Chapter 2
II
I trudged down the dark corridor to the front door, curious who had come.
At the door, I felt amazing, like a fresh cucumber.
The cold that had plagued me was gone, as if some kind of magic had filled the air.
Was the fucking neighbors ringing my bell?
Had they really come to apologize? Apologizing at midnight seemed weird, but I trudged to the door anyway.
Automatically, I reached to open the door.
Peeking through the peephole, I saw a tall man with a pumpkin on his head.
Dark red horns jutted out from it, and he held a pot of sweets, my favorite sweets: Reese’s, Snickers, Twix, even Soviet Pinocchio candy bars and chocolate chip waffle bars with ice cream flavor.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Where had he gotten all these?
I hadn’t seen these candies in decades not only the popular bars, but the childhood sweets I’d almost forgotten.
Had a neighbor dug them out of some forbidden stash?
I urgently wanted to find out, but going in pajamas was not an option.
I decided to open the door and ask a stranger.
When I did, it felt like stepping into another dimension.
The entire entrance was filled with pumpkins carved into various faces and emotions, all with dimly glowing red eyes.
Black, white, and orange candles were scattered everywhere, filling the air with the scent of cinnamon and apples.
I closed my eyes for a moment, then let my gaze fall on the stranger.
Massive black platform boots, like a soldier’s.
Tight leather pants that clung to his muscular legs.
A black pot of sweets in his hand. My mouth went dry, saliva gathering from the view not just because of the candy, but because of him.
The leather pants emphasized every contour, the relief of his body clearly visible, and my eyes drifted lower.
His crotch bulged slightly under the leather, everything perfectly in place.
His cock was definitely large and unmistakable, immediately drawing my attention.
I licked my lips involuntarily. Silver locks and chains ran along the sides.
Over this, he wore a black leather jacket with chains and pockets, a black turtleneck pressed against his neck and chest, and on his head, the pumpkin mask that actually had two piercings on the lower lip and one in the brow, extravagant design.
Then my smile and lust fell into place. The pumpkin’s cut-outs glowed red where his eyes should have been, and in that light, he seemed more than human.
I frowned, a little embarrassed, realizing I had been staring at him too long without saying a word. But when I looked back at the pumpkin on his head, from which demonic horns seemed to grow, I blinked. Of course it was probably just part of the costume...
He cleared his throat and spoke in a languid bass voice, "Trick you or tempt you, kitten."
The sound sent goosebumps skittering across my skin.
Between my legs, my body reacted instantly, a heat building where I had never felt it from a voice alone.
His tone was otherworldly, seductive and intoxicating.
My mind clouded with lust and excitement for this stranger whose face was hidden, yet whose body was impossibly beautiful, sinfully perfect, every muscle a work of temptation.
I wished he wasn’t gay. I prayed, silently, for even the smallest chance of being able to do something, anything, with him. Swallowing the nervous saliva that had pooled in my mouth at the sight of him, I finally spoke.
"Not a bad suit, Mr. Pumpkin in black, almost latex skin clinging to every muscle.
Wait a minute..." I glanced back into the apartment.
On the table was a bowl of sweets. Without thinking, I poured all of them into his pot.
The pile was so high that candies tumbled onto the marble floor, which now gleamed black under the warm glow of candles scattered around.
He looked at me, and I couldn’t read him. Was it a grin, a condemnation, or something darker? The pumpkin mask hid everything, leaving only a void behind the cut-outs where his eyes should have been, a red gleam swallowed by shadows.
Then, because I had probably focused too much on his mouth, a long forked tongue with a couple of piercings in it flicked out like a snake. I gasped, eyes wide, and he snorted.
"What the fuck are you doing? Why the fuck you are handling candies to me, for a costume?"
"Excuse me?" I snapped back, crossing my arms over my chest. My nipples hardened from his voice and the slight chill seeping through the entrance.
"I said, trick you or tempt you, kitten."
"Khmmm…" I cleared my throat, a little embarrassed by the way he called me kitten. It was cute and creepy at the same time. "You've got the wrong door. I don't celebrate Halloween."
I was already closing the door when he put his heavy boot between us, holding it open wide so that I could barely reach the handle. A shiver of horror ran through me, mixed with a sharp, undeniable sexual thrill. For some reason, I chuckled, deciding to put the stranger in his place.
"Mr. Pumpkin… ahem, ahem… well, actually, this phrase isn’t pronounced like that on Halloween. Usually, people say ‘trick or treat!’" I said, and noticed how his eyes slid over my body, lingering on my lips.
"What an answer, kitten. I need an answer," he growled, and the sound sent my body into instant reaction. My clit throbbed, a delicious heat spreading through me, and I pressed my lips together and licked them, unable to stop myself.
Was it strange to flirt dangerously with a stranger like this? I didn’t know what to say, because I had never done anything like it.
He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand shot out, gripping my neck. I stumbled back, and he pinned me against the wall, making my legs throb with a mix of fear and excitement.
"This is what you’ve wanted for so long, in your wet dreams, right, baby? I can fulfill them all — every fantasy. Just answer the fucking question."
We were so close that I felt his cock pressing against me through the leather pants.
My thin panties did nothing to hide my arousal too.
I could feel everything, the heat pooling between my legs, and I thought, Fuck…
this kind of man. I want to be dominated, I wanted this sort of a man, that little rude and possessive, dominant man.
Yes, he’s a red flag, but it’s so sexy. I’m melting from him…
what’s behind that beautiful pumpkin on his face?
The pumpkin seemed to grin in response, and I decided to answer his question too.
“Tempt me, Mr. Pumpkin,” I barely whispered, exhaling, my eyes fixed on his glowing red eyes. I wrapped my arms around his waist, burrowing under his warm leather jacket. The moment he let go of my neck, a delicious emptiness spread through me. It was the sexiest thing I had ever felt in my life.
“I’m gonna treat you well then, kitten,” he murmured.
With one effortless motion, he scooped me into his arms. One hand, and I was completely at his mercy. I could feel his strength as he carried me out of the apartment.
“Um… where are we going?” I ventured, trying my luck.
“You’ll see,” he replied, and continued through the dark corridors of the building.
Everything was transformed. Pumpkins lined the hallways, carved with twisted expressions and glowing dimly from within.
The space had become something out of a Halloween movie.
Just hours ago, when I came home from work, there had been no decorations, nothing at the entrance, nothing on my floor.
Everyone had been too absorbed in themselves to bother.
But now… now the colors of orange, red, yellow, and brown danced around me, painting the world in magic and danger.
Am I dreaming? The thought crept up, fleeting and intrusive, but I didn’t care.
I wanted to take every second of this dream, to own it, and more.
I buried my face in Mr. Pumpkin’s chest, inhaling his scent, it was a mix of masculine cologne with a faint whisper of apple and cinnamon that made me ache to taste it.
Passion and lust consumed me, and I felt astonishingly alive, carried by this stranger into wherever he wanted to take me.
Fear had no place here.
Only desire, heat, and the thrill of the unknown.