“What did he do to them?” Sean asked.
Dana could see the skeptic in him fighting her truth. “He didn’t hurt them exactly. It wasn’t about abuse. He was dominating, sexually. Dermott gave orders, played games and tested their loyalty. Some of them submitted for a better life and some truly enjoyed being submissive. He did enjoy a bit of pain in his sex it seems.”
“I didn’t expect to talk fetishes with a ghost hunter.” Sean laughed.
“Ghosts were people. With human faults and desires. I can’t judge them, it was their lives in their times.” Dana didn’t add that one person had been murdered here…the details were foggy but one violent episode haunted her.
He looked at her in disbelief. “You don’t find a harem offensive?”
“A harem, yes. Personally it’s repugnant. One woman wasn’t enough for him—that makes life cruel and competitive on the women. But a little sex play is healthy, normal. I sense it in people all the time. On the outside, they look innocent or uptight but they have their desires. Most people are just afraid to explore them.”
“I don’t know if I buy any of this.” He looked at the huge castle around them.
“Let’s take a walk to the dungeon.” She hopped off the table and headed for the back stairs. The ghosts had supplied her with a lot of information in the welcome.
She could feel Sean follow her. Dana knew his desire—she could feel it in him. The fact that he was dominant, just like his ancestor, made him defensive. Sean kept that buried. Dana doubted if he’d ever completely explored it. Here and there maybe. Not that she blamed him. She’d never felt safe enough with a man to play submissive fully. Dating was hard, trusting someone like that was harder. The ghosts’ desires weren’t helping her be professional either.
Down a stone spiral staircase, Dana found the dungeon and lit a few candles to reveal the room. It was just as the ghosts had shared with her—the domain of Dermott’s pleasure hadn’t been changed.
“This is a dungeon?” Sean turned to examine the whole, huge room.
“Everything made to his whim,” she said.
A large bed made of carved wood was in the center of the room. A large mirror hung on one side of the bed. The other wall held chains complete with manacles, the key hung on a hook a few feet away. The carpet under their feet was lush. A large fireplace was at the far end with a bathtub big enough for three off to one side. A table with chairs sat in the back.
“This was where he played,” Sean said.
“Yes. He had everything he wanted here. The women could change but he never had to leave if he didn’t want to.” Dana felt the ghosts’ presence stronger. Dermott was with them and so were some of the women.
“They’d do anything he wanted.” Sean moved to the fireplace and examined the old pokers. Dana followed. One of them was shaped like the Celtic symbol for infinity.
Dana felt a shift in energy. The owner’s desire was high. But what she felt most intensely came from Sean. He made her pussy wet with the dominance that brewed just under the surface.
“He liked them chained up, watching themselves in the mirror.” Sean crossed to examine the old irons.
“Yes.” Dana couldn’t tell if he was sensing something or just using logic. The clues were obvious but Dermott was strong. And Sean was related to him. “We can go if the room disturbs you.”
She didn’t want to leave. Dana wanted to give in but Sean had to lead.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
Dana froze and stared at Sean. His energy was off the charts. Was it him or the ghosts, or both? She fought the need to obey without question. “What?”
“Strip now,” he said firmly. “Then get in the chains.”
This was a fantasy and yet a fear. Dana felt her feet move to the chains. Her hands pulled off her clothes until she was naked in the cold dungeon before a man she’d just met. Dana usually thought too much, but this time her body took over, stepping near the wall with the chains. She could see her naked body in the mirror, her peach nipples hard for him. Sean was watching her too—but he hadn’t touched her yet.
Dana watched as he walked to the keys and grabbed them. He moved to her, standing so close she could feel the heat of his body. As Sean locked her wrists, her body leaned toward him and Dana felt her pussy grow slick with need.
Sean took a step back and tossed the keys on the bed. “Anything?” he asked.
Dana knew this was a chance to stop this. Any doubts brought the ghosts more strongly to that room. “Please,” she said.
He moved close, dropped his coat, but left his shirt and jeans on. His hands glided over her arms now stretched to either side. His thumb stopped in the spot where he’d pinched her and pressed until Dana inhaled sharply.
“No pain?” He leaned in and kissed the spot.
Dana flinched but looked him in the eye. “No, I’m not into pain. That’s not real pain though. Play, tease, more. Whatever you want.”
Sean smiled and moved his mouth to her nipple. A soft kiss and then he bit gently, tugging the flesh until Dana leaned into him. His hand moved to pinch her other nipple and she moaned. Her head tilted back against the cold wall. The contrast added to her arousal. She was helpless—his to play with. Her body was eager to explode with the need to please him. The fear and trust issues that so often kept her from submitting didn’t seem to apply to Sean. Dana knew the ghosts influenced her. Sean wasn’t immune either. But it felt very real.
His tongue and hands moved down her body as her nipples throbbed. Rough hands molded her hips and massaged her ass. Pulling her cheeks apart, Sean squeezed them and jiggled the extra pounds she couldn’t lose there. Then he knelt in front of her, his face at the perfect height, and she tilted her hips forward. She offered him her pussy.
Sean’s hand connected to her left ass cheek and Dana shuddered at the sting. It didn’t hurt. It was pure pleasure. He understood her.
“When I say.” He nipped her thigh and let his finger tickle her brown curls.
“Tell me what to do. Please.” Dana wanted contact and yet loved the feel of him making all the choices. There was no guessing, no pressure—just obey and please him. It was simple, yet so powerfully arousing to her. Sean seemed to understand her need.
“Stay still. So wet.” His fingers separated her lips and dipped two fingers into her hole and smeared the wetness all over her inner and outer lips. “You want this. You want more.”
“Yes.” Her hot skin shivered as she leaned against the stone wall.
He stood and offered her his fingers. “Taste yourself.”
Dana sucked his fingers. The taste of his skin with her arousal was like a drug.
“It can’t be over too fast. Not with you.” Sean pulled his shirt off.
Dana’s eyes took in the hard angles of his chest covered with a thick layer of brown hair that she imagined narrowed down below his belt. “As long as you want. As much as you want.” She could see he was hard and it thrilled her.
He turned and retrieved the keys, unlocking her.
Dana felt her heart sink. Had she done something wrong?
“Turn around,” he said.
Dana suppressed a smile and turned. He locked her up again. The view of the wall was terrible. But she heard the belt buckle when his pants hit the floor.
His hands braced next to hers as he enveloped her from behind. The heat, the feel of his chest hair, hard cock and hot breath on her neck made Dana want to scream.
“How many Doms have you had?” he asked.
“None.” She had to tell him the truth.
He stepped back and his hands connected with her bottom.
The sting made her jump but her pussy grew wetter. “I swear. I tried but never could. You’re the first man I’ve trusted.”
“How many have you fantasized about?” He spanked her again.
It made her moan. “Hundreds.”
Sean slapped her rear again. “How many do you want?”
Dana
pressed her shoulders to the wall and spread her legs, offering her ass and needing the support. “You. Only you.”
“Want me to stop?” His hand connected again.
The feel of him burned a path of desire. She’d never expected a spanking to be such a turn-on. Sean was a whole new fantasy. “No. Please. Spank me.”
Sean punished each cheek once more and squeezed them. “Look over your shoulder.”
Dana obeyed, seeing her ass with pink handprints all over. The soreness was delicious. Her eyes went to Sean’s naked body, his cock was hard for her. A perfect Dom if there was one—his body deserved to be worshiped. “Thank you.”
Sean pulled her to stand straight and Dana felt her pussy drip. He left her legs parted and Dana stifled a moan of need. She’d never been so worked up.
His hands came around her front, holding her breasts as he pressed his body to hers. His huge erection slid between her cheeks. “Tell me I can fuck you anywhere.”
“Anywhere.” She nodded.
“Any time?”
“Any time.” The need in her voice was thick.
“Any way?”
“Yes. Fuck me, please.” She leaned her head back on his shoulder.
Sean slid his cock lower, adjusted her hips and slid deep into her wet pussy.
The sudden fullness made Dana gasp. He was bigger than any man she’d ever experienced but had made her so wet there was nothing but pleasure as he stretched her. She pushed back, fucking him as much as he’d allow.
He waited, holding still, and Dana tried to follow. The need to fuck, to get relief in minor friction—to do something to the large cock deep inside of her—drove her crazy. Her muscles betrayed her, squeezing his cock.
Groaning, Sean fucked her hard, ground against her ass and added to the pleasure of her sore flesh.
Dana indulged in the feel of him—the need of his body as he fucked her. “More, please,” she begged in gasps as he filled her.
Sean’s pace didn’t let up and when his fingers pinched her nipples, Dana felt her body convulse as she called his name. “Sean,” echoed through the castle.
Chapter Three
Dana’s screams snapped Sean out of his haze. He felt her come around his cock and held her. He remembered every detail of what he’d done to her, yet it was like something took over. Not over, took away his reserve and freed him do whatever he wanted.
The feel of her soft skin, her tight pussy and her climax told him she wasn’t objecting. Was she under ghost control?
He eased from her, found the keys and unlocked her. The redness of her ass told him he’d done enough to her.
“No,” she moaned. “You’re not done.” She slid down his body and kissed his thigh.
Looking down, Sean saw the lust in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said.
She smiled up at him. “Don’t be. It’s what we both want. Maybe a bit sudden and intense but it feels right.”
Dana leaned up to suck his cock but Sean held her back, his fingers in her thick hair. “I don’t treat women like this.”
“Even if they beg for it?” Her voice alone could seduce him but with her naked body kneeling in front of him he had no hope to resist. Sean released her hair. She was a fantasy come true.
Her tongue teased the head of his cock. “Thank you,” she said against him.
Sean braced his stance as she sucked and licked her juices off him. Then her mouth lined up and fucked him. His hand was back on her neck—urging her faster. Her fingers wrapped around the base of him as she swallowed all she could take.
He was already on the edge and the just sight of her made the scales tip and Sean came in her mouth.
Dana’s peach lips stayed around the head as her tongue coaxed every drop. Power and pleasure surged through him. Sean’s hips twitched as the aftershocks settled. No woman had ever submitted to him like this. Understood him so fully. His mind was in a fog.
“What happened?” he asked.
“You remember it all?” She kissed his hips.
“Everything. I can’t believe what I did. It’s like someone flipped a switch.”
“This place has strong memories—the ghosts are pushy. Trying to play.”
“Dermott took over?” He shook his head.
“Not exactly. They can’t take you over completely. They can push and play as much as you allow. You’re not used to it so it might’ve felt like control, but if you didn’t like it, you could’ve stopped it. You did what you wanted to me.” She kissed his knee.
Sean felt a flash of power and confusion. “You liked it?”
“I wouldn’t have let you do it if I didn’t. Now what do you want?” She stood slowly, as though wanting permission, and kissed his throat. “I’ll do anything.”
Sean felt his mouth go dry. The sexiest woman was in front of him, offering him everything. “You just did.”
“Anywhere. Any time. As much as you want.” She pressed her body against him.
Sean let the feel of her shift his mood. “Did you enjoy giving me a blowjob?”
“Yes. Thank you.” Her hands ran over his chest.
“Are you wet?” He looked down at her body—her nipples were ready for more.
“Yes. I’m so wet, please. I’ve never had anything like this.” Dana pressed her forehead to his chest and waited.
Sean decided to test the intensity of her reaction. “Lie on your back on the bed. Face the mirror.”
Dana walked around the bed and obeyed.
“Prop yourself up on your elbows. I want you to see yourself.” He walked around to her.
She obeyed, legs dangling over the side.
“Spread your legs.” Sean stood next to her.
He watched her as her legs opened. The wet and swollen flesh obvious.
“Good. Watch yourself and stroke your breasts.” He knelt between her legs and licked her pussy folds. The taste was overpowering. Sweet and hot. He nipped and tongued at every lip until Dana twisted and panted. Deliberately he avoided her clit, wanting to enjoy her. And to test her.
Glancing up, he checked that her eyes were on the mirror. She was obedient and the sight of her fingers tugging her own nipples made him want to keep her.
Her soft moans were a plea to let her get off. He could feel her body knotted with need. Sean moved up, tonguing her hard clit with as much determination as she’d worked his cock. He tapped and swirled her clit until she screamed and bucked against his mouth.
He felt wetness spray at his neck and pulled back as she came. Her pussy squirted ejaculate as she groaned. That was a trick he’d never seen in person before.
His fingers teased her pussy as she came down from her orgasm. “Do you always do that?”
Dana blushed. “I can’t help it.”
Sean thought it had to be a fluke. “Let’s see.” He slid two fingers deep inside her.
“Sean, please,” Dana gasped.
“Whatever I want?” he asked.
Dana nodded and tensed around his fingers.
He finger-fucked her slowly, learning the feel of her cunt. Watching her body respond to his tricks as he eased in and out—rubbed different spots to see what effect they had. No woman had ever been so responsive.
Her muscles tensed and Sean backed off. For a while, he only teased her entrance with three fingers. Her hips moved, trying to reclaim his digits.
“You want me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she groaned.
“Anything I want?” He pressed his fingers deep.
“Yes,” she squeaked.
He felt the tension still in her and fingered her hard with three fingers to stretch her. His thumb pressed her clit and she convulsed around his fingers—her body jerked and bounced. “Sean.”
Her insides shuddered and he pulled back his hand. The fluid squirted over his hand and wrist. She drenched the sheet before her hips finally relaxed.
“Thank you.” Dana took deep breaths.
Sean licked the ejaculate off his hand and
pressed his face between her legs, cleaning her flesh.
“I’m sorry I don’t have any formal training. I can’t obey just anyone. I know I’m odd.” She had a hand over her eyes.
“You’ve only known me a few hours.” He bit his way up her body to her breasts.
“I know, that’s what’s so odd. I’ve never felt safe enough with anyone to do this. You, I don’t know why. I trust you and want to please you.”
“You are. I told the truth. I don’t do this regularly. I tried a few times. My girlfriends never liked it.”
“Not the right girls. I know, it’s hard to connect. And I can’t go to those clubs. I have extended family all over Boston.” Dana looked him in the eye. “You’re wonderful at it.”
“So are you.” He took her wrists and pinned them over her head to the bed as his mouth took hers. The kiss was slow and intimate. Tongues tangled as his body pressed to hers.
His cock stood at attention for the soft and submissive woman beneath him. Grinding his cock against her wet bush, he felt her arch in response. The woman was insatiable…but he’d try to wear her out.
Easing back a bit, Sean entered her slowly this time. Her warm body wrapped around him tightly. He filled her and paused to watch her face. “Open your eyes,” he said.
Dana obeyed, searching his face for what he wanted.
“You really trust me?” He had no idea why she would or why he’d trust her with his very life that second, but he did.
“Yes, I trust you.” Her eyes looked to his and she lifted her head, kissing him as though it was the only thing she’d ever do. Or ever wanted to do.
His hips ground and rotated until he felt like a part of her. This was what was missing in his life. Someone who understood this side of him.
Dana’s nails dug into his back as her body tensed. He kept fucking her, he wanted to watch her come. Releasing her mouth, he quickened the pace and felt her tighten around him in spasms.
“Sean, please.” She clung to him, fucked up to him as she came.
He felt her body gush over his cock deep inside of her. That was all the trigger he needed to lose control. His hips jerked deep in her warm body.
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