Page 7 of Haunted Games

Galen

When Abby arrived at the haunted house on Saturday night, I was ready for her.

I figured she’d be here around the same time she had the previous two weekends, and I made sure to schedule my break for that window.

So instead of creeping around the Seven Deadly Sins room, waving a fake knife at people while I waited for her, I took some time to set up my workspace.

Carl, the clown working the door, had his instructions.

The anticipation had made my dick rock-hard in my pants. I’d needed to do some creative maneuvering in these tight-as-fuck jeans to keep from announcing my erection to everyone in the haunted house and earning my employer a lawsuit.

At five minutes past ten, my phone buzzed in the pocket of the hooded jacket Josh had instructed me to rip all to shit before my first night here.

CARL THE CLOWN

What an idiot.

But that was my cue.

After sliding my mask back into place and flipping my hood up over my hair, I opened the door and ducked underneath the hazard tape I’d put up to keep the patrons out of this particular room.

I darted through the shadows, wishing running shoes had gone with this whole getup instead of the heavy combat boots.

I waded through the crowd currently taking in the Shower of Slaughter, and then… there she was.

My Abigail, standing just inside the entrance, her spine straight, a determined look on her gorgeous face. She wore the same little skirt that’d torched every faculty I possessed last time, a loose dark T-shirt, and her trusty running shoes.

And her hair was down. She’d styled it in loose waves that fell just below her collarbone.

As if my dick could get any harder.

Not only was I so hard, I could pound nails, but a warm feeling bloomed in my chest at seeing her back in battle mode with genuine excitement in her eyes.

She’d been a little spaced-out at work this past week, but I credited myself, the masked man, for fucking her so hard and so thoroughly last Saturday that it’d made her all floaty and boneless for days afterward.

But after her shitty ex had accosted her for the second time in as many weeks? The wind was gone from her sails. She’d gotten her work done, but she was quiet and closed off. I gave her the space I thought she needed, confident I’d see her at the haunted house once more.

And now she would need to let go in the arms of her monster.

Abby blew out a breath and readied herself to run.

She never got the chance.

In a blink, I was on her. I tossed her over my shoulder and carted her off to my lair.

“Oh my God!” she cried, grasping at the fabric of my hoodie. “What are you doing?”

I slapped her ass hard, and she yelped. I smoothed the sting by running my hand up under her skirt and over her panties, which I planned to add to my collection before the night was over.

When we reached the hazard tape, I set her back on her feet.

“Where are we?” she asked.

I opened the door and directed her to step through the tape. She eyed me with a deep suspicion so familiar, it made my chest ache, and then she ducked under the tape and into the room.

I followed, slammed the door behind me, and locked it.

“Oh, wow, okay,” she said, spinning slowly to take in her surroundings. The creepy red glow of the room gave her the look of a she-demon here to devour me whole. It was so fucking hot. “What happened in here? Did something break?”

We were in the Cult Sacrifice room. The design team had spray-painted an elaborate pentagram on the floor and all kinds of weird shit on the walls.

Fake candles marked each point of the pentagram and were supposed to flash in a pre-programmed pattern.

A nearby sturdy table usually held cult paraphernalia, but I’d cleared it off.

Dummies in hooded robes lined the walls, and normally there would be a half-naked actor covered in fake blood screaming from the center of the pentagram.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice gravel behind the mask’s voice distorter. “The mechanism that flashes the bulbs and plays the chanting quit. They shut this room down for repairs. Lucky for me.”

I prowled slowly toward her. She ran her gaze down my exposed torso, smeared as usual with dark gray paint, and she lingered on the spot where my abs dipped into the waistband of my jeans.

I closed in and took her hips in my hands, backing her up until her ass hit the table. At my continued urging and with a little hop, she perched that tight ass on the table’s surface.

I growled my approval as I stepped between her open legs. Her skirt had ridden up the creases of her thighs, her long, sleek legs dangling on either side of my hips. “I like this.”

“Me too,” she said softly.

I took one last hit of those big green eyes, hooded and searing hot, and then I said, “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

She complied without protest. I pulled the long strip of silk I’d painstakingly curated for this moment from the pocket of my hoodie, and I tied it gently around her eyes. She gasped as the smooth, cool fabric hit her skin.

“No peeking,” I ordered.

She nodded and sank her teeth into her lower lip. I almost came in my jeans.

I flipped my mask up to rest on the top of my head and then cradled her face gently in my hands. With a fortifying breath, I finally did what I’d been dying to do since that first haunted night.

Or really, since the first time she scowled at me from across a lecture hall when I edged her out of the top grade in the class.

I kissed her.

A tiny gasp of surprise escaped her, and then she moaned against my lips.

Fuck yes.

I took my time, savoring this moment. I explored her mouth. I stroked her tongue with mine. She was tentative at first, but then a switch flipped. She gave everything back to me, consuming me with the same hunger I had for her.

I could’ve stood there, slotted between her legs, my aching dick pressed to her warm center, and made out with her for hours. But I only had so much time on my break, and there was so much more I planned to do to her.

With a sigh, I pulled away from her lips. She whimpered, but it turned into a happy sigh as I skated my lips down her collarbone and ran my fingertips along her ribcage.

“Oh,” she moaned when I unhooked her bra under her shirt. “Yes.”

Salivating, I shoved her shirt up and went after those perky tits with my hands and mouth.

In a perfect world, I’d have spent all night with these pretty pink nipples in my mouth, especially after I’d been tortured by them peeking through her sheer blouse earlier this week as we sat in a cold fucking conference room with our clients.

After I was satisfied with my work, I continued lower, kissing down her taut stomach. With a growl, I reached under her skirt and dug my fingers into the fabric of her panties and ripped them down her legs. My knees hit the ground, and I attacked my prize.

“Yes,” she hissed as I licked up her exquisite pussy. “Oh my God, yes.”

Another place I wanted to spend all night, luxuriating between her thighs, listening to her little mewls and moans.

But the clock was ticking.

I wrapped my lips around her clit and drove two fingers into her. She cried out, but I didn’t relent, hammering into her and sucking hard on that bundle of nerves until she screamed and clenched down on my fingers and gushed all over my face.

I groaned against her slick skin. This was heaven.

After a few more lazy laps of my tongue, I sat back on my heels, giving her a moment to recover.

Her chest rose and fell like she’d just sprinted the length of a soccer field. She reached for me, groping, as she was still hobbled by the darkness of her blindfold.

I grabbed her hand and got to my feet, and then I slid my mask back down over my face to disguise my voice. “Good?” I asked.

“So good,” she said, still breathless. She traced a hand down my stomach and over my jeans, feeling for my fly. “Let me. Please.”

“You want my cock, sweetheart?”

She licked her lips. Jesus Christ. “Yes. I want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel.”

This was the road to hell. I knew it, accepted it, and discarded it.

My rational brain hadn’t been manning the ship since the second I found Abby stranded alone in one of the house’s macabre attractions, and if there was ever a moment for me to gather the will to make a course correction, this was not going to be it.

I tore the blindfold from her face and yanked her off the table by her hips. Her feet hit the ground, and I took a step back to give her some room.

I directed her to kneel at my feet. She went slowly to her knees, her gaze glued to where I was unzipping my fly. My dick sprang free, heavy and aching in my hand.

“Open wide,” I rumbled.

She did, and I slid my cock into her warm, waiting mouth.

She moaned and wrapped her soft hand around the base of my dick.

“Give me those pretty eyes, sweetheart,” I commanded.

Gorgeous green eyes met mine, glazed with the same lust that was burning me from the inside out. I pumped my hips in shallow thrusts, and she moaned again.

“You want me to fuck your face, baby?”

She managed a nod.

Of course she did. I was her masked man, her monster, and I was supposed to take what I wanted from her.

With a snarl, I wrapped her hair around my fist and gripped it roughly.

I let her keep her hand on the base of my cock, but that was all the control she was going to get.

I thrust into her mouth, wishing I could inform her that this was what she deserved for all the sniping and insults and backtalk she’d been so fucking full of all these years.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Her grip was harsh on my dick, always challenging me, but somehow her eyes became even more glazed and hooded the more I gave her.

I took myself right to the edge where pleasure met pain, and then I ripped my dick away from her.

“Up,” I growled, yanking her to her feet.

She blinked at me and scrunched her adorable nose in confusion. “What—”

I tossed her onto the table. The condom burning a hole in my pocket appeared in my hand, and I had it on my dick in half a second.

I gave her no time to adjust to her new position lying on her back on the hard wooden surface before I plunged inside her.

She cried out and wrapped her long legs around my hips, urging me on.

Fuck, she was so warm and wet and tight.

I gave it to her hard and fast, my thrusts brutal, no mercy given.

She wouldn’t want it any other way.

She stared up at me, mouth open in a little “o,” awed gaze pinned to my mask as I towered over her. I wrapped my hand around her throat and gave her a gentle squeeze. She seemed to like it.

I sure as fuck did.

“Oh shit,” she whispered. “Oh my God.”

“Yes,” I hissed. “Come on, sweetheart.”

With my free hand, I pushed down on her lower belly and dipped my thumb to stroke her clit. She screamed, her pussy rippling around my cock.

“Fuck,” I bellowed as my release blazed down my spine and into my balls. I came so fucking hard, my vision whited out, the room disappearing before flashing back to life in a sea of red satanic nonsense.

I braced myself over Abby, sucking in deep breaths behind my mask as I watched her come down. She lay boneless on the table, a soft smile on her face. She reached for my hand that was propped next to her head, and she squeezed my wrist.

“Thank you,” she said. “You always know exactly what I need.”

Her face was inches from my mask. I ached to throw it off and kiss her.

“You’re always perfect,” I told her. “Best part of my night.”

And my days, Monday through Friday.

She laughed. “I should hope so.”

We cleaned up and fixed our clothes. I held her hand and led her outside like I always did, keeping watch as she made her way back to her car.

My high deflated more and more with every step she took.

Halloween was next Saturday. We only had one more night.

And then what the hell was I supposed to do?