I back into something warm and hard, jolting me from my thoughts as two arms wrap around me, pinning me face-first against a wall with force and pressing their chest against me.
“What the fuck?” I demand, trying to free myself from their hold.
“Shhh.” The figure says in my ear, and the penny drops.
Of all the scary shadows, ghosts, and ghouls in this house, this one is mine. My own personal shadow. He moves his hand to grasp my neck, holding me in place while kicking my legs apart.
“No. Not here!” I plead. He runs a hand down my back.
“Shhh,” he hushes, silencing me again. He hikes my dress up and feels between my legs, letting out a satisfied huff when he finds the toy he left for me in place. He presses the activation button on it and withdraws his hand.
Spinning me around to face him, he lifts me. My back balanced against the wall, and my legs wrapped around him. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he cocks his head to the side and hits a setting on his phone. I gasp, sucking in a sharp breath of air as the toy comes to life. It warms up, vibrating inside me. Pleasure shoots through me. He hits a button again, stopping it. I blowout a breath of relief. His head tips back a little as his shoulders move with a silent laugh.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” I accused.
He nods his head. He grips my waist harder, holding me firm against him, and widens his stance. He taps a button again, and the erect silicon cock inside me hits my sensitive spot, making my eyes roll back.
“Oh fuck!” I yelp. I squeeze his arm, and again he stops the device. He grasps my throat right before he fires the device back up. My hips buck against him as his hand snakes around my neck, tilting it to look at him as he teases the pleasure out of me. He hits another setting, turning the clit stimulation on, and I pant through tightly closed lips, trying to contain my moans. He stops and starts it several times, teasing me.
Finally, he hits another button.
A strangled cry breaks free from my lips as the vibration pulses against my most sensitive, untouched place.
My body jerks, hips rolling instinctively. But he’s already there—steady hands gripping my waist, guiding me.
I feel him beneath me. Hard. Thick. The unforgiving ridge of his cock pressed against my soaked panties through the rough denim of his jeans.
My breath catches.
I’m completely at his mercy.
The pressure builds. The sensation blurs between too much and not enough. The vibrations pulse harder, deeper, relentless against me.
He forces my rhythm. Slow at first—agonizing, teasing. Then faster. Faster.
Oh, fuck.
Heat coils low in my stomach, winding tighter with every roll of my hips. His grip tightens, fingertips digging into my flesh to almost certainly bruising pressure, commanding me to keep moving.
Pleasure ignites, searing through my veins.
And then?—
I break.
He holds me there.
Still.
The vibrations don’t stop right away.
Not until he’s satisfied.
Not until I’m limp and ruined in his arms.
Finally, he pulls out his phone, presses a button, and the vibration dies.
I feel his eyes burn into me from behind his mask.
