"Gabriel, now satisfied that Helena had been teased enough, positioned his cock between her pussy lips and thrust into her."
"Ah!" Laney let out a deep moan as she came, and I froze as my orgasm was brought on by hers. Much like her, the sound of her voice had been my undoing.
Both of us sat breathless in the dark.
"How do you feel?" I asked. "Do you understand how to please yourself now?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Yes?" I lowered my head.
"Yes, big brother."
“Good, now you don’t need to bother trying to get with Moth or any other stupid piece of shit. You can do it yourself like a good girl.”
She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. I left the room quietly, going to my own. I changed and cleaned myself up, wiping the cum off my thigh. It was noon, and I had shit to handle.
Heading to the exit door, I grabbed the Michael Myer's mask off the side table and left to find my competition.
Rule 25 - Priest
Chasing is a necessary, yet annoying part of the job.
"What the fuck do you want?"I found Moth in one of the many studies, with his feet propped up and reading a book. I stormed over and kicked his feet off the coffee table.
"Did you touch her?"
"Who?" He slammed the book closed and sat forward. "Oh, you mean that pretty little virgin? Not yet. Why? Is she asking about me?" He stood and reached into his pocket. "I'm going out for a smoke. I'm not going to continue pandering to your whiny bullshit."
"You better keep your hands off her."
"You better mind your own fucking business." He walked toward the exit, pulling out his phone. "She gave me her number last night. I should text her, see what she's up to. You think she's thinking about me?" He laughed as he left the room, leaving me to fume.I needed to see that phone.
The rest of the day I sat in wait. I watched him from the windows go out to the back of the hotel to smoke. I caught him a few times leaving from the same door. The maze loomedjust ahead of him. While I waited for the sun to go down, I planned.
At dinner, Moth insisted that Laney sit with him. They laughed and whispered to each other. He would say something to her and then grin at me, knowing how much it was getting under my skin. But not for much longer. As I sipped my wine across the table, I wondered if Laney knew it wasn't him under that mask last night, if she'd still be giggling with him tonight.
It should be me she had her hand on. Me that she was texting.I was the one whose face had been buried between her thighs, after all.
She'd tasted so sweet...
After dinner, while everyone discussed their writing over drinks, I explored the hotel, gathering what I'd need for tonight. There wasn’t much I needed. The mask was already in my possession, and I’d found an axe right next to a fire extinguisher on my floor.
Moth's addiction to nicotine and pussy that wasn't his was going to be his utter downfall. Watching the clock, I knew he'd be getting up to smoke soon. Concealing myself in the shadow, I waited for him to go through the doors. What a pleasant surprise to hear him tell everyone goodnight.
"I'm going to go do something artistic. Laney, you've inspired me. I'll text you later, sweetie." He spun around to leave.
Laney? That wasmy namefor her.
He opened the door, and the wind was so loud, he didn't hear me follow him out. The door slammed shut behind him, and he didn't turn. Instead, he quickly lit his cigarette and began walking through the snow toward the maze.
Stretching my shoulders, I pulled the mask from my coat and shoved it over my head. The rubber shielded my face from the harsh weather. Moth peered into the maze as if unsure.Iwasn't going to give him the choice. It wasn't until he finished his cigarette and turned to go back inside that he saw me standing there. He jumped and his eyes went wide.
"Jesus fucking Christ." He looked me up and down, his eyes landing on the axe in my hand. "What is this, some fucked up joke?" He snickered, but when I didn't move, he frowned.
"This isn't funny." He stepped back toward the maze. "I don't have a coat."
Oh, but he didn't need one.
