GhostlyPersuasion

by Dena Garson

  Katie waited for him to continue.

  “You have heard of Doms and subs, haven’t you?”

  “You mean like a dominatrix?” she asked a little louder than intended.

  “The dominant personality in a Dom-sub or Master-slave relationship.”

  “Is that what’s going on over there?” Even with her voice low, it squeaked in surprise.

  “It’s just a wee bit of play, that’s all.” He shrugged. “Tomorrow you may see them at breakfast or strolling the grounds like any other couple.”

  “Hmmm.” Katie was at a loss for words. She’d heard of couples who did that sort of thing but had never thought about whether or not the idea might interest her. The idea of witnessing it in action was almost too much.

  As she turned back to the couple she was grateful Seamus was wise enough not to question her about her lack of experience, nor did he judge her for it.

  The woman on the other side was now kneeling at the man’s feet, between his knees. It looked as if she had the man’s belt unfastened and was working on his zipper. Unfortunately, now that he was leaning back against the wall, the man’s face was in shadow and Katie couldn’t see his reaction.

  There was at least one part of him enjoying what she was doing. That part was finally freed from the confines of the man’s pants.

  And what an impressive part it was.

  Katie didn’t have a lot of experience with men but none of them had the girth this man had.

  “Wow,” she blurted, not meaning to say it out loud.

  “No man wants his sword compared to others but even I have to say that is unusually large.”

  Katie’s cheeks heated. She couldn’t look in Seamus’ direction. Instead she focused on what the woman was doing to the man.

  The woman took the man’s oversized cock in hand and stroked it in a slow, rhythmic motion. Then she leaned in and licked it from the bottom to the top. As she did, her free hand roamed across the man’s chest and over his abs.

  When the woman began licking in earnest and finally took it all into her mouth, Katie became hyperaware of Seamus’ presence beside her.

  While it was a bit of a turn-on watching the other couple, she felt somewhat smutty for eavesdropping.

  “I, uh—” Katie stuttered. “Perhaps I should get back to the hotel.”

  Seamus looked at her. For some reason, she felt as if he could see into her soul.

  “You don’t want to see how this ends?” he asked.

  “I would hope it ends with the expected outcome.” She smiled, hoping to ease some of the tension she was feeling.

  “Most likely,” he said with a nod. “But it’s the journey there that makes the trip worthwhile.”

  Katie tilted her head to the side. “That’s true.”

  “So why are you running away, Little Katie?” Seamus’ voice dropped to a husky tone that made Katie’s insides quivery.

  “I’m not running away. I’m just trying to give these guys some privacy.”

  “Hmmm,” Seamus said noncommittally as he searched her face and eyes. “Did it make you uncomfortable to watch them?”

  “A little.”

  “I would have been surprised if it hadn’t.”

  “Then why did you suggest that I do?”

  “Because you need to find out for yourself whether or not you can and if it’s something that you’d like to try.” He paused. “One of the reasons I began watching couples around Tullamore was so I could pretend, for a little while, I was the one doing those things. To remember what it was like to touch a woman’s skin.”

  Seamus lifted his hand to Katie’s face. She felt the electric tingles across her cheek where his fingertips brushed her skin. When Katie met Seamus’ gaze, the pain and longing she saw renewed the ache in her chest. The need to comfort him and chase away the cold and loneliness was overwhelming.

  “It helps me remember the pleasure that can be found in the arms of a woman.”

  “Do you remember? After all this time?” Katie asked.

  “Yes,” he replied as his fingers skimmed down the side of her face then her neck and across the curve of one breast. “Yes, I do.”

  The tingles she felt where he touched her sent a wave of heat and desire through her body. Her lips fell open on a gasp. “You know I can feel that, don’t you?”

  Even in the darkened alcove, she could see desire burning in his eyes. “What do you feel, Little Katie?” His finger returned to her breast and hovered over the area where her nipple was tucked inside her bra and shirt.

  The husky sound of his voice sent another wave of heat through her body.

  Maybe it was because they had just watched something very intimate together, or she needed to ease some of Seamus’ pain, or perhaps she was surprisingly comfortable with Seamus. Whatever the reason, she found the courage to answer him.

  “When you touch me, I feel tingles, like an electric current.” She closed her eyes to focus on the feeling of his hand on her skin. “But there is also coolness.”

  “It is not unpleasant?”

  “No.” She shook her head then opened her eyes. “As a matter of fact, it is a little stimulating.”

  “I see.” He skimmed his other hand across her other breast.

  Familiar tingles then another flash of heat raced through her belly.

  “Shall we try something else, then?”

  “Like what?” she asked, drawing each word out.

  “You watch.” He pointed to the trellis. “I’ll stand behind you and you tell me what you feel.”

  She wasn’t sure what he planned but was excited by the possibilities. “Okay,” she said softly then positioned herself so she could see through the trellis.

  The air moved around Katie as Seamus shifted to stand behind her. The expected coolness and tingling zipped up and down her body where he brushed against her. She wrapped her fingers through the slats of the trellis to steady her wobbly knees but couldn’t help looking over her shoulder to where he stood. The smell of wood and ozone permeated her senses. She breathed deeper, taking as much of it in as she could.

  Her fingers twitched from the need to caress his bristly cheek.

  “Look,” he said gently with a lift of his chin, directing her to the couple on the other side.

  It was an effort to drag her eyes away from his face.

  When she did she saw the woman standing in front of the man with her legs straddling his knees. Since he was reclined, it put her crotch just below his eye level.

  One of his hands held her by the hip. The other was working her clit in slow, easy strokes. He was saying something but based on how the woman’s head rolled back, she was probably not paying attention to anything except his fingers on her pussy.

  As Katie watched she became aware of a tingling sensation on and around her own pussy. She swallowed hard and tried to focus on what she was seeing through the trellis.

  The tension building in the woman became more obvious. Her muscles were rigid, her lips were parted and Katie could hear her panting.

  “What do you think she’s thinking right now?” Seamus whispered near Katie’s ear.

  “Probably, ‘Dear God don’t stop’,” Katie whispered back.

  Seamus’ chuckle made her smile but her gaze didn’t waver.

  “What about you? What are you thinking right now?”

  Katie’s cheeks warmed. “That I am getting more turned-on than I expected.”

  “How do you know? What are you feeling?”

  Katie turned her head to look at Seamus but he stopped her. “No. Don’t stop watching. Stay focused on them.”

  She did as he asked.

  “Tell me what you feel,” he urged.

  “I, uh… I’m warm.”

  “Why?”

  “Probably because I’m both embarrassed and turned-on,” she admitted.

  “What else?”

  “My breasts feel heavy. It’s kind of like the fabric of my bra is irritating them.”

/>   “Do you want to take it off?”

  “What, my bra?” she asked, a little shocked by the idea.

  “That and maybe even your blouse too.”

  Katie’s mouth hung open. She had to make herself sort through the conflicting feelings and thoughts being scrambled around inside her.

  “I… No.” Katie paused. “Sort of. But mostly no.” She found herself needing to explain. “It would definitely be more comfortable without the bra or shirt,” she whispered, “but I wouldn’t be comfortable being out here without clothes.”

  “I understand.” Seamus took a small step back. “I find myself uncomfortable with the idea of another man seeing you even partially undressed.” He ran his finger down her spine, making Katie stand up tall. She sucked in a breath through her now-clenched teeth.

  “What are our friends on the other side doing now?” Seamus asked, even though he could look for himself.

  “He’s licking her down there,” she whispered.

  “Down where?” Seamus pushed.

  She hesitated before she answered. “Between her legs.”

  “Does it look as if she likes it?”

  “I would say so.”

  “What about you, Little Katie? Do you like it when your lover does that to you?”

  She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

  “Did he make you come when he did it?”

  Her voice deserted her. She nodded reluctantly and wondered why she was even answering his very personal questions. It occurred to her that she trusted Seamus. Even though they hadn’t known each other long.

  “Would you like to come now?”

  “I…” She squirmed and transferred her weight to her other foot but it still didn’t alleviate the throbbing in her pussy. Her now-damp panties certainly didn’t help her situation. “No,” she told him. “Not yet.”

  “If I could, I would slip my hands into your pants so I could see how ready you really are.”

  Seamus’ silky-smooth voice ran through her like a caress. The images he created in her mind pushed her closer to passion’s edge. If he were able to touch her, it probably wouldn’t take him long to help her get to that much-needed orgasm.

  “You are wet, aren’t you, Little Katie?”

  She shuddered when she felt tingles on her ear as well as her butt cheek and hip. “Yes.”

  Finally the woman on the other side of the trellis threw her head back and yelled out her release. Her body shivered and convulsed as the man held her by the hips and drank in her nectar.

  Katie’s breath caught. She was transfixed by what she was seeing.

  Suddenly the man stood, grabbed the woman by the waist and switched places with her. He flipped the woman around and bent her over, forcing her to grab on to the seat of the bench. Holding her by the hip with one hand, he guided his cock into her pussy.

  He pushed in as far as he could go and held that position for a moment. Both of them looked as if they were savoring the feeling.

  When the man eased back then quickly rocked forward, Katie’s own pussy clenched in response. The man’s rhythm picked up and soon he was pounding into the woman, their bodies making slapping noises when they came in contact.

  “Touch yourself,” the man told the woman. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”

  Katie couldn’t tell from where she was standing but the woman must have complied because her moans became louder. Finally the woman let out a hoarse cry. The man answered by thrusting into her a couple more times before stiffening and grunting with his own release.

  Katie groaned. The visual stimulation was becoming too much.

  “Seamus,” she pleaded, even though she wasn’t sure what she was asking for.

  “I’m here, Little Katie,” he reassured her. “What would you ask of me?”

  “I don’t know,” she whispered as she turned away from the trellis. “I need…”

  “What do you need?” he pressed.

  Her body was trembling. “I need you to touch me.” She tried to keep her voice low. “I need to come, Seamus.”

  He stepped closer. “If I could, I would lay you on that lounge, spread your legs and make you come as I buried myself in you.”

  Katie shivered in response.

  “But since I can’t, you’re going to have to do most of the work. Go sit on the lounge.”

  She did what he told her.

  “Lie back and slip your pants off.”

  “Um. I don’t think that is a good idea,” she whispered and pointed to the trellis that shielded them from the other couple.

  He shrugged. “Then just loosen the fastenings.”

  Katie looked around to see if anyone could see her. It was shaded enough that it was unlikely. Then again, she just spent the last half hour watching the couple on the other side of the trellis. With as little traffic as she saw in the gardens when she was walking and the fact that the sun had almost completely set, Katie felt it was reasonably private.

  She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed the zipper down.

  “Now, slip your hand in and tell me how wet you are.”

  Once again she did as Seamus bade. Her fingers skimmed through the narrow patch of hair until she reached her clit. She pushed past the swollen nub until she reached what her fleshy folds were trying to hide.

  “Very.”

  She drew the silky dampness up to her clit then slid her finger back and forth across the sensitive peak. Katie bit her lip as she absorbed the sensation. Knowing Seamus was watching her heightened the feeling.

  Their gazes locked as she rubbed her clit with slow, steady strokes.

  In her mind’s eye she saw Seamus leaning over her. It was his hips that pushed her legs open. It was his hand that touched her pussy. It was his finger that stroked her clit.

  The sound of crunching gravel startled Katie out of her fantasy.

  Seamus put one finger to his lips, telling her to remain silent, then floated through the trellis wall. Katie zipped and buttoned her jeans and straightened her top.

  When Seamus returned he said, “It’s just a couple out for a stroll.”

  Katie nodded. “Perhaps we should get back to the room.”

  “If you’d like.”

  “You’re coming too, right?” she asked as she stood.

  “Is that a trick question?” He smirked.

  Katie snorted in response. “Oh whatever.” She brushed past Seamus so he wouldn’t see her cheeks turning pink.

  As they walked back to the garden entrance, they passed a couple walking arm in arm. A pang of jealousy struck Katie. If things were different, she would be strolling in the garden with Seamus’ arms around her. Then again, if things had been different, she would have never met him.

  Chapter Seven

  “Are you all right?” Seamus asked.

  “I’m fine. Why?”

  “You have an odd look on your face.”

  “I do?” Katie pretended innocence.

  He nodded. “Either you had an unpleasant thought or you need to go to the bathroom. Care to tell me which it is?”

  Katie laughed. “Well, I don’t need to go to the bathroom.”

  “Then what was the thought that made you frown?”

  She smiled, amazed by how perceptive he was. “It occurred to me that if things had been different, I would have never met you.”

  It was his turn to look pensive. “I suppose that’s true.”

  “Not that I’m glad you had a curse placed on you or anything,” she reassured him. “I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

  “I wouldn’t think so.”

  The walk back to the garden entrance was much shorter since they didn’t weave in and out of the many pathways. As they climbed the steps to the terrace, they fell silent. Several couples were milling about. Katie guessed they were either having drinks before dinner or relaxing after.

  “Are you hungry?” Seamus asked. He must have noticed all the people in the hall outside the restaurant as well.

  Sh
e shook her head without saying anything. She ate lunch late and wasn’t ready for dinner just yet so they kept moving to Katie’s room.

  After unlocking the door, she held it open for Seamus. As he floated by she realized how pointless the gesture was but it was hard to break ingrained habits. Not that she frequently let men into her hotel room.

  “So…” she said as they reached the sitting area.

  “The night air was a bit cool. Did you get chilled?” Seamus asked.

  “A little.”

  “How about a bath to warm you up again?” he suggested.

  Katie smiled. “That’s not a bad idea.”

  The bathroom was probably the best thing about the suite. The blend of modern conveniences and antique designs created a relaxing atmosphere.

  She went immediately to the tub, pulled the stopper and turned on the hot water. When she turned around, Seamus was leaning against the counter with his arms folded over his chest, watching her.

  A thrill shot through her as she thought about stripping in front of him. Could she really do it?

  To give herself another minute to decide, she took her time finding a hair clamp. Once she had her long tresses twisted up and secured on the back of her head, she walked to the towel rack, picked out two then hung them on the warmer. Next she lingered over the selection of bath salts.

  “What do you think? Lavender, rose or vanilla?” she asked.

  “Whichever pleases you. I am not able to smell much.”

  “Much?” Katie considered what he’d said. “I hadn’t thought about that. So you can smell a little?”

  “I suspect it is only strong odors that I am able to smell. But even then, they are faint.”

  “Huh.” Katie continued to process the thought even as she absently studied the containers in front of her. Finally she just grabbed one. She checked the temperature of the water, made a quick adjustment then added some of the bath salts.

  When she turned around again she couldn’t tell if he was amused or waiting to pounce. Maybe both?

  A quiver ran through her. With trembling legs, she sat on the edge of the tub so she could take off her shoes. It was hard to concentrate on what she was doing, knowing Seamus was just across the room, watching her. And she wasn’t bold enough to meet his eye, much less tease or tantalize him.