36. Epilogue - Peyton
Epilogue - Peyton
“ I fucking hate this shit.” I gritted my teeth and peeked around the corner, half expecting Dane to jump scare me at any second.
Yeah, well, he’d be the jumpy one when I was done with him. Two years later and his crazy ass still talked me into stupid situations. Just like this one.
It was nearly midnight, and my dumbass was back in the corn maze, trying to beat him to the exit.
I never beat him anywhere.
Well, except to ecstasy, I was usually one or two ahead of him before he reached it himself most days.
I grinned to myself, knowing how fucking good he thought he was going to give it to me when he won his little challenge. It was two years after our first night in the maze, and I stupidly came back for a little rendezvous.
Turns out I hated dark spooky mazes just as much as I did that first night. That hadn’t changed even though so much in our life had.
I did, however, like being chased by my monster in his sexy Ghostface mask, so I showed up. With a little treat for Dane to find when he caught me. Because he always caught me.
The snap of a stalk behind me had me jumping into the rows between paths, hoping to hide from my monster long enough to surprise him, but who was I kidding, the man was a stalker for fuck’s sake.
I backed up further, content to cheat and push my way through the rows instead of sticking to the path like he thought I would.
It was what he would do, after all.
I cleared one path and pushed my way into the corn to the next one when I heard him enter the corn behind me.
“Fuck!” I screeched and took off running as his evil chuckle weaved through the corn stalks after me.
“You can run, but you can’t hide, Puppet.” He teased, catching up to me as I made it into a clearing that was so similar to the one that reminded me of that first night. Two benches stood in the clearing, and my eyes fixated on the cuffs hanging off one of them, causing my feet to freeze as I realized I had already been caught. He had herded me right where he wanted me.
“Fuck.” I hissed, turning and running square into his chest as he silently appeared behind me.
“It’s my intent to, P.” He cocked his mask covered head and my body shivered as I looked down at his bare chest to his jeans just barely hanging on his hips.
God, my monster was delicious.
“You cheated.” I squinted my eyes up at him and put my hands on my hips.
“Duh.” He chided, pressing his chest into mine and pushing me back toward the benches. “I figured it was only appropriate to bring the past back to life completely. ”
My ass bumped into the back of the bench with the cuffs and my pussy throbbed as my heart raced in my chest. I was out of time if my plan was going to work.
He leaned down to bend me backward over the bench, dominating me, “Tell me Puppet, are you going to beg for my cock tonight, or are you going to fight me kicking and screaming?”
My fingers brushed against the trusty tool strapped in a garter on my thigh under the hem of my white summer dress and I felt like I was going to pass out as I worked it free while he was distracted.
“What do you think?” I hummed, dragging the nails of my free hand down his exposed abs, covered in ink dedicated to us and our love story.
“Hmm. I hope you fight.” He replied and I could hear his smile beneath his mask as he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled it away from his jeans where I was trying to distract him and moved it toward the cuff. “You know I love it when you kick and scream for me.”
“Same.” I gritted out and brought my stun gun up from my leg and jabbed it into his side as he tried to jump back. “Too slow.” I chided as he grunted and locked up tight from ears to toes, and then fell in a heap on the ground. “Holy fuck.” I whispered in awe as my big terrible monster, once again, laid defeated because of me. Shit, now I had to hurry. “Oh, yeah.” I jumped over his body, tucking the taser far enough away that I knew he couldn’t reach it. Not that he would ever use such a tool of torture on me, but still.
I pushed my big man onto his back and then pulled his arms up over his head, fastening him into the cuffs on the bench working my ass off under pressure knowing he’d wake back up in a minute or two, based on the other time I outsmarted him with it .
With both his arms cuffed, I hefted him as best I could up onto his ass so his back was leaned against the back of the bench. Then I stood at his feet, huffing air like I hadn’t just manhandled my two-hundred-pound boyfriend into captivity in the middle of a dark corn maze in the ass crack of nowhere.
My guess was, we were somewhere near the middle of the maze, so I didn’t have time to run to the truck to get anything else to secure him to the bench. I had to trust that his favorite leather cuffs would keep him restrained.
Or I was in trouble.
Big, big trouble.
He groaned from the ground where he sat with his chin against his chest in his mask and jeans and I stepped back further, watching him slowly come to.
“Puppet.” He hissed, lifting his head to look at me through the creepy hot mask and then pulled at his bindings. “Naughty, naughty Puppet.”
I stood taller, feeling brave and high on his special kind of high as I stared down at my very unwilling victim. I rarely ever saw the upside of control where Dane was considered, and normally I didn’t mind. But I craved the power tonight.
Oh, the things I was going to do to him—.
“This is your own fault.” I walked toward him and crouched down in front of him and cocked my head to the side, just like he did in that creepy way. “You were way too excited to string me up and use me tonight, I couldn’t just be a willing plaything for you. And you wanted me to fight back.”
“So now what, Puppet.” He shook his hands out, rattling the cuffs. “You’ve got me at your mercy, what are you going to do to me? ”
“Now,” I crawled forward onto my hands and knees and made sure to shake my hair behind my shoulders so he could see my tits down the front of my low cut dress. As predicted, my actions distracted him as he tilted his face down, watching my show. “I torture you in the best way possible.”
I quickly undid his jeans and pulled them down, already knowing I’d find him commando underneath. Instead of just pulling his jeans down enough to free his thick cock, I removed both his jeans and shoes completely, leaving him absolutely naked for me except for the mask.
I had no intention of removing that as I rode his cock tonight.
Tonight, my monster was going to play in my fantasies instead of the other way around.
I leaned down and left my ass arched up in the air as I dropped my wet lips to the crown of his leaking cock and sucked on it. As predicted, he arched his hips forward, trying to meet my lips to chase his pleasure.
But I was in control.
So I let my lips play with the head of his cock only, teasing him with a combination of suction and wet licks of my tongue until he was cursing and fighting the bindings, trying to free himself.
“Puppet.” He growled, as his muscles bulged in his arms as he fought to get out. “I need you.”
“Aww, come on big guy,” I pretend pouted as I leaned up so my face was only a few inches from his. “I thought you had more fight in you than that. Begging me already?”
He cursed and lunged forward as if he could bite me through the mask, but I backed up onto my heels just in the nick of time. His restraint was slipping and his darkness was showing more and more as I teased him.
“There he is.” I moaned, standing up and lifting my dress to pull my panties down, dropping them onto his cock before I lifted one foot onto the back of the bench. “There’s my dark monster.” I lifted his mask off his face until it sat on the top of his head and he tilted it back to look up at me and my bare pussy right above his face. “Show me how good my big, bad monster can beg for me.”
He lunged forward, burying his mouth against my pussy and sucking on my clit without any further persuasion. He growled, leaning forward as much as he could as he ate me like a man possessed.
“Yes, baby.” I tipped my head back as I rode his face. “God, you’re so good with your tongue.”
He growled, nipping my inner thigh with his teeth and then diving back in. He rocked against my pussy, using every inch of his mouth and jaw to stimulate and pleasure me and before long, I was coming, crying out for more like I wasn’t the one in charge at all.
When I dropped my foot to the ground, I bent at the waist and kissed him, tasting my orgasm on his lips as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, eager for relief. “Good monster.” I sank to my knees, straddling him, and pulled my dress off over my head, adding it to the growing pile and fisted his cock.
He leaned forward and bit my nipple before sucking it into his mouth and making me hiss from the intensity.
“Bad monster.” I chided, pulling his mask back down and covering his sharp teeth as I rubbed the head of his cock through my soaking lips, coating him. “I wanted to reward you for being a good boy, but now I’m not sure you deserve it.”
“Ride my cock, Puppet. Or the moment I’m free, I’m going to make you regret every single thing you’ve done tonight.”
“Mmh,” I moaned, sinking down onto him. I was taking his cock, regardless if he deserved it or not, we both knew that. “What will you do? Spank me? ”
He growled as I took him deep inside of me. “Oh, the way I could turn your skin red for me, baby. You’d never be the same.”
“I think I like the sounds of that.” I moaned, riding him, grinding my hips back and forth to rub my clit on his pubic bone. “God, you feel so good, Dane.”
“That’s it, Puppet.” He grabbed the top of the bench and used it for leverage to lift his hips, slamming his cock up into me with each thrust. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
“Yes.” I moaned, reaching up and playing with my nipples with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other. “Your thick cock feels so good, I’m going to come again.”
He growled as I reached ecstasy, watching me come on his cock. My gasps filled the air as I held onto his shoulders, slowing down my thrusts to prolong his torture. “Puppet.” He hissed, and I grinned, biting my lip as he caught on.
“What baby?” I moaned, leaning down to bite his neck as I stopped lifting my hips completely.
“Shh.” He snapped, and I froze as his body went stiff under mine.
I turned my head around to look around us, not sure what it was that set of his internal alarms, and then I heard it.
Voices!
“Welcome to our haunted Halloween corn maze!” A loud voice boomed across a megaphone. “Enter if you dare! But be prepared to be scared along the way!”
“Oh, fuck.” I scurried off Dane’s lap and grabbed my dress as the voices got closer at an alarming rate of speed.
“Peyton!” He hissed, fighting the cuffs on his wrists. “Undo these!”
I fought with my dress, getting my head stuck in the armhole as I started panicking. “I can’t!” As a flashlight shone down the path, I whipped my head to the side.
“I’m naked, Peyton!” He growled, getting his feet under him so he was in a crouch. The man didn’t even have shoes on, just a mask.
“So am I!” I cried back and then started laughing, because I had no choice. But I was going to pay dearly for it. “I’m sorry!”
“Don’t you dare.” He warned, freezing his attempts to break free like he couldn’t believe what I was about to do.
As the people drew closer to us, I snatched the pile of clothes and shoes off the ground and made my way towards the back of the maze. “I love you!”
“I’m going to make you pay for this Puppet!” He yelled as I started running. “I swear to God!”
Naked as a jaybird, I ran for my life, holding our belongings tightly. I ducked through the rows of corn, using them to stay as hidden as possible, as I got my dress on over my head the right way and ran out of the exit.
Screams of terror and delight rang out around me, mixed with the haunted noises of chainsaws and creepy Halloween music.
How the fuck did we not know there was a midnight event being held?
I ran through the darkness to where we parked Dane’s truck, jumping inside and locking the doors as my chest rose and fell wildly from the excitement and horror of the whole thing.
But I couldn’t stop laughing.
I jumped over into the driver’s seat, ready to abandon Dane completely, when movement caught my eye at the side of the maze. “No. He. Didn’t.” I cackled as my big, terrible, masked monster came running through the middle of the corn maze, naked, with the bench hefted onto his shoulders.
His cock swung like a weapon as he ran toward the truck. When he was about halfway to the safety of the truck, a shadowed figure followed his path through the darkness at an alarming speed, like someone was actually chasing him.
Dane. My monster was being chased. The thought made me giggle.
I leaned over the steering wheel, squinting, as I stared past my naked man running for his life and covered my mouth when I finally made out what was chasing him.
Or who.
The naughty little old lady from the post office gave chase, swinging her arms back and forth over her head as she cackled merrily, dressed like a little spooky porcelain doll.
“Go, P!” Dane barked as he threw the bench and himself into the bed of the truck in a heap. “Now!”
I started the truck, and the headlights illuminated the old woman as she stopped running now that her target was out of reach and I spun the tires to get us both the fuck out of dodge.
As we tore past her, she tipped her head back and yelled, “Come back, Sunny! Don’t you want to play with Dolly?”
And we never stepped foot in that fucking maze again.
Or the post office.