An Extreme Haunting

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An Extreme Haunting ISBN 9781419912405 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. An Extreme Haunting Copyright © 2007 Cheryl Dragon. Edited by Shannon Combs. Cover art by Syneca. Electronic book Publication October 2007 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 443103502. 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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“If I wanted to satisfy you most intensely?” Sean knew she couldn’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.

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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.”

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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

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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

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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.

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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 ghosts. 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.” 13

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“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. “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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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“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?”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“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. 23

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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. 24

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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. Sean nipped at her neck as they recovered. Their bodies slick with sweat. “Now you really have to trust me. All weekend.” “As long as you want me.” “This can’t be real.” “You barely know me. Reality will set in.” “We don’t know each other well. We will.” He nodded. “I catch ghosts with my family. I travel a lot. Not good for relationships. I’ve always had the gift. It’s my life.” She seemed to be confessing. 25

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“Do you like your life?” he asked. Dana smiled. “I love it. It’s great, except for being alone.” “Then don’t complain. Enjoy the weekend and the castle.” He licked her nipple. “I work all the time and rarely get to travel. I understand about being alone.” “I plan to enjoy the castle and you. But first I need to get rid of the ghosts.” She pushed on him to roll over. He rolled to set her free. “I thought I was in charge.” Dana stood but leaned back to give him a quick kiss. “In bed, for all the sex, you absolutely are. But that’s it. It’s not a fulltime thing. Your sister didn’t hire me to play sex slave. And this isn’t the sixteenth century.” He watched Dana dress. There was balance out there. He never expected to find that. Mind-blowing sex with a woman who wanted it as much as he did, yet she had her own agenda. Sean felt possessive in a new way. No one would take her from him, but she’d have to choose him. Finally, he was dressed and ready to help with the ghost busting. Then he could have his submissive back and make the most of the weekend. But something told him that Dermott was territorial. He wouldn’t go quietly. Sean would make sure the castle was his, not stuck in the past. With Dana’s help.

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Chapter Four As Dana poured salt and holy water around the entire castle to seal it, she could feel the vibrations inside. It wasn’t the ghosts. It was Sean. She’d stunned herself by playing along so willingly. Part of her wanted to blame the ghosts but she knew she was stronger than that. Like it or not, Dana loved what Sean had done. Her bottom was still tender and it kept her aware of how he affected her. How she wanted it again. Daily. Forever. He’d apologized. They definitely had to practice more because that ruined the moment. She stopped herself. There was no promise of a future. Perhaps the only reason he’d let go so fully was because it was a weekend away. He’d never have to see her again. Boston was a big city. Then her work moved inside. She lit a white candle and moved through every room in the large castle. She instructed the trapped ghosts to be free and enjoy their eternity. The vastness of the castle gave her time to think. About Sean. Sean wasn’t what he appeared. His tough, collected exterior and skeptical front gave way to passion and control of a sensual kind. Something in Dana understood that all too well. She wanted to understand him more. To fully experience him. A small piece of her began to hope. He’d enjoyed it. It appeared that she pleased him. They both lived in Boston. It wasn’t impossible—if he wanted it. Her tour ended in the dungeon, where she found Sean at the table and chairs. Food was set out on the table and a fire was blazing. Dana’s heart flipped and she tried not to show it. Every time she got near him, her pussy ignited. “I ran out for some food. All done?” He held her chair. Dana set the candle on the table and sat. “Thank you. So far, yes. I went through the entire house. I’ll give it an hour and see if anyone appears.” 27

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“Dermott was strong.” Sean sat across from her and passed a basket of soda bread. “He’s the one I’m most worried about. If he tries again, you need to focus on your desires verses his.” “What if we want the same thing?” Sean stared at her. Dana felt herself go red. “Dermott doesn’t want me. He wants to possess any woman in his castle. You’ll have to focus on me and try your best.” Sean wanted more than one submissive, of course. He was so much. She probably wasn’t enough. Dana couldn’t live with that. She wanted to be the only woman. Suddenly she felt the presence of a female ghost—the strongest one. She too wanted to be special in her life with Dermott. Dana fought a fainting spell as she learned the details. “Coffee?” he offered. “Please.” Dana took a mug with a shaky hand. “You okay?” he asked. “We’re not alone. At least one of the wives is still here.” Dana was frustrated at her failure. Most of the time she cleaned a place in one sweep but the ghosts here were ancient and strong. “We have tomorrow. You’ll try again.” Sean dug into the food. “A good night’s sleep can’t hurt but I’ll try later tonight. Challenge them when they’re most active.” Dana wanted to feel normal for a bit. “Your sister didn’t tell me what you do for a living.” “I’m a partner in an architecture firm. It’s great to work for yourself, right?” Dana began to eat and nodded. “Definitely nice to be your own boss. Do you have a girlfriend?” It was dangerous ground, she knew, but she had to know if there was a chance. “No. I’m not very good at dating. You?” He studied her. “No. With what I do, the travel, the ghosts. Most men think I’m crazy.” 28

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“Seeing is believing. What do your parents think about your work?” “They started the business. The house I grew up in was full of ghosts. One really scared me, the rest I could handle. My parents did research and then bought specialized equipment. They loved the house and weren’t giving it up.” “Like my sister and this place.” He nodded at the castle around them. “Exactly. I had the gift so it wasn’t something I could ignore. My brothers mastered the machines and we were in business.” “Do you ever wish you didn’t have this gift?” he asked. “No. That’d be like wanting to be blind. I’m used to it. Even if I saw something disturbing, I wouldn’t give up my sight.” “Makes sense. Feel any other left-behind spirits?” Dana scanned the room and sensed Dermott. “He’s still here. By the fireplace.” “Stubborn old man.” Sean shook his head. “I’m sure he won’t go unless all of the women are gone. Men and their territory.” Dana smiled. “We like to know what’s ours and let others know.” “Maybe if you let Dermott know that the castle is yours now, he’ll let go. It’s not mine.” Dana hoped that would do something. Sean’s skeptical face was back but he cleared his throat. “Dermott. The house has passed to me by law. Please move out with your wives.” Dana tried not to laugh. “Full credit for attempts at old-fashioned talk. But he’s still here.” “Guess we’ll to have to show him.” Sean held out a hand. “Show him?” Dana took his hand and felt the familiar tingle of Sean’s power. “He’s marked a lot more territory around here than I. We need to catch up.” Sean pulled her near the bed. “Undress me.”

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With a thrill, Dana knelt down and started with his shoes. Suddenly her energy was restored. A night of pleasure at the hands of Sean and another attempt to launch the two stubborn ghosts. Then tomorrow would be all for them. He was naked in seconds, his erection clearly on its way. But Dana waited for instructions. “Take off your clothes.” He reclined on the bed and watched. She stripped and waited. “Turn around.” She turned and saw herself in the mirror. It was real. It might not last, but for a time she had what she needed. “Your cheeks are still pink.” His hands molded and squeezed her rear. “Did you like it?” “Yes,” she admitted. “More?” Her pussy quivered, wet and aching for more. “Please.” “Not tonight.” He was a tease. Reminding her it was his pleasure. “Lie on the bed, face up.” Dana moved to lie on the bed, spread-eagle, as Sean stood and watched her. “I’m not going to tie you up. I want you to obey. Your hands and feet stay outstretched. Understood?” “Yes.” She wanted to be tied up, to struggle against it. This was harder. More arousing in a way. To obey or to give in, which was more pleasure? Sean reached to the bedside table and produced a glass dildo. It was on the small side. Dana’s pussy drooled at the sight and she wondered where the toy came from. “Think you can take it?” he asked. “Yes.” “Where?” Dana knew either his cock or the toy was going in her ass. “Anywhere you want.” 30

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“If I wanted it to pleasure you, where?” “My pussy.” She stared him in the eye. “Why?” “I want your cock in my ass, please.” She licked her lips. “Maybe next time.” He leaned over her and lubed the dildo with her pussy juice and then eased it back. “Open.” Dana relaxed her muscles as the smooth glass filled her second hole. “Hold it,” he said. She obeyed, enjoying the full sensation but wanting his warm cock there instead. “Thank you.” If she wanted to please him, she had to play his way. To appreciate whatever he wanted. Dana couldn’t help wanting it all with him. “You’re beautiful.” “Thank you.” For once she felt beautiful. He leaned in and tongued her breasts, biting her nipples until she arched and her hips flexed. The man knew how to press her buttons. “You’re ready.” Sean eased onto the bed. Slowly he slid three fingers into her. The fit was tight because of the toy. “Is there room for me?” “Yes, please. Fuck me.” One hand betrayed her and reached for him. He caught it and put it back down. “Be good. You don’t want it to end, do you?” “No,” she moaned. “I’m sorry.” “You will be and for that I’ll come where I like. And you like it when I come inside of you.” “Please, I’m sorry.” Dana wanted him deep inside her when he came. Part of her knew he liked it too. She hated that she failed him. She deserved whatever punishment he chose. “And you’ll be punished. It’s only fair.” He settled between her legs and pushed on the dildo for good measure. “Ready?” 31

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“Yes.” Dana watched as he centered and slid into her. The sensation of fullness between her pussy and ass dazzled her. Her hips lifted to meet him. “An eager and horny little submissive,” he whispered in her ear. “The worst punishment would be not to let you come.” Dana felt the truth fly out her mouth. “No please. The worst would be you not coming.” Sean smiled and began thrusting hard and deep. The bed shook and Dana moaned loudly as he overwhelmed her, his mouth on her neck. She wanted him to kiss her but felt his control in place. The slow buildup of her orgasm betrayed her as her body convulsed, holding both cocks as she shuddered and screamed his name at the top of her lungs. He never stopped watching her. Dana felt him tense. Forcing herself not to beg, she watched as he pulled out and jerked off. His cum landed on her breasts. He’d marked her visually now. It was a new thrill for her that she hadn’t expected. “Thank you.” “You’re loud in bed.” He fed her his cock. She sucked and licked him clean. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quieter.” “No, I like it. Clean up your breasts and get some sleep.” He rolled over next to her and watched as she gathered his cum from her breasts with her fingers and licked it up. Then he rolled her closer and covered them both with a blanket. Dana had never felt so alive and fulfilled.

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Chapter Five Sean watched her sleep, curled against him. Her late-night attempt to remove the two ghosts had failed. At the moment, Sean couldn’t care less about ghosts or castles. All he thought about was Dana being his. Forever. Part of him couldn’t believe he’d found her, or the things they’d done. Dermott started to push and Sean felt it. Dermott had degraded and turned his wives against each other. That part Sean pushed away. Sean only wanted one woman who would do anything for him. He’d do anything for Dana—Sean already knew it. Deep down he knew he had to let her finish her work and clean the castle before he could talk about the future. Then they’d see what they had without ghosts influencing them. It would be easier without Dermott pushing him to claim Dana, mark her as his own. Dermott was ancient and Sean wanted to be Dana’s choice, not her ruler. She stirred and stretched, finally her eyes opened. “Morning.” She kissed his chest. Sean tugged her on top of him and rubbed her rear. Before her late-night attempt at ghostbusting, he’d taken out the glass toy. “Morning. Sleep well?” He kissed her forehead. “Wonderful. Can we stay here forever?” Her fingers sank into his hair. “Unfortunately, we both have jobs to get back to. Besides, Boston has more to offer than a dark old castle.” “If we could just get rid of the ghosts, I’d be fine here.” “Maybe a vacation or two a year. Too much and you’d get lonely and bored with just me. But it is peaceful. Why are we here on Halloween? Does it help you?” “I think your sister thought it would. It makes no difference to me. But given the age of these ghosts, they would believe it’s All Soul’s Day. They might think they have

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more power than normal. It could make it easier to confront them. So what else do you want to do on our last day?” she asked. “First, I’m thinking a bath. I’ll get the water started.” He rolled from under her and out of bed to stoke the fire. The Celtic infinity-shaped poker caught his eye. On impulse, he set it in the embers—not deep in the flames but close enough to get hot. “What should we do while the water is warming?” she asked seductively from the bed. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he ordered. Dermott tried to play, to push in the extreme, but Sean resisted. Dana was perched on the edge of the bed, naked and smiling when he approached. Sean wanted a show. “Face the mirror. Spread your legs.” He sat behind her, his cock already growing. “Watch yourself as you get off for me.” “What?” she blurted. “Do it.” He reached around and pulled her pussy lips farther apart. “Watch how beautiful you are when you obey me.” Dana’s head rested against him as her fingers dipped to her clit. His hands pulled her thighs wider for a better view. The soft grunts and groans came from deep in her throat as she massaged her pussy. Her ass rubbed against his cock as her hips moved. He watched her eyes, half closed in ecstasy but still watching in the mirror. Slowly her other hand rubbed her breasts. The intimacy was intense. “Sean!” She pressed back and tensed. His arms held her steady, keeping her legs wide as she lost control and came for him. She came fast. Dana’s body jumped and jerked as she repeated his name. Her fingers pressed harder on her clit and her hips braced against the bed as she shook against him.

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“I should’ve started this years ago.” Sean moved a hand to catch her juice as it pumped out of her. Gently, he rubbed it against her breasts and pussy. “Thank you,” she murmured. His kissed the back of her neck. “You did all the work.” She smiled at him in the mirror and offered him her slick fingers. Sucking them clean, Sean enjoyed the smell and taste of her. “Now I really do need a bath.” She laughed. “Me first.” Dana turned to kneel in front of him. “Tell me what you want.” Her eyes fixed on his hard cock. “Not yet. Bathe me.” He went to the fire and poured the warm water into the tub. Sean climbed in and waited. Dana moved to him. Taking a cloth and soap, she washed his back, shoulders and chest. When she started to go lower, he grabbed her wrist. “Get in. Do my legs.” He enjoyed the feel of her hands on him and her body close to him. Wet and close, he wanted her. “Come here.” He turned her and sucked her breasts clean. The firm nipples felt right on his tongue. When her hips tried to connect with his cock, Sean pulled her back. “Not yet. Stand up.” She stood in the tub and Sean positioned himself to fit his mouth to her pussy. He devoured her soft flesh, licking and biting until she was wet for him again. Dana’s fingers dug into his scalp for balance as he licked her from asshole to clit. He’d make sure she never wanted to leave. But he didn’t let her come. Sean was on the verge as well. He stopped suddenly and looked up at her. “Lie on the rug in front of the fire.”

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Dana obeyed, lying spread-eagle, her face still contorted with pleasure. The light from the fire made her skin glow. Her nipples stood shadowed against the flames, hard from the cold and arousal. “More?” he asked. “Yes.” She nodded as if there were any doubt. Sean felt Dermott’s ghost urging but he wasn’t sure what about. There was no doubt Sean would fuck her. Make sure she was his. He rose slowly from the bath and stood between her legs. Dana’s eyes were on his erection as he knelt down. “You’re mine,” he said. “Yes.” Her answer was automatic. “Forever,” he added. “Forever,” she agreed. He leaned over her, capturing her mouth in a slow, delicious kiss. As he deepened the kiss, Sean slid inside of her. He felt her pussy tense and welcome him. It was familiar and still seductive. Loud groans came from her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. “Forever,” she muttered against his mouth. Sean felt a need, stronger than his own. The need to claim her, possess her. It blinded him as he fucked her. No other man could touch her or look at her naked body. Not another man in the world. He had to mark her, make her his forever. As her hips bucked to meet him, he saw the smooth front of her hip, not far from her pussy. It had to go there. His mark. Sean fought it. Ignoring the call of the hot poker within reach. But as her orgasm took hold and he felt the intensity of her passion, he knew he had no choice. Then his own orgasm began and Sean felt Dermott’s extra push.

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With her first scream of pleasure, he grabbed the hot poker and pressed it to her hip. Her scream of pain and pleasure made him drop the poker—her body still convulsed as he came deep inside of her. Sean’s eyes fixed on her hip. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. The red mark of a Celtic infinity sign was burned into her hip. “I’m so sorry.” He cupped her face as tears slid down her cheeks. “Why? What did I do?” She squeezed her eyes shut but her lower body seemed frozen. “Nothing. I’m sorry. Dermott. Damn, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let my guard down. I had no right to mark you.” He wanted to hold her but she needed help. “I’ll get something.” Dana didn’t move as he left her and soaked a cloth in cold water. “Ready?” he asked. She nodded but flinched as the cold cloth touched the fresh burn. “Mark me?” “It was Dermott. That’s no excuse. I know. But it’s what he did to his wives. He pushed when I wasn’t strong. I wanted to keep you. I just didn’t know how.” “Ask me. A ring.” Dana sat up and took the cloth away from him. “It’s not your fault. I need to get rid of the ghosts.” “I think there’s a first-aid kit in the rental car. I’ll get it.” He hated to leave her but he had to do something. She was in pain that he’d caused. It killed him. None of his fantasies had ever gone there. He’d never forgive himself. This was Dermott’s plan. Sean was certain. Ghosts wouldn’t rule him or his family. If Dana needed help expelling them, he’d hire all that she needed. Dermott had to go. He got the kit and returned to the dungeon, not even noticing until he was back that he was still naked. Digging through the kit, Sean found antibiotic ointment. “Here, this will help.”

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She sat on the bed and examined the burn. “It’s Celtic.” “The symbol for infinity.” He nodded. “I’m branded yours forever.” Dana seemed to consider it. Sean knelt in front of her and held out the little tube. “Maybe it won’t scar if we get this on fast.” Dana took the tube and applied a thin layer, flinching with each touch. “It’s a good first-degree burn. Maybe second. Like grabbing a hot pot off the stove. Is this what you want?” “No! Never. I don’t want to see you in pain ever. I hate myself. I hate this.” “If I were a good submissive I’d take it all without complaint. I’m just not that way.” A tear rolled down her face. “No,” he insisted. “I don’t want you to. This is Dermott. I was weak. I never wanted to hurt you. Any woman. We have to get rid of Dermott. If you need more help, we can come back another time with all you need. This castle isn’t our lives.” He held her face, staring into her eyes. She had to believe him. “I’m not a quitter. I’m strong enough to do this. I’ll get rid of them before I leave.” “What can I do to help?” He needed to protect her. Wanted to be near her. “Nothing.” She pulled back. “I need to do this alone. You’re a distraction for me. And Dermott is too connected to you. I need to be alone—here. It happened here.” “What happened?” he asked. “Dermott died. And the female ghost with him died. Just leave me alone, please.” She put the cap on the ointment and headed for her clothes. Sean knew being banished from her presence was his punishment. Tugging on jeans and a sweater, he left the dungeon. He couldn’t give up on her, but he could give her space. For now.

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Chapter Six All day, Dana tried to get rid of the two stubborn ghosts. She’d failed and now soaked in the tub alone. The burn stung and Dana wondered if Sean was strong enough to resist Dermott again. Sean had been scarce all day since the incident, exploring the castle. Dana was worried she’d ruined everything. She heard footsteps in the stairs. Sean appeared, sexy and strong as always. He made her wet even after the burn. Because she knew it wasn’t him. Because she wanted him even with his mistakes. “How are you?” he asked. She lifted a shoulder. “Can’t get rid of the two remaining ghosts.” “I meant your hip.” He knelt next to the tub. Dana lifted her hip out of the water to reveal the start of a blister. “Doesn’t hurt much anymore. I think it might scar though.” “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” “It was Dermott.” She eased back into the water. “We have to get rid of them both. They’re too powerful.” “Why would he do that to you?” “You told me. To mark his territory. He was possessive and I’m in his castle. The wives didn’t have a choice. It’s in you too. On some level you want me to belong to you.” That made her hope for a future. “It’s always your choice. Every day. We’ll put some more ointment on it. With any luck it won’t scar. You could tattoo over it if it does.” He held out a robe for her.

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Dana stepped out and let him spoil her. Drying her off, he put a thin layer of ointment on her burn. “I choose you,” she said. “Even after this?” He looked surprised. “Always.” She kissed him and pulled off the robe. Sean undressed and lay down on the bed flat on his back. Dana stared at him, confused. “What do you want?” “I’m not in charge this time. It’s too dangerous right now. Ride me.” Climbing on the bed, she leaned over and kissed him from balls to mouth. She didn’t want to be in control. But if right now it pleasured him, she’d do it. Her body already wanted his. Her pussy was wet with anticipation. His hands pulled her onto him, easing her down while careful not to touch her burn. As she sank onto his cock, his thumb teased her clit. It was intimate and real. Dana arched back and moaned at the feel of him deep inside of her. His thumb rotated around her clit, working her into a fast frenzy—triggered her release in record time. She hammered her hips against him, as she screamed his name. “More?” she asked. “You’re not done.” “Watching you is amazing.” Dana felt her face go red. “What do you want?” “You.” He folded his arms beneath his head. “Tell me. I want to play. To feel like we did before.” She kissed his mouth. The ghosts were close again. Dana wanted to get lost in Sean. Let him rule her for the night, show that she trusted him and took pleasure in being his submissive. He had the strength to overcome Dermott. She believed in them. The female ghost was strong too. She was in the room. Dana felt the fury and the rage of the ghost. Dana’s branding had been by Dermott’s encouragement—to antagonize his former wife-slave. Dana pushed it away. 40

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“You okay?” he asked. “Yes. I want to do what you want now. I trust you.” She kept kissing him. Sean lifted his head. “Get that piece of cloth by the mantle. It’s time for a blindfold.” The female ghost pulled her attention to a dagger also on the mantle. Dana tried to ignore it but the ghost had already shared her conquest of Dermott with her. Dana was being pulled. She obeyed, getting the blindfold and the dagger as well. Dana returned to the bed, slipped the dagger in the covers where she could reach it. “Ride me. But first the blindfold.” Sean looked her up and down. Dana felt his eyes on her burn. He’d branded her. The words echoed in her mind as she put on the blindfold and straddled him. She had fucked him and her body wanted more despite her still-tender hip. “You’re mine,” he said. “Yes.” His cock filled her and she rocked back. She was his. He’d marked her. But he didn’t love her. It was like the ghost wife who wanted to be Dermott’s favorite. The ghost in the room with her was too close. The thoughts were influencing her, Dana knew. It was dangerous. They can possess you but you can never possess them. Dana now understood the impulse of the knife. The only way to possess was the ultimate control—over life. She lifted her blindfold and pressed it to Sean’s eyes. He laughed and put it on, no doubt indulging her because of the burn. The ghost wanted Dana to take revenge but she resisted. Trying to focus on Sean’s body. The feel. The need. His hand on her hip moved and his thumb grazed her brand. The sting of pain pushed her completely out of reality. Dana’s hand grabbed the knife and raised it. The haze was thick as she tried to stop. She felt the heavy dagger in her hand aimed straight at his heart. As the downward motion began, Dana pulled away and dropped the knife to the floor.

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More than anything she wanted Sean in her life—alive. Shaking, she climbed off and sat next to him. Her act of defiance sent both ghosts from the castle. Dana felt them leave. But it was Sean who removed the blindfold and stared at her. She had to make it up to him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “What the hell?” He looked at the knife. “The other ghost. She was so strong. I fought. She tried to convince me you’d always want other women too. Never be content with me. Just like Dermott.” It sounded so foolish in her head. “She was one of Dermott’s wives.” “The one who killed him? I felt his need for revenge somehow.” Sean sat up next to her. “Yes. She wanted to be his only, his favorite. She wanted to be special but he never treated her any differently. And she’s the one who truly loved him.” Dana fought her emotions. She wanted Sean. It was crazy. “So she killed him?” Sean asked. Dana nodded. “No one else could have him ever again. I love you, I want you for myself but I won’t hurt you.” “Can you get rid of the ghosts?” He held her hand. “They left when I didn’t kill you. Now they know I won’t play their game. I’m sure they’ve gone for good. I’m sorry it took so long.” She started to move away. Sean held her. “You’re stronger than I am.” He traced a finger around the brand. “It’s just a little burn. This was almost murder. She cut out his heart and threw it in the fire.” A tear ran down her cheek. “I love you.” He kissed the tear away. “Don’t. Don’t feel bad about the burn. It’ll heal. She wanted me to cut your heart out.” Dana pulled away.

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Sean had the superior strength and pulled her to the bed. “I don’t feel bad. I didn’t want to hurt you but I wanted you to be mine—forever.” “I can’t share. The ghost was right. I let her in because I felt exactly like she did. I want to be the only one.” “You are. I’m not him. I don’t need anyone else.” “Yesterday you said you wished you’d started this years ago. Remember?” “I remember. But without you it never worked. I should’ve come to the castle years ago. Found you years ago in Boston. Something. You’re what I need.” He kissed her softly. Dana kissed him back. The tears slid down in relief and happiness. “Really?” she asked. “What do I have to do to prove it?” The offer intrigued her. “Anything?” she asked. “Anything.” He looked her in the eye. She smiled. “You don’t have to do anything. But I’d feel better if you had a matching tattoo to my burn.” “You want me marked?” “It’s only fair.” She kissed his chin. “Done the day we’re back in Boston.” “I get to watch,” she added. “You have to watch—even if I turn out to be a bleeder.” He kissed her until his erection returned. Dana moved to rub him. She needed him inside her—to know it was all okay. That he forgave her. His hands moved on her body and Dana wrapped her arms around his neck. “Fuck me, please.” “Always.” He slid deep inside of her.

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Dana knew she’d never be alone and never let another ghost influence her again— at least not that dramatically. He thrust deep, in and out, and Dana didn’t fight the intense orgasm that overtook her, faster than ever before. She arched in pleasure, scoring his back with her nails and biting his shoulder. “Dana.” He grunted as her climax worked him fast as well. Dana felt the rush of his cum inside her and trembled at the fullness. She closed her eyes and soaked in the feel of him. “You okay?” he asked. “Perfect.” “We have one more night. What do you want to do?” he asked. Biting her lip, she thought and then smiled. “I almost tried to kill you. I really think that I deserve a spanking.” Sean grinned and rolled her over.

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About the Author A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories of sinfully hot erotic romance, pure erotica or paranormals with a psychic twist. Never at a loss for ideas, there are plenty of stories yet to be written. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans—where anything can happen. Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyzes numbers as an Assistant Controller for a division of a large international company, which leaves her creative side free for writing.

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