GhostlyPersuasion

by Dena Garson

  While he was gone, Katie used the time to think about what she had seen. Once she got over her perception of “spying” on people, it was a bit like watching highly erotic porn. Thankfully without the moaning and groaning and fake orgasms. But it had a stronger impact because these were real people, not paid actors.

  Seamus returned with a frown on his face.

  “What’s wrong?” Katie asked.

  “They left.”

  “Shanna and her friend? Were they just passing through?”

  “Looks like it,” he said with a shrug.

  “How strange.”

  “I wanted to stop them and ask how they are able to…” He made a gesture with his hand that Katie didn’t understand. “How they can touch each other if he’s a ghost.”

  “Oh.” The implication sank into Katie’s brain. “Oh!”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wouldn’t that be…” Her thoughts scattered.

  Seamus pressed his lips together and nodded briskly.

  Katie’s face heated and a knot of tension built inside her. Perhaps she should go for another drink. She opted for distraction instead. “Okay, how about another room full of kinky stuff?”

  Perhaps that wasn’t the best choice for distraction but it was all she had right now.

  Seamus chuckled, easing the tension that was quickly building between them. “Why not?”

  Katie stood and looked at the different hallways. “You said that one,” she pointed at one hallway entrance, “was the one with women in charge, right?”

  “Yes,” he answered slowly, cautiously.

  “Okay. Let’s go,” she said then marched in that direction before she lost her nerve.

  Surprisingly there were several couples lingering in this hallway. More than the last one to be sure.

  The first room they passed with an open door had a woman dressed in black latex from head to toe. Including a pair of boots that looked as if they’d hurt both the wearer and the person she was with. She was holding a mean-looking whip over the man kneeling on the ground in front of her.

  The man was wearing some kind of briefs and bowing so low his forehead was probably on the ground.

  Katie didn’t stay long enough to find out what the woman was planning to do with the whip. She moved farther down the hallway without even looking at Seamus to see if he was enjoying the scene. It was more than she could handle.

  As she walked and scanned the rooms, it occurred to Katie that there were more closed doors in this hallway than the others. But there were windows installed in the wall next to the door of some rooms. A shade was available but several were open.

  She came to an open room fairly quickly but had to look around the shoulders of another couple to see what was going on. She didn’t intend to stay and watch while someone else was viewing, but she was curious to know if she’d want to come back if the viewing couple moved on.

  This room was being controlled by a drop-dead gorgeous specimen of a man. Since he only wore a pair of black leather pants and they fit him like a second skin, she was able to see almost every detail of his body. He was very tall, tanned, broad-shouldered and had muscles stacked on top of muscles. Katie was almost disappointed to see his dark hair was clipped short. The way he was standing, with his arms folded across his bare chest as he watched the two women in the room do his bidding, made Katie think he had served in some branch of the military.

  The women were both rather pretty but contrasted each other in looks. Neither of them wore more than their panties.

  The couple standing in front of Katie moved out of the way, leaving Katie standing there seemingly alone.

  The man in the room turned and looked at Katie. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, lingering on her necklace for just a moment.

  “You’re welcome to join us, if you like.”

  Katie was so startled the man in the room had spoken to her, she turned her head to see if someone had walked up behind her without her knowing. All she saw was the scowl on Seamus’ face.

  She turned to face the man in the room again. “Oh, uh, thank you, but no.” Katie tried to smile but it probably looked more like a grimace.

  The relief on the women’s faces spoke volumes.

  Katie backed away and headed to a different room.

  “He needs to be reported,” Seamus mumbled as they walked.

  “Who? The guy in the last room?”

  “He wasn’t supposed to approach you. You’re considered a special guest and under Vlad’s protection.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Yes, it made me uncomfortable, but it’s not as if he dragged me into the room or anything.” Katie shrugged. “I told him no. End of story.”

  “I don’t like it.”

  Katie stopped walking and turned to Seamus. She studied his face. He was obviously bothered by the incident. “Thank you for worrying about me. But despite the newness of all of this,” she gestured to the rooms in general, “I honestly don’t feel unsafe. Out of my element, for sure. But not unsafe.”

  He folded his arms across his chest and grunted.

  Katie realized even though Seamus wasn’t quite as muscled up as Mr. Leather Pants, she preferred Seamus’ naturally masculine look over what was probably steroid induced. Not that Seamus didn’t have well-defined muscles. He certainly did. And she wished she could lick every single one of them. There was a difference though that she appreciated.

  It really was too bad he was a spirit.

  “Why are you looking at me that way?” Seamus asked.

  “What way?”

  “I’m not sure. It’s an odd expression on your face.”

  Katie glanced at the people walking around them. “We better move along.” She was glad to have an excuse to not delve into what she had been thinking.

  The next room they came to appeared to be what she was looking for. However, instead of an open door there was a window covered by slated blinds. The blinds were still open but Katie suspected they could be closed easily. In the center of the room a blindfolded man was seated in an armless chair with his arms drawn behind his back. The woman in the room with him was wearing a short black chemise but no shoes.

  She was standing behind the man, running her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. Every so often she would lean close and whisper in his ear. Then she moved around to the front of the man and sat across his lap.

  The woman’s lips were moving as she unbuttoned his blue dress shirt. When the man didn’t embrace the woman or even run his hands up her bare legs, Katie realized his hands must be bound behind him.

  What a delicious thought. Not only could the woman touch him wherever and however she wanted but she didn’t have to worry about how she looked to her partner. If she had pimple on her butt he wouldn’t see it. She could concentrate on him and his pleasure.

  How liberating!

  As she watched the couple Katie realized their interaction was more of a turn-on than what she had seen in any of the previous rooms. Her skin was rather sensitive and every time Seamus floated close, the tingles where they touched were more intense and quickly spread to other parts of her body.

  The desire to throw Seamus on the floor and lick him all over threatened to override her good sense. Again. She really needed to control herself.

  “Something about this one attracts you,” Seamus said.

  “Why do you say that?” Katie tried to sound casual but wasn’t sure she achieved it.

  “You’re pink again. And you haven’t moved since you looked into the room.”

  She glanced at Seamus with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, so?”

  “Not so much an accusation as it is an observation. But I would like to know what it is that you like so well in this room.”

  Katie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I think it’s the couple’s interaction with each other more than anything. It’s a gentler scene. Not so much about pleasure or pain, but rather about caring for the partner and the partner’s wants
or needs.” She shrugged. “That probably sounds cheesy but that’s how it looks to me.”

  Seamus examined the couple in the room then nodded. “I agree. That does seem to be the way they are interacting.” He studied Katie for a moment. “And I could see the appeal of it for you.”

  “You don’t think it’s appealing?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “Oh, so is it because the man is the one tied up?” Katie asked.

  “No, I didn’t say that either.”

  “So you do like the idea of the guy getting tied up,” she pressed.

  “I suppose that’s fine.”

  “What if it were you who was tied up?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe.” Seamus looked away, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation.

  “Maybe? You wouldn’t want to have someone trying their damnedest to please you and you didn’t have to do anything except sit there and take it?”

  “If you’re offering to be the one to do it, God yes!”

  Katie’s jaw fell open. She was stunned by the ferocity of the desire in his eye. The images that rolled through her head of what she could do to Seamus if she had him all to herself, in the flesh, turned her insides to liquid heat.

  She wanted this man more than any other. Something told her they would be very good together. Why did he have to be spirit-bound instead of corporeal?

  Sometimes things happen for a reason.

  Oh Lord. Now she was hearing her mother’s voice in her head. While she was in a sex palace too! This really couldn’t get any weirder.

  “Are you okay, Katie?” Seamus’ brows were drawn into a frown. Concern was written across his face.

  “Yes. I’m fine.” She shook off her thoughts of both Seamus and her mother. “Really,” she added when Seamus didn’t look as if he believed her. “But I think I’ve about had enough of the Dungeon for one night.”

  “As you wish. But there is one more thing I’m interested in getting your reaction to.”

  “My reaction to what?” she asked hesitantly.

  “Come. I’ll show you.”

  Seamus led the way to the end of the hallway then turned a corner into a different area. Katie couldn’t put her finger on what made this area different. The paint scheme might have been lighter or perhaps the furnishings a bit more ornate. But unlike the previous hallways, all the doors were open here.

  Katie glanced into each of the doorways they passed. There were certainly more people in this area. More people circulating from doorway to doorway and more milling about inside the rooms.

  Finally she came to a door where the couple inside was engrossed in each other. Despite their physical differences, they were an attractive couple together. She was a petite Asian woman with short dark hair. He was a tall, lanky man with fair skin and bright-red hair.

  Once the man had divested the woman of her dress, she pushed him back until his knees met the edge of the bed then she leaped into his arms, making them both tumble onto the mattress. Their laughter touched a place inside Katie.

  That was what sex was supposed to be. Two people, enjoying each other, forming a bond. And it should always be fun. Even at its most climatic or highest intensity, both partners should want the connection and should feel good in the end.

  Katie looked over at Seamus. He was watching the couple also but must have sensed her regard. When he looked in Katie’s direction, a smiled hovered about his lips.

  Her heart fluttered. It was nice being able to share an experience like this. They might not have known each other long but she was unusually comfortable with Seamus. She returned his smile then went back to watching the couple in the room.

  As the couple got more into their play, Katie realized she was waiting for something big to happen. All the other rooms had an element that made the interaction unusual. The swing, a little bondage, some something that added to the sex. She wondered what it would be here.

  Her question was soon answered. Just as she began to relax and enjoy the scene, another couple entered the room. They stopped just inside the doorway.

  “May we join you?” the new man asked the couple who were already in the room.

  Katie’s face probably registered her surprise. Although why she was surprised by anything she was seeing in the Dungeon she didn’t know.

  The Asian woman looked over her shoulder at the new pair then back at her partner. They exchanged a look or some silent communication then she smiled and answered, “Certainly.”

  The new couple entered the room and sat on the bed.

  Katie was so stunned she didn’t pay attention to what they were saying to each other. Her gaze shot to Seamus. He was watching her intently.

  From the corner of her mouth she whispered, “Are they really going to…” She made a slight gesture with her hand to show she was talking about all four of the people in the room.

  “It would appear they are.”

  Katie snapped her mouth shut and turned her attention to the group. Her cheeks burned and she was decidedly uncomfortable. She had trouble imagining herself with others while being intimate with her lover or partner.

  Both couples adapted quickly to their introduction. Katie was more surprised to see the original couple’s obvious affection for each other didn’t diminish just because there were two more bodies.

  Instead of just pairing up with a new partner, the couples merged. Everyone was touching everyone and arms and legs were tangled and intertwined in what Katie thought resembled an adult game of Twister.

  “What are you thinking, Little Katie?” Seamus asked.

  “Honestly? I think my brain has seized,” Katie whispered.

  Seamus chuckled. “Come on. I think you’ve had enough for one day.”

  She nodded mutely and let him lead her away.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Instead of going back the way they came in, Seamus led Katie around a different path. After a couple more turns she recognized the hallway as the first one they viewed.

  Katie slowed her pace so she could take another look at the room with the swing. This time it was vacant. “That swing is really…um, interesting.” She chewed on her fingernail as she imagined its different uses. Hmmm… But where could I buy one?

  If she ever got seriously involved with someone who was into that kind of thing, that is.

  “Are you using the room?”

  Katie found a young couple behind her. The girl looked hopeful.

  “Oh, no, I’m not.” She stepped out of the doorway. “Go right ahead.”

  “The swing is really cool, isn’t it?” the girl asked enthusiastically. “I just love it. I told David we need to get one for our place.” She squeezed her partner’s arm and grinned at him.

  He, presumably David, turned pink and shuffled his feet.

  “Well, you two enjoy yourselves,” Katie said.

  “Thanks. You too!” the girl said.

  Katie smiled at Seamus as they left the young couple to their play.

  “Guess you’re not the only one who has an appreciation for the swing,” he said.

  “Guess not,” Katie mumbled. If she wasn’t careful her cheeks were going to be permanently stained pink.

  As they continued down the hallway, Katie’s eyes were drawn to the first room. She stopped as they neared the doorway. It was only partially open now, so she felt a little strange peeking in, but she just couldn’t help it.

  “What’s the matter?” Seamus asked.

  “I… I thought I saw something,” she said as she peeked through the narrow gap.

  “You probably did see something. But I thought you didn’t care for the rooms that involved spanking.”

  “Yeah, I don’t.”

  “So what are you doing?”

  “Oh my God.” Katie couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

  “What?” Seamus crowded in next to Katie, making all her nerve endings leap to life where they merged into each other.

  “That’s… That�
�s Shanna!”

  “Who?”

  “Shanna.” Katie turned to Seamus. “The lady with the ghost boyfriend. Remember, we saw them earlier in the lounge?”

  Seamus stuck his ghostly head through the door. Katie wasn’t sure if she should be jealous or glad she couldn’t see as much as he.

  “It is her,” Seamus said. “And I think she likes that bench.”

  “God. Don’t tell me.” Katie backed away from the door.

  “You don’t want to know what they’re doing?”

  “I have an idea,” she mumbled. “And I don’t really want to keep it in my head. Especially if it’s someone I kind of know.”

  Seamus stuck his head through the door again. “Hey…”

  Katie groaned. “Now what?”

  He pulled out of the door and looked at Katie. “Take a look,” he said with a jerk of his head.

  “I’d rather not, thank you.”

  “Really. You do.” Seamus’ serious tone caught her attention.

  “Why?” she asked, drawing out the sound.

  “I want to make sure I’m seeing what I think I’m seeing.”

  “Aaaww. What?” She moved closer to the door again, took a deep breath and looked. The image of Shanna locked on to the bench with her bare ass in the air was more than Katie needed to see. Seeing Shanna’s boyfriend taking the paddle to her was way more than Katie wanted to see.

  Katie looked harder at Shanna’s boyfriend. Not that it was hard to do. He was rather nice to look at. He was hard in all the right places. Especially there. Apparently he was enjoying their activities in the room. Katie felt her face flame at seeing him in all his glory.

  “I didn’t mean for you to ogle him.” Seamus sounded a little annoyed. “I just wanted you to see what he looked like now. And what he was able to do.”

  It sounded as if he were jealous she was looking at another man. That was good, wasn’t it?

  “Look at what he’s holding,” Seamus hinted.

  Katie switched her focus to Shanna’s boyfriend’s hand. He was holding a paddle.

  “Wait a minute. How is he able to…” Not only was he holding the paddle, he was using it on Shanna. How was that possible? Ghosts passed right through material items.