Chapter 16 Pip
SIXTEEN
PIP
“Have you two been waiting long?”
The voice comes from behind us—two guys who’ve been standing in line for just as long as we have.
Viv’s nails sink into my wrist before I can answer. She flashes them with a sweet, almost predatory smile. “Not long!” she coos, batting her lashes.
Liar.
We’ve been waiting forever.
But judging by the state of the last guy who walked out—wide-eyed, breathless, and carrying a suspicious wet patch on his pants—maybe the wait is worth it.
Massively arousing or scary as fuck? The jury is still out.
The line moves forward a bit more until we are next. As the guys continue making small talk with a bit of flirting thrown in for good measure, my phone vibrates in my clutch.
Unknown:
I don’t share, Pipsqueak…
Oh my God… he’s here! Somewhere. But there are hundreds of masked people within the vicinity of me. I type a response to tease, see if I can make him move.
Me:
That’s a shame.
You might make some friends if you come say hi?
Unknown:
Don’t test me.
Good girls get rewarded, remember?
Me:
And bad girls get what?
The gatekeeper approaches, their face concealed beneath a plague doctor mask.
“One group at a time, start to finish,” he intones. His voice is low, eerie—probably practiced to perfection for nights like this.
He unlatches the rope. “Two paths. Left takes you through the yard—you’ll be chased by phantoms. Right? A maze of mind games.”
His gaze flicks between us. “Choose your poison wisely.”
Viv doesn’t hesitate. “Phantoms.”
I smirk. “Maze.”
She quirks a brow. “Race you?”
“You’re on.”
We both enter, and within seconds, I can hear her squealing as the first of the phantoms begins their pursuit. I turn into an old parlor, its walls packed floor-to-ceiling with eerie porcelain dolls and cobwebs.
The air is thick with cold, and a single strobe light flickers from the far corner, casting disjointed shadows that make the room feel even more unsettling. I move cautiously, scanning the dim space—when suddenly, a goblin-like creature launches out of an old piano.
I damn near jumped out of my skin…
Heart pounding, I bolt toward the stairs just as spiders drop from the ceiling in thick strands of webbing. They look disturbingly real, and a shudder crawls down my spine at the thought of them skittering across my skin. I spin toward another room, reaching for the door—locked.
A ghoulish vampire screams at me, descending from the far corner of the ceiling before retracting and scampering away giving the illusion of a contorted appearance defying gravity.
I clutch at my chest, stepping back; Viv’s screams penetrate through the other side of the wall. I know it’s a fake chase, but it’s unnerving, to say the least! Hearing something and seeing it for context are two different things entirely—my fight or flight wars with each other.
I back into something warm and hard, jolting me from my thoughts as two arms wrap around me, pinning me face-first against a wall with force and pressing their chest against me.
“What the fuck?” I demand, trying to free myself from their hold.
“Shhh.” The figure says in my ear, and the penny drops.
Of all the scary shadows, ghosts, and ghouls in this house, this one is mine. My own personal shadow. He moves his hand to grasp my neck, holding me in place while kicking my legs apart.
“No. Not here!” I plead. He runs a hand down my back.
“Shhh,” he hushes, silencing me again. He hikes my dress up and feels between my legs, letting out a satisfied huff when he finds the toy he left for me in place. He presses the activation button on it and withdraws his hand.
Spinning me around to face him, he lifts me.
My back balanced against the wall, and my legs wrapped around him.
Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he cocks his head to the side and hits a setting on his phone.
I gasp, sucking in a sharp breath of air as the toy comes to life.
It warms up, vibrating inside me. Pleasure shoots through me.
He hits a button again, stopping it. I blow out a breath of relief.
His head tips back a little as his shoulders move with a silent laugh.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” I accused.
He nods his head. He grips my waist harder, holding me firm against him, and widens his stance. He taps a button again, and the erect silicon cock inside me hits my sensitive spot, making my eyes roll back.
“Oh fuck!” I yelp. I squeeze his arm, and again he stops the device.
He grasps my throat right before he fires the device back up.
My hips buck against him as his hand snakes around my neck, tilting it to look at him as he teases the pleasure out of me.
He hits another setting, turning the clit stimulation on, and I pant through tightly closed lips, trying to contain my moans.
He stops and starts it several times, teasing me.
Finally, he hits another button.
A strangled cry breaks free from my lips as the vibration pulses against my most sensitive, untouched place.
My body jerks, hips rolling instinctively. But he’s already there—steady hands gripping my waist, guiding me.
I feel him beneath me. Hard. Thick. The unforgiving ridge of his cock pressed against my soaked panties through the rough denim of his jeans.
My breath catches.
I’m completely at his mercy.
The pressure builds. The sensation blurs between too much and not enough. The vibrations pulse harder, deeper, relentless against me.
He forces my rhythm. Slow at first—agonizing, teasing. Then faster. Faster.
Oh, fuck.
Heat coils low in my stomach, winding tighter with every roll of my hips. His grip tightens, fingertips digging into my flesh to almost certainly bruising pressure, commanding me to keep moving.
Pleasure ignites, searing through my veins.
And then—
I break.
He holds me there.
Still.
The vibrations don’t stop right away.
Not until he’s satisfied.
Not until I’m limp and ruined in his arms.
Finally, he pulls out his phone, presses a button, and the vibration dies.
I feel his eyes burn into me from behind his mask.
It shows no expression, but I feel the heat of his desire. His chest rises and falls in rhythm to mine.
Lowering me to the ground, I adjust my dress to its publicly appropriate position. I can still feel the intensity of his gaze on me.
Feeling sweat on my brow, I shoot him a mischievous grin. “Satisfied?”
He huffs and playfully tugs me to him. I can feel the bulge in his pants still.
Hmm, that’s a no, then.
“Do I get to hear you and meet my cat tonight?”
He taps a button on his phone, and I tumble over on myself; the quick jolt of pulsing on my already sensitive nub nearly reduces me to rubble!
I gasp through a laugh. “Mean!”
He turns me in the opposite direction and slaps me on the ass, encouraging me to continue the maze. I look over my shoulder and giggle as I go. He remains there, watching me walk away.
When I get to the end, Viv is waiting outside fanning herself. “Well, that was fucking fun!”
I can’t argue with her! It was definitely… something.