Chapter 15 #4
“My name is Casper. I am not a friendly fucking ghost.”
Oliver stifled a laugh against my shoulder while KC and I grinned.
“I am the manager at Black Out, and I’m here to oversee this game.
I’m sure you’ve received the rules from our faithful receptionist, Callum, and I would hope, for your sake, that you’ll follow them.
Before our play begins, I have a few final rules.
” He spread his arms and a group of people dressed all in black with violet wristbands stepped forward on either side of him.
“These are ours. We’ll call them referees for the night.
They belong to Black Out and they will be inside the maze to make sure you follow the rules and listen to code words and safe words.
Any disobedience will result in your instant removal. ”
He wasn’t done.
“You will not touch my referees. They are off-limits. They are wearing the purple bands for a reason. If you touch my referees, you will be banned. If they give you an order, you will follow it.” His gaze slid along the group, even though I was sure he couldn’t see us in the dark.
“And you will follow the rules that Callum gave you. Code words and safe words are a promise. I better not see any greens with reds. Understood?”
The group murmured their acceptance.
Steel grinned then, wide and toothy and almost scary. He clapped his hands. “Good, then we’ll begin. The first horn is for prey. You have two minutes before the second horn signals the predators to hunt. Good luck. Fuck well knowing you’re being watched.”
The referees moved immediately, heading straight to the maze and entering. Steel watched them go, and when they’d all disappeared, he held up an air horn and pressed down. The sound pierced through the large room.
Men and women without masks scrambled.
Oliver and KC both kissed me and each other before they were off, which told me their plan was to separate. Poor choice. I smirked. This was going to be so much fun.
My men raced into the maze, Oliver taking the lead, which was both surprising and not. He wasn’t an athlete like KC, but he was fueled by pure adrenaline. KC, however, had been slower since he’d been struggling with cutting his smoothies out. I’d need to broach the topic with him soon.
I clenched my hands with excitement, a jittery feeling spreading through me like poison.
I was high on the idea of hunt, hunt, hunt and it sent me back to the second time I’d met Oliver in the alley behind my shop.
I’d chased him and tackled him and made him cry.
It was beautiful, and I was hungry to catch him.
But I wanted KC, too, because I couldn’t imagine how he’d react to being prey. Would he fight or submit?
My leg bounced in anticipation. As Steel raised the horn, I slid the mask down onto my face. The red glowed around my eyes, but there was something comfortable about being behind the mask.
The horn blared.
I took off, racing into the maze. Inside was a labyrinth of walls and sections filled with different objects that ranged from chaises, padded benches, and so much more.
They were arranged to fuck on, and the sight of them sent a thrill straight down my spine.
Blood filled my cock and it pressed insistently against my jeans zipper, ready to be free.
My fingertips buzzed with electricity. There was a primal urge driving me forward. Every time I turned a corner, I bounced off the wall, my feet thumping against the wooden floor as I ran. I was hungry. Desperate. And so fucking horny.
I came across a man who had the same build as Oliver, but my gut told me it wasn’t my guy. He was too submissive as he stole past me. Despite playing, Oliver’s ferality was delicious.
KC, on the other hand, had me intrigued. Another three corners and I caught sight of broad shoulders that definitely belonged to him. The lights flickered from blues to violets to darkness, amping me up higher in my already ravenous headspace.
I chased.
KC was fast. He knocked people out of the way, turning to look over his shoulder as though he could sense I was following. Good. Let him shake in his boots. He was mine.
My thighs burned and adrenaline seared my veins. Hunger curled low in my stomach and my cock became uncomfortable in my underwear. Hunt became a mantra in my head. When KC took a left, I was right behind him.
He twisted as I tackled. A yell spilled from his lips as we went crashing to the floor, and I grinned wildly.
“Code word,” I purred.
KC bared his teeth and wriggled under me but still managed to spit out, “Kitten.”
“Good boy. Mine is motorcycle.” I raised the mask to lick a stripe up his cheek, and he went pliant beneath me. Perfect submissive prey. “Caught you, Kansas. Now it’s time to find our kitten, and then I’m going to fuck you while he sucks your cock.”
He shuddered and moaned, and it was sweeter than a tattoo gun in my ears, making it sound like goddamned heaven.
I heaved him to his feet and kept my grip tight on his wrist. “Let’s go find our feral kitten.”