I wished he wasn’t gay. I prayed, silently, for even the smallest chance of being able to dosomething, anything, with him. Swallowing the nervous saliva that had pooled in my mouth at the sight of him, I finally spoke.
"Not a bad suit, Mr. Pumpkin in black, almost latex skin clinging to every muscle. Wait a minute..." I glanced back into the apartment. On the table was a bowl of sweets. Without thinking, I poured all of them into his pot. The pile was so high that candies tumbled onto the marble floor, which now gleamed black under the warm glow of candles scattered around.
He looked at me, and I couldn’t read him.Was it a grin, a condemnation, or something darker?The pumpkin mask hid everything, leaving only a void behind the cut-outs where his eyes should have been, a red gleam swallowed by shadows.
Then, because I had probably focused too much on his mouth, a long forked tongue with a couple of piercings in it flicked out like a snake. I gasped, eyes wide, and he snorted.
"What the fuck are you doing? Why the fuck you are handling candies to me, for a costume?"
"Excuse me?" I snapped back, crossing my arms over my chest. My nipples hardened from his voice and the slight chill seeping through the entrance.
"I said, trick you or tempt you, kitten."
"Khmmm…" I cleared my throat, a little embarrassed by the way he called me kitten. It was cute and creepy at the same time. "You've got the wrong door. I don't celebrate Halloween."
I was already closing the door when he put his heavy boot between us, holding it open wide so that I could barely reach the handle. A shiver of horror ran through me, mixed with a sharp, undeniable sexual thrill. For some reason, I chuckled, deciding to put the stranger in his place.
"Mr. Pumpkin… ahem, ahem… well, actually, this phrase isn’t pronounced like that on Halloween. Usually, people say ‘trick or treat!’" I said, and noticed how his eyes slid over my body, lingering on my lips.
"What an answer, kitten. I need an answer," he growled, and the sound sent my body into instant reaction. My clit throbbed, a delicious heat spreading through me, and I pressed my lips together and licked them, unable to stop myself.
Was it strange to flirt dangerously with a stranger like this?I didn’t know what to say, because I had never done anything like it.
He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand shot out, gripping my neck. I stumbled back, and he pinned me against the wall, making my legs throb with a mix of fear and excitement.
"This is what you’ve wanted for so long, in your wet dreams, right, baby? I can fulfill them all — every fantasy. Just answer the fucking question."
We were so close that I felt his cock pressing against me through the leather pants. My thin panties did nothing to hide my arousal too. I could feel everything, the heat pooling between my legs, and I thought,Fuck… this kind of man. I want to be dominated, I wanted this sort of a man, that little rude and possessive, dominant man. Yes, he’s a red flag, but it’s so sexy. I’m melting from him… what’s behind that beautiful pumpkin on his face?
The pumpkin seemed to grin in response, and I decided to answer his question too.
“Tempt me, Mr. Pumpkin,” I barely whispered, exhaling, my eyes fixed on his glowing red eyes. I wrapped my arms around his waist, burrowing under his warm leather jacket. The moment he let go of my neck, a delicious emptiness spread through me. It was the sexiest thing I had ever felt in my life.
“I’m gonna treat you well then, kitten,” he murmured.
With one effortless motion, he scooped me into his arms. One hand, and I was completely at his mercy. I could feel his strength as he carried me out of the apartment.
“Um… where are we going?” I ventured, trying my luck.
“You’ll see,” he replied, and continued through the dark corridors of the building. Everything was transformed. Pumpkins lined the hallways, carved with twisted expressions and glowing dimly from within. The space had become something out of a Halloween movie. Just hours ago, when I came home from work, there had been no decorations, nothing at the entrance, nothing on my floor. Everyone had been too absorbed in themselves to bother. But now… now the colors of orange, red, yellow, and brown danced around me, painting the world in magic and danger.
Am I dreaming?The thought crept up, fleeting and intrusive, but I didn’t care. I wanted to take every second of this dream, to own it, and more. I buried my face in Mr. Pumpkin’s chest, inhaling his scent, it was a mix of masculine cologne with a faint whisper of apple and cinnamon that made meacheto taste it.
Passion and lust consumed me, and I felt astonishingly alive, carried by this stranger into wherever he wanted to take me.
Fear had no place here.
Only desire, heat, and the thrill of the unknown.
III
My stranger ignored the elevator and took the stairs, still carrying me in his arms, refusing to let go as if I were some prey tangled in his irresistible, sinfully tight web.
“Um… well… if we go outside, it’s kind of… raining!” I pointed to the windows where rain pounded against the glass. The thought of stepping out half-naked, in only my T-shirt and panties, was absurd.
“You won’t freeze, don’t worry, Aurora.”
“How do you know my name?” I hissed, digging my claws into his chest. Iswearthe carved grin of that pumpkin widened, glowing brighter in amusement.
