. He was still bare-chested, which she didn’t mind at all, but he was sweating, the perspiration dripping down the side of his face. “I’ve finished the t
rimming around the Abbey, but you need more plants, especially annuals.”

  Oh good, an easy decision. “That sounds like a great idea. Please plant what you think would work the best.”

  He stood in front of her desk and she could see him trying not to stare at her breasts. At least he tried. That was an improvement. The smell of his sweat combined with whatever spicy cologne he wore was an interesting scent, not unpleasant. “Was there something else?”

  He hesitated before finding the courage to look her in the eyes. “I discovered an old pond in one of the courtyards and think it would be good to get it going again. That would mean new plumbing and stuff. I talked to Valerie about it, but she said I needed to ask you.”

  She sat back. Synn had mentioned a pond the other day. It would probably be gorgeous in the summer, but useless the rest of the year. Could there be a ghost story attached to it? She scrunched the hem of her shirt. How much would it cost? She had to keep her priorities in mind.

  “I think resurrecting the pond is an excellent idea.” Synn’s deep voice as he entered the room sent goose bumps gliding along her arms, and she switched her gaze to feast on him in his tan wainscot, white shirt and tan pantaloons. “Don’t you agree, Rena?” He sat on the corner of her large desk facing Matt but looked back at her.

  “I’m not sure. I do have to stay in budget.”

  Synn turned his attention to Matt. “You could do it cheaply, right?”

  Matt nodded vigorously. “Oh sure, I have a buddy with a junkyard. I bet he’s got plenty of piping for pennies on the dollar that we could use.”

  “What do you think, Rena?” Synn returned his gaze to her and she caught the impish delight in his face.

  What was he up to?

  He raised an eyebrow. “It could be fun. You know, a secret rendezvous for a lovers’ tryst?”

  Matt piped in. “Yeah, it would be a great place for skinny dipping.”

  Rena let her head drop to hide her grin at Matt’s suggestion. When she looked at both the men again, she’d regained her composure. “Okay, if we can do it within budget, I think it would make a nice added attraction for my guests.”

 

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