GhostlyPersuasion (11 page)

“I haven’t been able to test that theory myself, but I could
see where it might work.”

“I doubt that’s what
he
’s doing,” Katie said with a
tilt of her head in the direction of the couple.

“If he is, those are some of the sloppiest letters I’ve ever
seen.”

Katie had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from
laughing out loud. She certainly didn’t want to interrupt the couple or make them
think she was laughing at them. When she regained control, she whispered, “Stop
that. You’re going to make me embarrass myself.”

“Before I interrupted, you seemed to be enjoying yourself.
What about this,” he pointed to the couple in the swing, “appeals to you where
the previous rooms or couples didn’t?” Seamus asked.

Keeping her voice low, she admitted, “I was just wondering
the same thing. In most of the other rooms, the woman was bound and the man was
in charge, if you will.”

“True,” he agreed.

“I suppose the most obvious difference is the punishment
versus teasing or tantalizing.”

“So being tied up doesn’t bother you then.” It sounded as if
he was making a statement more than asking a question.

“No,” she drew out the
O
. “The idea of being tied up
by someone I trust is not offensive. I wouldn’t do something like that with
just anyone though. Certainly not a stranger.”

“So if you had a longtime lover or husband, would the idea
of being subjected to his every whim turn you on?”

Katie’s cheeks warmed rapidly. “Yes, a little.”

“Does anything else about what you’ve seen in here,” Seamus
pointed to the couple in the room, “appeal to you?”

“The swing,” she said without hesitation.

Seamus looked back at the couple as if he hadn’t even
noticed what the woman was sitting on. “You like the swing? What about it?”

Katie motioned for him to step away from the doorway with
her. She was afraid she’d disturb the couple even though she kept her voice
low.

“There are a couple of interesting things about the swing.”

Seamus nodded for her to continue.

“First, the positioning it puts the woman into. It looks as
if her lover has access to pretty much every part of her. And it doesn’t look
uncomfortable. Second, the furry cuffs.” Even though they stood in the hallway,
she could still see the couple and the swing. “Seems to me those would add a
sensation on her skin and yet that is what is binding her too.”

“You’re probably right.”

“The other thing is…” She bit her lip, wondering if she was
telling him too much.

“Go on,” Seamus encouraged her.

“Well, I just got to thinking that having sex in the swing
would probably be a unique feeling. Kind of like floating in the water. And the
guy would be able to control the motion a lot better, I should think.”

When Katie looked up at Seamus, he had a pained expression
on his face.

“Did I say something wrong? Too much information?” She
probably shouldn’t have told him everything.

“No,” he reassured her. “You didn’t say anything wrong. I
want to know what you think.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I just, uh… I
had a vision of what I would do to you if I had even five minutes with you on
that swing.”

Not only did that vision creep into her head but she saw the
raw desire in his eyes. Katie’s pussy clenched in response and her panties
dampened.

A sound behind her alerted her that another couple was
headed in their direction. Not wanting anyone to think she was talking to
herself, she motioned Seamus to follow her. As they made their way to the main
salon, she didn’t even glance in the other doorways. She was already on sensory
overload.

Once they were back in the salon, she debated getting
another drink. With all the ideas and visions spinning around in her head, it
was probably best to go easy on the alcohol. Otherwise she might
really
end up telling Seamus something she shouldn’t.

Katie found an unoccupied pair of chairs that were tucked
into a shadowed corner of the salon. Before she could even take a seat, one of
the highly efficient Dungeon staff stopped to ask if she needed anything, but Katie
shook her head and waved her on.

“What do you think of the Dungeon so far?” Seamus asked as
he settled into the other chair.

“Let me put it this way. Even if I found a club similar to
the Dungeon back home, I don’t see myself hanging out in a place like this.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. I meant, what do you think about
the things you’ve seen?”

“Ah. Well, it’s been interesting. And, yes, I admit to being
turned-on by a few things, but it’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m sure it is if you’ve never been around this lifestyle,”
he agreed.

“I assume you found out about this place as a result of your
problem?”

His eyebrow raised in question. “My problem?”

“Your bad habit of spying on people.”

He chuckled. “You say problem. I say form of amusement.”

“Harrumph.” Katie turned her head to visually follow an
odd-looking couple as they passed through the salon. The woman was quite large
and rather stocky with long blonde hair. She reminded Katie of the Viking wife
in that cartoon,
Hägar the Horrible
. However the man she was
accompanying was average height and skinny as a rail. The woman probably
outweighed him by more than a hundred pounds.

She was partially curious and partially horrified to know
what the two of them would be doing in the one of the rooms.

“That does put me in mind of something,” Katie said.

“In mind of what?” Seamus asked.

“Why haven’t I seen any men getting tied up by a woman?”

“Because they tend to stay in that hallway.” He pointed
across the salon in the opposite direction.

“Oh.” Katie perked up. “What else do they do over there?”

“I’m not certain. I haven’t spent much time there.”

“Why not? Don’t like the idea of being tied up?” she teased.

“Not really.” He leveled his gaze on her. “Although, like
you, with the right woman, I would do it if she wanted.”

Katie fought to control a shudder that rippled through her
when she thought of Seamus tied up, maybe even blindfolded, and hers to do with
as she pleased. There was nothing she could do about the heat pooling in her
pussy though.

“Does that interest you, Little Katie?”

Seamus’ voice sounded like a sexy purr. Goose bumps popped
up on her arms.

“Maybe,” she said coyly.

“I think it does,” he said and leaned closer. “Your
breathing changed and even in this light I can see that you’ve turned pink.
Your panties are probably wet too.”

Katie squirmed in her seat. She looked across the salon to
avoid looking him in the eye. He just saw too damn much of what she was
thinking.

She was surprised to spot a familiar face. “Isn’t that the
woman we saw a few days ago making out with the ghost in the lobby?” Katie
tried to discreetly point the woman out to Seamus. Now that Katie could see all
of her, she wished she hadn’t. The woman was wearing a formfitting knit dress
that showed all her curves to her advantage.

Katie felt seriously underdressed in her jeans and sweater.

“I believe it is,” Seamus agreed. “Didn’t you say you ran
into her in the lift?”

“Yeah. Shanna was her name, I think. She was looking for her
ghost boyfriend, but I didn’t want to tell her I could see him.”

When Shanna turned to navigate around a couch, Katie saw the
bare-chested ghost the woman had been making out with walking beside her.
“Apparently she found him. I wonder what they’re doing down here.”

Seamus turned to look at Katie, one eyebrow raised in
question. “I should think they are down here for the same reason we are.”

“Well, yeah. I mean…” Katie rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up. I
know it’s a stupid question.”

Seamus chuckled. “So long as you know it too.”

“Whatever,” she said as she folded her arms across her chest
then pretended to pout.

Katie kept an eye on the ghost couple, just out of
curiosity.

“They’re going the way we came in.” She smiled at Seamus.
“Think they’re into something heavier than the swing?”

“I’m not sure,” Seamus said, though he looked distracted. He
was watching the ghost couple also. When the couple disappeared from their
sight Seamus hopped up and said, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere without
me.”

He didn’t give her a chance to agree or disagree, just floated
to the same hallway the ghost couple had taken. She had been kidding when she
said she wondered what the other couple was doing. It was surprising that
Seamus took her seriously.

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.