Harshal
“Boo!”
I freeze on the verge of punching Fritzi who has on a bloody Halloween mask with a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire.
“Ooh, you’re a fighter.” Fritzi says.
He takes the mask off and gets closer to me, raising his sleeve, baring his skin to me.
“Hit me.” he says.
“What?” I ask.
“Hit me, show me how hard you can hit.” He says.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Come on, hit me, hit me!”
“I’ll gladly do it.” Wraith says, walking up behind me.
“Oh fuck no, you knock motherfuckers out with just one hit.” Fritzi says, letting his sleeve drop.
“And you don’t?” Wraith asks.
“Yeah, but I know the difference between play punching and fucking someone up, you don’t.”
I look down at Wraiths hand and see he has Halloween makeup in his hand.
“What’s this for?” I ask, pointing at the makeup.
“My costume.” He replies.
“And what are you going to be? My Dark Angel?”
He snarls at me and grabs my throat, his face mere inches from mine.
I expect him to speak but instead he lowers his head and buries his face in the crook of my neck.
He bites my neck, hard before soothing the pain with his wet, warm tongue.
I bite my lip, my eyes fluttering closed as I try to stifle my moan.
“Hey, hey, I’m still here and we’re in a very public space!” Fritzi states.
His voice brings me back to reality and I try to pull back from Wraith but he tightens his grip on my throat.
“Say I’m yours again.” He says, his voice deep, low, and husky.
Fuck it’s sexy!
“No.” I taunt.
“Yes.”
I shake my head... well as much as I can. “No.”
His fingers dig into the flesh of my neck and goosebumps appear on my skin, pebbling my nipples.
“Say it or I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you for disobeying me.” He growls.
“Oh, fuck this, if I wanted to watch porn I’d just pull out my phone and watch it online, not in person.” Fritzi says.
I hear his footsteps retreat, leaving me alone in the aisle with Wraith.
“You’ll spank me?” I ask.
He doesn’t move or even grunt, he just stares at me like I didn’t say anything.
“I don’t think you will.” I say. “You can’t we’re in public.”
“No?” He questions.
All of a sudden his hand leaves my throat and the ground is not where’s it’s supposed to be—underneath my feet—and my face is met with Wraith’s back. He’s picked me up over his shoulder effortlessly! Muscular bastard!
“Where are you taking me?” I ask.
I’d fight him but I know it’d be useless.
It’ll probably just tickle him if anything.
Finally, he sits down on a bench and my eyes widen.
He can’t be serious, can he? I go to take a step back but I’m too slow and he catches me.
Using his grip on me he brings me to him, trips me, and lays me down in his lap.
Reaching for his belt he unhooks it and looks around.
“I’ll give you one last chance.” He warns.
“No, this is ridiculous.” I shake my head.
I’m trying to act like I don’t like this but deep down, I want him to spank me, want him to punish me for not claiming him as mine. Truth be told he is mine, my man, my Dark Angel. My thoughts are interrupted when I feel the belt make contact with my ass. I moan, wiggling my ass in his face.
“Again.” I breathe.
He spanks me again I bite my lip.
“Again, Dark Angel.” I say.
He wants me to claim him as mine he has to earn it.
“No, you’re enjoying this.” He says.
“You want me to claim you as mine do as your told and you’ll get your reward.” I state.
He’s silent for a moment before he continues to spank me with is belt.
Pow!
Pow!
Pow!
I feel his dick harden underneath my stomach and it’s surprisingly a turn on for me. And I now I want him. Raising up I straddle his lap, looking him dead in the eye.
“You want to be mine?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah.” He replies.
I then crash my lips to his. His head falls back onto the wall behind him, and he moans into my mouth. He smacks my ass with an open palm before kneading it. His strong, possessive grip on me hurts in just the right way.
“I’m all yours as long as you’re all mine.” He says.
“And what happens if I’m not yours?” I ask.
He chuckles against my lips. “I’m sorry there’s no way in fuck I’m letting you go, you’re stuck with me, baby boy.”
I giggle. “My Dark Angel.”
He growls before attacking my lips again. “Mine.”
His tongue invades my mouth, dominating the kiss.
Lightly closing my mouth around his tongue I suck on it.
He hums in surprise before lightly biting my tongue in return.
The animatronic behind me roars to life.
A grim reaper cackling and with a knife made to look like it’s floating in its hand, ready to stab anything in its path.
The eyes glow a vibrant neon red, its jaw working to keep up with the cackling.
I smirk at it as Wraith chuckles before bringing my lips back to his, his hands continuing to knead my ass.
“Hey lover boys, we came here to shop for our Halloween Party, not for you guys to satisfy your public kink.” Frani says, walking towards us.
Wraith groans.
“Now all I want to do it take you to bed until tomorrow.” He says.
I smile against his lips.
“So does this mean you’re my boyfriend?” I ask.
He scoffs.
“Who do you take me for, I don’t do boyfriends.” He says.
My heart sinks at that comment and I go to slide out of his lap but he holds me.
“But you are mine, anyone else touches what’s mine will no longer have fingers to touch anything else in this world again.” He growls, looking me dead in the eyes.
My heart begins to thunder behind my ribcage and my brain is fighting itself, trying to decide if what he just said is hot or crazy.
But then again I can get hot for my Dark Angel at any time these days, regardless of how crazy he can seem and or get.
Frani snaps her fingers, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Hello, let’s finish shopping.” She says. “And I think I know where the location of the party will be, I just need your thoughts on it.”
Wraith clears his throat, rolling his eyes, letting me slide off his lap.
Walking through the store I see a couple of spooky things that either spark my attention or creep me out and not in a good way.
Some of the stuff I’ve seen made me genuinely question if the person who thought that item in okay.
I saw a table ornament of an eyeball with a knife plunged into it with a smile on its face like it’s just a bright, shiny day.
I saw a miniature statue of a woman stabbing a man in his ass with one knife while she slit another woman’s throat with the other knife.
“Okay!” Frani giggles as she hops in front of us. “My vision for this party is to have it lake themed.”
“Lake themed?” Wraith asks.
She nods. “We’ll have it at Lake Noylan.”
Fritzi gasps as his face lights up.
“That one haunted lake that’s illegal to be at?” he asks.
Frani nods with a grin on her face.
“Haunted?” I ask.
Fritzi nods.
“Oh yeah, apparently in the olden days there was this psychopathic woman who leered pathetic, weak-minded, horny men to have sex with her. She fucked them at Lake Noylan before killing them.” He explains. “She sometimes killed them then fucked their corpse.”
I grimace at the thought of having sex with a dead body. Who the fuck does that?
“If only I was born back then to witness it, I’d love to have sex with that woman.” Fritzi adds.
My jaw falls open as I watch him smile happily.
“Ugh, something is seriously wrong with you.” Frani scoffs.
“Tell me about it.” Wraith says. “It makes me wonder if his mother drank while she was impregnated with the fucker.”
“Fuck you both!” Fritzi says “I know you love me, insane or not.”
Wraith scoffs, while picking up a plastic skull covered in bloodred diamonds, or what I’m thinking is supposed to be bloodred diamonds.
“Uh-huh.” He hums.
Fritzi smacks his lips and waves Wraith off before turning his attention back to me.
“Anyway, word around town is her spirit still lurks around that lake and in nineteen ten over fifty people went missing when visiting the lake.” He continues.
My eyes dart to Frani.
“And you want to have the Halloween party there?” I ask. “We could go missing!”
“Shh-shh-shh.” She places a finger diagonally across her lips. “Don’t speak too loudly, it is illegal to go there and talking about it public is risqué.”
I look around and see a young couple around our age looking at an animatronic.
“Seriously?” I whisper.
“What, it’ll be fun... just don’t die.” She smiles.
“Like that’s supposed to make me feel any better.” I argue.
“I’m down.” Wraith says.
My head snaps to him and he looks at me.
“Don’t worry Grey Eyes, I’ll be there to protect you.” He says.
“How can you protect me from paranormal activity?” I ask.
“We don’t even know if that fucking legend is true or not.” He says. “It sounds like a fucking story horny teenagers tell each other at Halloween sleepovers. Besides if it is true...”
He shrugs before continuing,
“I have my ways.”
I can’t believe this shit! I really can’t.
“And I’m changing my costume, so I’ll be right back.” Wraith says.
He looks at me.
“Coming?”
I nod and follow him down an aisle to retrieve all the stuff he needs for his Halloween costume.
He’s decided that he wants to be a Serial Killer Clown so we walk down the makeup aisle and look at all the clown makeup they have.
There are so many choices to choose from for clown makeup as we walk down the makeup aisle.
My eyes scan them all and I imagine what Wraith would look like with clown makeup on.
“What about this one?” I ask, picking up a makeup palette with multiple shades of red, white, and black.
He looks at the palette.
“I think with the different shades of red you can play around with it and make your makeup... I don’t know, stained with blood from all the victims you’ve killed.”
He looks at me with a smile on his face. I smile back at him.
“What?” I ask.