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An Extreme Haunting
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An Extreme Haunting Copyright © 2007 Cheryl Dragon.
Edited by Shannon Combs.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication October 2007
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
An Extreme Haunting
Cheryl Dragon
Chapter One
Sean O’Brien couldn’t believe he was actually on a plane headed for Ireland. He was about to spend a weekend on the grounds of his family’s ancient castle. The inheritance was a surprise. His sister went to check it out, but when she’d tried to spend the night in the castle she freaked and ran—swearing she’d seen ghosts and been chased out.
Now Sean had to check things out for himself. He didn’t believe it was haunted as his sister claimed. It was an old stone castle with no insulation or modern sounds. But she had been convinced enough to hire a professional paranormal investigation company to clean the house of ghosts. Why his sister picked Halloween, he wasn’t sure.
Sean had no intention of letting a creepy team of ghost hunters loose in the family property without supervision. The kinky rumors of what happened there didn’t need to be confirmed and on record. If they were false, it wouldn’t matter but he’d be there to control the flow of things. And keep an eye on any valuables.
“Mr. O’Brien?” A sexy, short woman with brown curls put her bag in the overhead and sat down next to him in first class. “I’m Dana Rayne. Your sister hired me for the castle spirit cleansing.”
Sean looked around and then stared at her with the glare that sent subordinates scurrying. “I’d rather not discuss that here.” He had no idea his sister put the ghost hunter on the same flight.
Dana’s peach lips thinned and her brown curls danced as she nodded. “Of course. I’ll just grab a book. Long flight to Dublin.”
He watched as she stood, twisted to reach into the overhead compartment and dug through her bag. The lovely round flesh of her ass tempted him. Dana’s body showed off a fitted green suit that would be cliché in Ireland. Still, it looked right on her because it matched her siren eyes. Her body screamed for his attention.
It was a classic torment Sean had endured for years. The women he dated were dull, skinny and generally blonde. Like the flight attendant now smiling at him while helping Dana with her book.
The few women who triggered his dark desires, like Dana, didn’t share his need. He’d dated a few but had yet to find a submissive who worked for him. Sex wasn’t enough—he wasn’t into clubs and sharing. He was possessive. Not in it for play or for a variety of women.
Dana finally sat down with a bounce that made him notice her small breasts. “Sorry.”
“No problem.” He missed the view of her ass but her front was just as nice. It was going to be a long flight next to her.
As she opened her book and ignored him, Sean leaned against the window and pretended to nod off.
But he couldn’t sleep—his mind was a creative curse. He imagined the sultry creature next to him reached into his lap to pleasure him with her delicate fingers.
When he didn’t object, she grew bolder. Dana wasn’t trained but he didn’t care—he liked surprises.
“Please tell me what you want,” she said.
His erection said it all but he’d tell her. “Suck it.”
Kneeling sideways in her seat, she leaned in and her mouth consumed him. She licked, sucked and hummed continually on his cock. She knew what she was doing—an added pleasure.
Sean couldn’t resist—his hand reached over and pulled her skirt up, exposing her ass, another plus—she was without panties. Were they alone on the plane or were others watching? He didn’t care.
Neither did Dana, who stuck her ass up higher in the air while she sucked each ball into her wet mouth. Her soft lips worked his hard flesh until Sean was near the edge. Eager to please didn’t begin to describe her. It sent a rush through him he’d never felt before.
Fisting a hand in her hair, he tugged gently. “Stop,” he said.
She obeyed but didn’t rush to release him.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
Her beautiful face went red but she stood and quickly stripped down to nothing. Dana’s small breasts, capped with peach nipples, pointed at him in need. Sean longed to devour them but paced himself.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
“Yes. Very.” Her voice was soft.
“Come here.” He watched her move toward him, even in first class it was too small to allow crawling, and Sean was impatient.
Dana faced him with a slight smile. His hands felt her breasts and twisted her hard nipples until she groaned. Then his hand dropped to her pussy and raked through the thick triangle of soft brown hair.
Without being told, she opened her legs. She’d told the truth, she was wet for him. And so hot his fingers felt scorched. Sean intended to get her a lot wetter before he fucked her.
“Turn around and bend over.” His hands left her and he licked the wetness from his fingers. The sweetness of her juices made him want more.
She obeyed, bracing herself on the armrest of her seat.
For a few minutes he just stared at the creamy white skin of her beautiful rear. She was bent low enough to reveal part of her glistening pussy lips. His hands itched to feel her. Sean ran his hands over her hips and ass, spread her cheeks and revealed all her holes.
Dana didn’t tense or flinch, she remained open and relaxed for him. Without warning, Sean removed a hand and spanked her hard enough to ripple the lush flesh. He thought he’d heard a slight moan. His other hand gave her other cheek the same treatment. That time he was certain he heard her moan.
Sean moved lower to open her lips and found her even wetter.
“More?” he asked.
“Please,” she said.
He was in the mood to tease, to show her who got their way all the time. “Maybe later.” Sean pressed his tongue to her pussy, lapping her juices up to her asshole and wetting her thoroughly. His cock throbbed for attention but first he needed to taste her. To possess and explore her.
This time her groan was loud as she tried to give him more access. Sean licked and teased until his submissive was panting but she held the position well.
“You want to be mine?” he asked.
“I am yours. Please, tell me what you want.” Her whole body moved as she took a few deep breaths.
“Don’t move.” Sean’s hand connected with her rear again. He left multiple pink handprints on each cheek. The sight aroused him until his cock was ready to blow on its own.
He examined her pussy, wetter than ever. And her asshole was opened slightly. Dana’s body vibrated with need and he heard a muffled moan in her throat.
“You still want to be mine?” he asked. Spanking was what usually sent his girlfriends running. A little was one thing, but it wasn’t a little with Sean. Dana seemed to be perfectly suited to him.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
“What do you want?” He tempted her with a choice.
“Anything that pleases you.” Her answer was flawless.
“If I wanted to satisfy you most intensely?”
Sean knew she could
n’t refuse to answer. “You’d fuck my ass, if that’s your desire.”
“Good to know. Stand up and turn around.”
He watched as she obeyed. Dana’s face was flushed but there was a slight smile on her lips. And need in her eyes.
He caught her wrist and tugged her into his lap facing away from him. She wriggled against his cock, rubbing her asshole to his erection and her red cheeks to his body.
Without a word, he lifted her hips and let her go. She didn’t move—Dana was a true submissive. Sean lined up his cock to her pussy and used one hand to ease her back onto him.
The warm wet flesh surrounded him as he filled her quickly. She was small, he loved tight pussy, but she tried to take in every bit of him that she could. If she was disappointed in his neglecting her anal request, she didn’t let on.
“Fuck me,” he ordered.
Dana wasted no time. She leaned forward and braced herself on the seat in front of them. In steady strokes, she rose and fell on his long member. Each time the head of his cock stretched her to capacity.
He watched with pleasure as her body rode him—leaving his cock wet. Dana’s punished rear glowed before him. The temptation too great, he grabbed her ass with both hands, feeling the heat.
His reward was a groan from her mouth and a sudden contraction of her pussy.
“Don’t stop,” he warned.
Her body obeyed and she rode him harder and faster. The pleasure and power mixed in Sean as he squeezed her rear. When he felt his climax near, his hands shifted to her hips, urging her harder and pulling her down.
Suddenly her body shook and muffled cries, including what sounded like his name, came from her. Her pussy squeezed and trembled around him. Sean wrapped his arms around her breasts and pulled her against him as his hips jerked and he came deep inside her.
“Thank you.” She kissed his arm as they sat in a sexual haze.
“You’re not done.” He slid a hand down her breasts and between her legs. On the first try, he tapped her clit and Dana’s hips jerked.
“I want to please you,” she protested.
“You are. I want to hear you. Hear you moan, scream and come. That pleases me. Don’t ever muffle it. Don’t try to be quiet. Do you understand?” He pinched her clit.
Her hips jerked again. “Yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Please give me another chance.”
“I am.” His fingers circled her clit. Her cunt tightened around him. Sean needed to feel her, hear her come again. “Be natural. If you fake it, I’ll know. Understand?”
“Yes.” She relaxed against him, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Sean’s fingers played hard on her clit until it was rigid, then he lined up his fingers, his index on her clit and straight down to his pinky just above her entrance still filled with his cock. He worked her pussy in patterns, changing them as soon as Dana adjusted.
Her moans were real, her body responded beyond his dreams. Dana fucked him with short strokes as her hips pushed forward for his fingers. The groans were near constant as he pushed her.
Without warning, he quickened the pace as his fingers went into overdrive.
“Sean, please!” she screamed. Dana clung to his arms. Her groans and words were loud and passionate. “More please. Yes.”
His hips jerked up in to her and Dana convulsed around him again as his fingers worked her clit exclusively. Spanking it until she screamed his name one last time, he knew he’d found the one.
“Thank you for the lesson,” she said.
“I’m not into formal training. You’re a natural.” He kissed the back of her neck. “You’ll just have to learn my quirks. To be mine you must try.”
“I will try. Very hard.”
“And not touch anyone else. I don’t share.” He tweaked a nipple possessively.
“You are all I could imagine. Or ever need.”
Sean knew he was hard as he shook off the fantasy, glancing out the window of the plane to keep from staring at her. Unable to resist, he watched Dana read silently next to him, not looking up. So innocent to the wild things she’d done so naturally in his head.
He pushed away any thought of pursuing her. This was a quick weekend, a ghost hunt of all strange things. Instead of sex thoughts about Dana, Sean tried to trace his family tree back to Dermott, the infamous resident of the castle. The one with the reputation.
The image of his relatives shrank his erection but Dana’s close proximity meant he’d have to keep tight control on his thoughts for the next forty-eight hours. He knew she’d be in his fantasies long after that.
* * * * *
Sean parked the rental car in front of the castle. Dana had been oddly quiet on the drive. It was up to him when the discussion about ghosts would begin.
“You’re the ghost hunter?” he asked.
She smiled and her peach lips tempted him. “Hardly. Your sister requested a cleansing, not a full-scale investigation of activity. We’d need equipment and a team of people for that. My brothers handle that end of the business. I’m just communications and cleansing.”
“I don’t understand.” He tugged his wool coat collar flat.
“I’m what’s generally called an empath. I can sense emotions, feelings, presences and communicate with ghosts.” She exited the car and stared up at the castle.
He followed her out and pulled the luggage from the trunk. “So you’ll talk them into leaving?” He shook his head. “I’m sorry my sister made you come all this way. I suspect its nothing but wind and castle noises. She’s never even been camping let alone in a deserted castle.”
“It’s possible there’s nothing. But from what I sense just standing here—there are ghosts in your castle. And they don’t like happy people near them.”
“What else do you sense?” He studied her and then refocused on the castle. Part of him hoped she didn’t get anything.
“Lust.” Her bright green eyes were on the high walls of the worn castle.
His eyes were on her. “How do you know it’s the ghosts and not me?”
She turned to look at him. “It’s both. I’m very good at discerning what emotions belong to whom. Would you like to go inside now?”
“Sure. Any ghostbusting tools?” He picked up his suitcase and turned back. Not sure how to deal with the lust comment. She was already at the front door with her purse on her shoulder and a rolling suitcase behind her.
“We’re not ‘busting’ anyone. I did a bit of research on the castle and it had a very unusual owner.” Dana pulled on the heavy door.
They got a few steps inside. The rumors about his ancestor Dermott were too crazy to be true. But before Sean could ask about the truth, he saw Dana freeze and her shoulders began to sag.
Sean dropped his suitcase and caught her. In his arms, she was warm and lush, but lifeless. He crossed to the large entryway table and laid her down. He loosened her coat and tried not to let his eyes linger on her cleavage tucked in a cream T-shirt. Dana’s pulse was good and her face and hands were warm to the touch. Not a normal fainting spell.
Sean half wondered if it was an act to convince the skeptic and pinched her arm hard enough to leave a mark.
Ms. Rayne didn’t flinch.
Chapter Two
Dana felt it all at once. Dozens of ghosts. Women, only one man. The women converged on her for help, understanding and communication. Their history, feelings, lusts and pasts flashed at her. It overwhelmed her circuits. The man stayed away.
After the flood, Dana pushed back. Fighting to regain control and consciousness.
Her eyes opened and she was on the table with that sexy man leaning over her. His hand was on her hip and the other pressed a cool cloth to her forehead.
“Nice fainting.” He seemed relieved.
“Sorry. I rarely do that.” Dana sat up quickly. “Why does my arm hurt?”
“I tried to wake you up. You were out for ten minutes.”
“I’ve never been alone in a house with this many g
hosts. Such raw emotion. All the history I found was true. And more.” It was disturbing—she didn’t want to share too much too fast.
“What exactly did you find?” He dug through his bag and produced a bottle of water.
Dana took the water and sipped. “Thanks. It’s unusual. So many ghosts. One is very strong, Dermott.”
“I’ve heard he was sick.”
“Mentally? No. He was a bit kinky and very powerful. A bad mix at times.” She licked her lips and took a few deep breaths.
“Kinky?”
“He traveled when he was young, heard a lot of stories. He became obsessed with the idea of a harem. Not quite standard Irish Catholic morality of the sixteenth century.”
“He never married. He kept a mistress?” Sean asked.
“Mistresses…plural. He had the only Irish harem known to have existed.” Dana ignored the lust still running through her. Some of the women liked what Dermott was about. It was mixing with Dana’s desire for Sean that had plagued her since the plane. It confused her further.
Sean frowned. “A harem? The community around here would never stand for that back then.”
“Power and money can change the rules. He was shunned but he gave jobs to young women from poor families. If they were into his sex stuff, they were promoted to his harem. If not, they kept their household jobs. Working for a creep or starving, not a hard choice. But he had at least twenty women in his harem.”
“Twenty wives?” Sean took the bottle from her and drank the rest of the water. “My sister will flip.”
“I’m sure that’s why she couldn’t stay. The power of Dermott, the lust and dominance. He’s still here. He’s strong. We’ll get rid of him and free his wives who are stuck here.” She patted Sean’s hand and tried to focus on the ghosts, not the desire throbbing between her legs. Sean was tall, strong, well-built and had a powerful presence. His brooding dark features—brown eyes and hair against his pale Irish skin—gave her a chill.
Mix that with the ghost-kink input and she felt desires she’d rarely let herself acknowledge.
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