Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Elton
Where the hell is everyone?
As I walk into the club, I notice that there are literally zero lights on.
I thought by now the opening crew would be here.
I check my watch again and see that I’m not early.
I panic a bit because the club should be opening any minute now, and I worked too hard on the Haunted Halloween Bash to have it go up in a cloud of smoke.
“Hello?” I ask, my voice echoing through the empty building. The club is actually pretty creepy when it’s like this. The Halloween decorations are up, so all the spooky scarecrows with their red lights illuminate the dark space. It’s like they’re watching every move I make.
It’s cold too. The club always is when it’s not packed to the brim with people, and it’s making goosebumps pepper my exposed arms. I came as Creature from Rocky Horror Picture Show, so my skimpy little golden speedo does nothing to warm me. I feel so exposed. So… raw.
My breath hitches when I hear quick footsteps behind me. I fumble for my phone so I can turn a flashlight on, but I find nothing there.
“Um, what’s going on?” I ask to no one. “If this is prank, I’m not vibing with it.”
No response.
“Or, is this like a hazing thing? Do we haze in this family?”
Nothing.
I’m spooked when a deep chuckle comes from the depths of the darkness. My breath hitches and my fingers shake as panic starts to set in. “I want to let whoever the fuck is out there know that I have pepper spray and I’m not afraid to use it!”
Oh, I’m most definitely afraid to use it, but they don’t need to know that.
“Eltooooon.”
“Motherfucker!” I shout as I spin in a circle. “A ghost? How do you know my name?”
“Eltooooon Hill…”
“Oh God,” I groan, clutching at my chest. “Not the full name!”
As if on cue, the ghostly chuckle continues, growing louder and louder the more I freak out.
Then, the sound of thunder strikes through the building.
It was literally sunny five minutes ago.
But there it is, thundering roars coming from the skies.
I jump when a flash of red lightning illuminates the bar, and I see them.
Yes. Fucking them.
All masked figures wearing deep black cloaks. Their masks are those creepy Purge ones that you see in movies. A stitch face that glows neon, a creepy image that makes my stomach churn.
“Elton,” the one with the green mask commands, pointing right behind me. “Run.”
Oh, yeah, I don’t fucking hesitate. I bolt towards the front door but, when I tug on it, I find it locked.
I squeal when footsteps pound behind me, multiple footsteps, all walking with a purpose.
I try to tug, I try to push, I try to slam my entire body against the door, which only ends with me getting a massive muscle pain on my shoulder.
Then I feel it.
Ghostly breaths against the back of my neck. The tingling in my spine. A hushed whisper right at my ear.
“Think you can outrun me, sweetheart?”
The panic fades immediately because I recognize that voice. It’s Knox. What he’s doing… I have no fucking clue, but the fact that I won’t be murdered at my place of work is enough for me to let out a deep solid breath. “Damn, baby. Why would you—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence or turn around when Knox slams me against the front door. One hand is braced on my ass, groping me, while the other is plastered against my cheek and smushing me against the metal. “Shut the fuck up. Did I say you could speak?”
I’m shocked. Knox has a nasty side but he never uses that with me. But, also, I know the difference between pissed-of-Knox and teasing-Knox. It’s the same thing I see in our bedroom when he gets all Dom Daddy with me.
I stutter for a response, however, because I hate the fact that my stomach starts tingling. “What are you doing?”
“You think I wouldn’t find out about your little secret, you whore?” he hisses in my ear. Rearing his hand back, he slaps my ass through the thin speedos, and I feel every inch of it. “We’re going to play a game, Elton.”
“A game?”
“If you can make it out of here alive without me catching you, there will be no consequences. But…” He bites down harshly on my ear, so hard I whimper, both from pleasure and pain. “Let me catch you? I’m going to ruin that tight little hole. Breed that asshole. And fucking wreck you.”
Lord, please give me strength.
“Please ruin my tight little hole,” I whine as I rub my ass against his crotch. “Jesus, this is hot.”
“Do we actually have to listen to this shit?”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I register Rhys’s voice, but I’m too trapped in this roleplay to care. I keep pushing against Knox’s hardening cock, hoping he’ll just stick it in already, audience be damned.
But I know he won’t.
He wants the game. He wants the chase. He wants my fear.
Not because he craves it, but because he loves me.
Somehow, he found out about my less than traditional porn and is making that fantasy come true.
Now that the opportunity is presented to me, I can admit I’m a little nervous, but not dumb enough to turn it down.
I mean, it’s Knox.
“I love you,” I whisper, my breath already coming out in short pants as I prepare myself for the whirlwind I’ve gotten into.
He chuckles darkly against my ear but places the most tender kiss on the back of my neck. “And I love you too, sweetheart.” He squeezes my ass one last time before stepping back. “Now, run.”