CHAPTER SIX #3
Zack thrust shallowly inside me, rhythmic jerks of his hips that brought me back to the edge of orgasm. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing what he was doing. I couldn’t let it happen. This wasn't what I’d wanted. It wasn't.
But it was. He knew exactly what I’d desired from the moment that I told him my fantasy, and worse, he made it happen.
Because that was the thing about fantasies.
They were never meant to be made real. And yet Zack had brought me here and turned a few words into a full blown real like erotic daydream.
Nightdream? Whatever it was, the insides of my thighs were slick with my need, and he was thick enough to split me open.
And I wanted more.
I licked his lips between kisses, panting softly, and swirled my tongue across his.
The head of his cock jerked inside me, and I cooed, lifting my hips as I flicked the tip of his tongue with mine.
Okay, so he liked that. I wondered if I could make him come before I did?
I squeezed his cock with my walls, rolling in a wave.
He gripped me tight as a shudder rippled through him.
Then Zack pulled out and slammed in, hard.
My head flew back, and I pressed my lips together tight. I promised. There was so much at stake here. The masks meant nothing if I was recognized or if someone came over. Besides, the cape only protected him. My legs still stuck out at angles and if someone looked close enough—
“Are they fucking?” The disinterested dude definitely had an interest now. And he was closer. I gripped Zack’s cock harder with my pussy, urging him on. He didn’t slow down, just kept that same, infallible rhythm up, like clockwork.
Be my doll.
Oh, I got it. Letting my knees fix like stiff joints but my legs loosen, I moved with his body with the next thrusts, trusting Zack and the bonds to hold me up.
My ankles jerked out like a puppet or a mannequin’s as he thrust back into me, always with that same steady rhythm, and dropped when he pulled out.
Every thrust stole my breath and every withdrawal let me recover.
None of it brought me closer to orgasm.
“Stay away. It's just actors.”
“You know they aren't really going at it, right?”
“Can you imagine?”
The small crowd drew away, and Zack slid deep into me again, stilling. I panted softly against his mouth, letting him lead our kisses.
Is this what it's going to be like all night?
His mouth moved gently over mine, sweet and deep, until I hung boneless against him.
“Please,” I murmured against his mouth.
Another pinch.
Another group of haunted house visitors.
Somewhere nearby us, someone screamed. And in the room with us, someone asked the question again.
All the while, Zack fucked me in that same rhythm until I knew that my body would only recognize his from now until forever.
And just like I knew he wouldn't let me come tonight, keeping me on the edge until I handed over every inch of control, I knew that my body would only recognize one person from now on.
And maybe he would treat my heart okay, too.
After all, he was the good guy around town. The sweetheart everyone liked who did favors for good people. The goofy jock who did some dumb stuff.
Not the man who took on too much, who saw more than they all thought, who took a girl for a tour through a haunted house and gave her a perfect night of fantasies. No part of me wanted this to stop. No part of me wanted to give him back.
Maybe Broomcorn Hollow was a good enough place to stay for a while after all. A place where I could finally let down my guard and let someone in. A place I could finally fall in love.
My body decided that this whole control thing was well over rated. Heat sluiced through me from top to toe. The tips of my breasts tingled and I coated Zack’s cock as I came, rocking gently back and forth over his hard length.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he murmured, staring at me beneath the hood. I couldn't see his face, but the thick need in his voice was enough. “Are you going to do that for me all night, little puppet girl?”
I swore I shivered in his cock at the objectification, and knew that this time, he intended it.
“Only if you promise to let me come the next time someone walks into the room." I swayed gently in my bonds, rocking my hips against his.
A deep growl began in his chest, covered by the music that preceded the entrance of a new group in the haunted house at our level. Zack slammed his cock inside me, over and over. My legs jerked out the sides, obscenely spread about his hooded cape.
“—think we know who they are?”
“—it’s like it’s real—”
“I want to hear them. Wish there were more.”
My body trembled as I hung from the straps, supported by Zack. His eyes glittered, dark and unyielding as I gasped through my next orgasm.
His lips grazed mine as the group moved through our room on their way to the third floor. “Come for me five more times and I promise I’ll fill your perfect pussy, Miss Templeton. That’s your reward,” he rasped.
“Yes please,” I begged, shameless, already rocking with him when the door to our level creaked again.
I knew this game now, and I wanted to play it.
Until one of us broke.