Page 7 of Scaredy Cat

Stacey

I wanted to back away, to put space between us, but something held me there, a weird feeling that I couldn't explain. "What do you mean?"

His eyes burned into mine, and he reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek. "You're different, like me. You feel it, don't you?"

I nodded even though I didn't know what 'different' actually meant.

"Let me show you," he whispered, his lips inches from mine. "Let me show you what we can do together."

His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I couldn't resist him any longer. My hands found his shoulders, and I returned the kiss with everything in me. I felt his smile against my lips, a hint of triumph, and it only fueled how badly I wanted this man before me.

Zach's mouth trailed down my neck and I arched against him, my breath coming in sharp gasps as his lips and tongue left a trail of pure heat on my skin. His hands slid down my body, cupping my thighs, lifting my core against the bulge in his pants as he pressed me into the tree.

I tried to break away, my head falling back as I gasped for air. "Wait— no —" But my words were cut off by his mouth on mine again, fierce and demanding.

Then suddenly, he tore away the fishnet stockings at my crotch, his fingers skillful and quick. I heard a sharp intake of breath as he realized I wasn't wearing anything underneath. His eyes met mine, dark and hungry but still glowing this unnatural green, and he smirked.

" Bad kitty ."

Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees before me, his eyes never leaving mine.

His long fingers curled around my knees, drawing me closer, and my heart hammered in my chest. I could feel his breath on my skin, and tried to push on his shoulders.

"Don't be afraid," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I just like to play with my food before I eat it."

I stared down at him as my cunt throbbed with a need I had never felt before.

Not once, with all the guys I had been with.

I wanted to trust the intensity in his eyes, but I held back, unsure of what to expect from him next.

His thumbs stroked my skin, sending goosebumps up my legs as he slowly slid my skirt higher.

God, that felt good .

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan.

Then his fingers found my wet slit, and he parted me as he watched my reaction. I knew I was way too wet for a woman who should be fearing for her life, and he was figuring that out now as he soaked his fingers with my slick.

His thumb swirled a few lazy circles around my clit and I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, I didn't want him to stop.

Zach's mouth found my inner thigh as he lifted a leg over his shoulder, and he kissed the sensitive skin, his teeth nipping at the skin there. "So beautiful," he murmured, his lips moving higher. "So perfect."

My hands found his shoulders, my fingers clutching at him as if he wasn't some stranger who had impersonated my boyfriend and hunted me through the woods.

"Do you know why you haven't been able to cum, little kitty?" he asked as he continued to trail his rough fingertips through my folds.

My brows furrowed and I pushed at his shoulders as I tried to get him to look up at me. "How do you know that?"

The grin that stretched across his full lips was a slow one.

"I know a lot more than that," he said, and pinched my clit hard. I moaned out a curse as he rolled my clit gently between two fingers. "Like how you keep holding back those powers of yours. Sex is tied to power and you've had it in spades all this time."

And then his mouth was where I secretly craved it, and I arched against him, a strangled cry escaping my throat.

He devoured me with a tongue so hungry that it was like being worshiped and tortured at the same time.

My legs trembled but he held me up against the tree as he lavished my pussy with the most ravenous affection.

I couldn't think , couldn't breathe—I existed only in that moment, lost in the feeling of how his mouth closed around the sensitive bundle of nerves only to suck it into his mouth and roll his tongue over it.

Every touch, every kiss, every flick of his tongue pushed me closer to the edge.

I was teetering on the edge of what could only be an orgasm and I whispered his name like a prayer.

"That's it," he whispered against my heated flesh. "Let it go, witch. Let yourself feel that energy builds inside you and release it."

"I- I don't know how," I sobbed as I bucked my hips against his face, desperate for more of his mouth on me. I felt like I was about to leave my body and I was terrified. Even more scared than when I was running from him in the woods.

His response was to thrust two fingers into me, claiming me, owning me, and I yelped as they hit a spot I hadn't known existed.

"Just focus. Imagine your body being full of a million tiny butterflies that want to break free.

Let them out of that little cage and," he paused as he sucked on my clit in tandem with his thrusting fingers before continuing, "Set. Them. Free."

I did as he commanded–not in the position to do anything but listen to this man that was literally about to do what no man or even myself had been able to.

Gasping, I envisioned the release he asked of me, and it was like something inside me snapped.

I felt it in the blood that screamed in my veins, in the pit of my chest, on my skin…

My skin …

It was… glowing?

There was a fine mist that seemed to be coming off my body and he grinned up at me from between my legs before winking at me. "That's my girl."

I swayed where I stood and he dove back between my legs on a mission.

I cried out as I felt his tongue push against my entrance and then somehow make its way inside me.

It was so far inside I swear it was licking that spot he had found with his fingers moments before.

I grinded against his face by pulling onto the hood of his sweatshirt for leverage and begged him to stop.

I surely wouldn't survive what was coming next.

But he didn't stop. He continued to push further in and pleasure me, drawing out the sensations until I was mindless, boneless, my body his to command.

It was too much, too overwhelming, and I tried to push him away, my hands against his shoulders. "Please—I can't—" His tongue twisted inside me and made my breath catch. I cried out, my body arching into him.

I can't.

I can't

I can't.

And then…

I did. I shattered, crying out his name, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. Darkness blurred at the edges of my vision, and I felt myself falling backward against the tree, defeated and weak as I stared down at him. I was sobbing and the purple light around me pulsed like it was alive.

"Yes," Zach whispered, and I swear I saw an elongated forked tongue make its way back inside his mouth as his hot breath fanned the wetness between my thighs. Impossible. My mind must have broken. "Give it all to me, Stacey. Let me drink every drop of power from this pussy."

I continued to cry, so shaken from achieving what I'd come to think was impossible. I started to slide down the tree, the bark tearing deeper into my sweater, but he caught me, holding me against him.

"You did so good, little witch," he murmured, his lips brushing my neck. "So damn good."

I sagged against him, and didn't care if I was in the arms of a stranger.

It felt like I'd died already.

"Let's get this finished," he said, his voice gentle.

I didn't want to move, didn't want to break the spell that enveloped us.

But I felt dazed, like I'd stepped out of a dream, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was real.

All of my energy was gone and the purple haze had dwindled to almost nothing.

I wanted to ask what happened, where that had come from.

But I had never felt so exhausted in my life.

I barely registered the flicker of movement as he pulled the mask back over his face, the fabric shadowing his features. It felt surreal, the way my body fit in his arms, cozy and trusting.

8:25 P.M. Halloween

Far from the chase that had led us here.

I wanted to fight against the dizziness that threatened to swallow me whole, but my limbs felt like lead.

“Zach,” I murmured, but the name slipped through my lips like the colored smoke, lost in the haze.

He lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against him. “Come on, kitten,” he whispered, and I was vaguely aware of him carrying me out of the woods.

Suddenly, I found myself in the passenger seat of a sleek, black car. The leather was cool against my skin, and I shivered as reality settled back in, pulling at the frayed edges of what sanity still hung in my mind. I tried to sit up, to protest, but it was like I was drugged.

“Zach, I don’t want to die,” I managed to say, my voice slurring together like a bad dream. Panic clawed at my throat, and I strained against the seat belt that he’d just fastened that held me in place.

He crouched beside me in the space where the car door was still open, his masked face slipping out of focus. “I’m not here to kill you,” he said, his voice steady and calm. “I promise.”

I squinted at him as I tried to stay conscious. “Then what do you want?”

“Your soul,” he murmured, and those were the last words I heard before everything went black.