“What are you doing? Let’s go find the group.”
Michael Myers shook his head. I squinted, trying to see more of him. He was shrouded in darkness. He reached up, bringing his hand to my throat and squeezing gently. His other hand went to my sex, cupping me between my thighs.
I gasped and arched my back. I closed my eyes and focusedon steadying my breath. “What are you doing, Mr. Myers?” I teased.My masked man let me go and as I inhaled, he lifted me, cupping my ass and pulling me into the center of the room. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I could take the mask off right now and see who it was, but… I didn’t want to. Moth wanted to be kinky? I could be kinky.
He sat me down on something hard and roughly pulled me to the edge. In a flash, he was down on his knees, shoving my thighs open.
“Someone is going to find us.” I tried to shut my legs but he squeezed and looked up at me. I stared at the faceless man for a long moment. This was a dream come true. Moth, wanting me, and so quickly. I thought it would take more than one day for us to be like this.
He shook his head and reached under my skirt. His fingers found my panties and swiped them aside, diving into my wetness with an urgency that only made me hotter.I let out a sharp gasp and he pulled away. Standing, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a scarf. Without speaking, he brought it to my face, wrapping it around my eyes.
This didn’t feel like a game anymore. “I don’t know if we should do this. I don’t like the dark.”
My masked man returned to to his knees and pushed my thighs apart more.
“Do I know you?” I asked weakly.Silence.This was all part of the game, I realized. I inhaled deeply, bracing myself. The man took his mask off and dove under my skirt.His tongue found my folds and I shivered as he ran it up my slit.
“Oh,” I gasped.He chuckled and used his fingers to spread me further, tasting me, teasing me. Keeping my eyes closed under my blindfold, I fisted his hair and pushed him deeper between my legs. I needed more. It felt so good. It was intense and I could feel my orgasm building as the unknown man lapped at my body like it was his job to make me come. Hefound my clit and focused on it, running his tongue in circles, and sucking. I screamed as suddenly my orgasm overtook me and my body erupted in warm waves.
The man continued to lick until I came down and shoved him away from my sensitive body. He snatched the mask up and shoved it back over his head before removing himself from between my thighs.He stood and removed my blindfold, stuffing it back into his pocket. I stared into the darkness in awe. Despite the ugly mask, this man was beautiful to me.
He put a finger up to his rubber lips. I nodded. I wouldn’t tell a soul what had just happened. Something in me had been awakened, and I wasn’t going to sleep.
Rule 23 - Priest
Don’t lose track of your final girl.
Despite the lights having turned on shortly after Laney returned to the room yesterday evening, she had them turned off this morning and chose to let the fire brighten the room. She sat by it with a small smile on her face, holding a mug of warm cocoa that Gloriana had brought up to compensate for the power outage.
“What’s got you so happy?” I cocked an eyebrow. I was just coming up from some morning laps in the pool. The water was freezing, but the pain felt good. It reminded me of when I was a teenager, taking tacks and safety pins and sliding them down my arms, pushing them just enough to hurt but not leave lasting damage. It was apt, that I'd want to feel pain like this again, as I'd started hurting myself right around the time I realized I had feelings for my sister. My stepsister. I had to constantly remind myself that little bit. It was the most important part of our situation.
"Nothing. I finally feel inspired to write." She sighed wistfully. "Hopefully the rest of the week will be just as productive. I wrote so much thismorning."
"Is that so?" I sat on the chair across from her. "What were you writing about?"
She blushed. God, I loved making her embarrassed. She was so damn cute.
"I don't think I'm ready to share my stuff yet."
I leaned forward. "You're lying. Laney, were you writing smut this morning?" I grinned. "You were. I want to read it!" I eyed the laptop resting beside her on the couch. She saw my line of vision and snatched it up.
"Absolutely not. I can’t. Not you. Especially not you."
"Why not? Reading smut is my job. People pay me good money to read their filthy thoughts." I stood and went to her. I pinched her chin and tilted her head up. "I'd love to read yours, Laney darling."
Her chest heaved as she stared up at me with her large, beautiful brown eyes. "I can't. It's too personal." She turned away. "I'm sorry. You can't read it."
"Personal? What does that mean? Is it a self-insert? I mean, that's not terrible. It could be done well if you know what you're doing," I rambled on, my editor brain taking over. "I really wouldn't mind taking a look at it and?—"
She blurted out, "It's a real experience. I don't think it's appropriate for you to read it."
"Why?" I laughed. "I was there."
Laney, you dirty girl. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if she touched herself as she wrote about us. My cock throbbed as the image of her in bed with her legs spread and her head thrown back as she fingered herself traveled through my mind. The idea was hot as hell.
"No, you weren't."
The words hit me like ice water. Harder than ice water. I'd just been in ice water and this was worse. It was like my body had been shoved into a glass window and I felt every last shred of sharp broken glass.
