Page 30 of House of Horrors

A groan of pleasure escapes his lips, which encourages me to open wider, to take him all.

Jason pulls lightly on the belt, and I gasp around his cock, choking, tears sliding down my face.

“I love the way you cry with my cock in your mouth.”

A faint buzz fills my ears.

“Fuck. Look at you taking me so well.” His voice sounds distant. My eyes roll until I’m not sure where I am anymore. Still, my fingers dig into his jeans. “You’re so perfect, Daisy.” My nostrils flare, struggling to breathe around him, but I know I can take him. I want Jason to break me into pieces. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

“I’m going to come and you’re going to drink every last drop, aren’t you?”

I moan my agreement around his cock as he continues to fuck my mouth.

“What a beautiful cum slut I have.” Jason jerks forward, body shuddering as his arousal shoots into my mouth. My throat flexes while his shaft pulses with his release.

“Fuck!”

Greedily, I gulp down Jason’s orgasm, licking my lips as he pulls out, making sure I do what he says and don’t waste anything.

He removes the belt from around my neck, his fingers lingering on the steady pulse of my heartbeat. I drink in the air, taking a breath, and then another, until everything levels out into a calm steadiness.

He holds my hand, quickly pulling me upward so I stumble into his body. My eyes fly to the mirrors and I’m surprised to see they’ve returned to their normal color, as if I’m no longer under the influence of a hungry, angry demon. Jason’s thumb lifts my chin to meet his serious gaze.

“Don't ever shove me like that again.”

With a hard gulp, I nod. Now that my head has cleared, I’m ashamed of the anger and force I used on Jason.

I don’t know what came over me.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

His thumb traces the edge of my lips before he leans down, his tongue flicking out to lick my cheek. Jason’s signature smirk appears on his face. “You missed a drop.”

As I tuck my breasts back into my dress, a wet, gurgling sound echoes from the end of the hallway, drawing my gaze past Jason.

There, a blight stands motionless, hands raised, white bone peeking through torn flesh. Its mouth stretches open, spilling black fluid that splatters across the floor while it tries to form words.

My mouth twists, head tilted as I study the monster. There’s something familiar about the blight, though I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Is it trying to speak?” I ask, watching its jaw swing open and shut.

Jason shakes his head, turning to face the blight as he stands beside me. “It’s a trap, trying to make us lower our guard. A terrible trap.” He cups his hands around his mouth, then bellows at the monster. “We’re smarter than that, dumbass. Nice try!”

A chainsaw erupts without warning, its snarl sending my heart into overdrive, electrifying my senses and snapping my eyes open in alarm. “Do you hear that?”

I spin, desperate to pinpoint the source, but all I find are our reflections, and the blight endlessly multiplied in the mirrors, each one twisting my sense of direction and leaving me unsure where the horrors might emerge.

“A chainsaw?” My voice comes out shaky. We’re no match for a fucking chainsaw. And why don’t I have one?

“Shit.” Jason turns to me, his hands gripping my shoulders, shaking the fear from my body. “You need to find a weapon while I take on this blight.”

A weapon, my mind repeats. I need a weapon. If I found something, we might stand a chance against a monster wielding a chainsaw. Like a flamethrower, or a shotgun. Even a lawn mower would be better than nothing.

“I’ll be back. I’ll find something.” Panic twists my words into something frantic. The thought of leaving Jason alone is terrifying, but what’s scarier is the thought of the blights succeeding in infecting everyone and taking over Grimwood.

We have to stop them. God, we shouldn’t have gotten so distracted. It was worth it to be thoroughly fucked, but now we’re paying the price for it.

“Jason, I’ll be back. Don’t die or I’ll kill you.”