Standing in the bathroom looking into the mirror, putting the finishing touches to my pirate costume. Smoothing out the nice velvet coat, tipping my hat up into place and adding the finishing touches (lots of glitter) a text comes through my phone.
(Insert name here)
"Are you almost ready for the party? I assume you are, I can smell the body spray"
I look at it for only a second before rolling my eyes and tossing my phone into my bag, walking out of the bathroom to the hallway. Leaning over to pick up my boots, pushing my feet into them one by one, securing the straps and then standing up straight grabbing my keys off the hook and heading out the door. Making sure to LOCK IT.
Good thing the party was only a few streets away. Starting my short journey, watching all the kids in their costumes running around the streets, every so often i hear 'TRICK OR TREAT!!' From all directions.
My heart skips a beat when a few people with ghostface costumes walk by, some turn and whistle at me and continue on their way. Letting out a small huff of air another text comes through my phone
(Insert name here)
"The party is in full swing, but yet no sign of you"
-a few minutes go by
"Are you even there?!"
He was getting more worked up by the second
"I'm barely down my own street" scoffing and continuing on my way down the street towards the sound of music and bass pumping in the distance, the autumn air crisp and cold, leaving goosebumps on my skin.
Finally reaching the house. I stand outside for a second before heading up the steps, but his black cloak catches my eye, I turn to the bushes on the side of the house and shake my head just must just be my imagination.
Greeting my friends and grabbing a drink I started to relax, laughing and plying some of the party games. This was just another Halloween party my friends hosted every year. But every year me and my partner seem to have more fun plans.
A while later as the night goes on. People have started to head home, but some have stayed behind making me want to continue to get waisted. Another text comes through my phone
(Insert name here)
"Seems the party has died, and I've grown tired of watching you be gawked at by others. Come outside"
Groaning I chug the last of my drink and toss the cup into the trash stumbling out the door. Noticing him across the street, under the glow of the lamp. "Fuck" I whispered and started down my street to my house, looking over my shoulder as I go. He's noticeably fallowing me. I started to pick up pace as best I could seeing as I was a little bit intoxicated. He instantly followed my lead and was now running after me.
Getting to the house I reach for the door but it's LOCKED!
Rummaging through my bag trying to find my keys. Heavy footsteps on the pavement echoed behind me, my heart beating faster as I grab hold of the keys. Shoving them into the lock and running inside. Swinging the door closed hitting him with it "IM SORRY!" I yelled running through the house, hearing him curse loudly behind. I continued to run, straight up the stairs to the master bedroom, the final act was about to begin.
"Oh you sweet prey of mine. You can only run so far" his voice echoed down the hallway, heavy footsteps approaching the room. Spinning around to face him my heart leaps. "It seems you're trapped. No where to run" he lunged at me, knife in hand. His body weight hit me full force causing both of us to fall onto the edge of the bed. He placed the knife at my throat "let the show begin" he growls ripping off the coat to my costume, using the knife to rip apart the rest of the fabric concealing my body. Breathing heavily I placed my foot on his leg and push him back, causing the knife to knick my skin. Tiny drops of blood started forming causing him to groan "my my, your blood always has looked so delicious" standing up straight before me, the black cloth grazing across the skin on my legs. I stared up at him eyes glazed over with lust but also some fear.
He stared disrobing himself, the cloak hits the floor but yet the mask stays.. Im not complaining but he's got such a pretty face. Shame.
Grabbing my ankle he pulled me towards him grabbing the heel of my boots and started sliding them off my legs, slowly taking his time. Running his fingers along the fabric of the stockings underneath. Hooking the hem pulling it off before doing the same with the other foot. It was nice to see him act sweet especially during a scene like this.
Once he was finished he ran his hands up my body from the ankles to my neck. Wrapping his hands around my throat giving it a squeeze, my hands immediately found their way to his wrists, gripping them giving him the biggest smile I could, he knows how much I enjoyed this.
"Watching the way you danced, drank and laughed during the party was excruciating. Seeing the way all of them would stare at you. When I should have slit all of their throats" his voice dropped to a growl as he released his hands moving them to what was left of the shorts I had bought to match my jacket. Slowly peeling them off of he he sighed "no matter how 'scared' you are.. you always get so aroused." His hand slipped between my legs slowly toying with me. Letting out a small moan I let myself sink into his touch.. I didn't want to fight. I just wanted him to use me.
"I should have dragged you out of that party sooner." He leaned in close. His hand still continued its 'assault' as his other hand grabbed the knife. Trailing it down my skin before releasing himself from me all together.
Walking to the nightstand. Rummaging through it for a second before returning and holding up the item he had retrieved. Black rope.. his favorite. Reaching for my hands his body was close to my face. Before he grabbed my hands I give his shoulder a bite causing him to groan as his hand shoots up to my throat. Squeezing and pulling my face to his. My breath on the mask. "You're a fucking brat" he spat before releasing me forcefully causing me to fall back, he furiously started using the rope to tie my hands together, then to the edge of the bed frame.
Standing upright and taking a step back turning on his foot he strolled into the bathroom, I could hear some rustling, with the faucet turning on for a minute then shutting off. It was another minute or two till he walked back into the room, still donned in the mask. But water drops seemed to be falling down his chest. Yes. He's getting frustrated.
Kneeling down he was now down to my level to look me in the eye, bringing his hand up slightly he hummed as he brought it down across my cheek, causing me to let out a small moan and cry. With the same hand he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. "You are so damn disrespectful. For what. After all the shit I do for you" his fingers digging into the flesh of my cheek. I whined and looked at him with pleading eyes, I wanted more. All of this was fun. But I wanted to feel him.
Standing back up after letting me go. He started removing his pants. The way he was in a rush but taking his time was agonizing. Pressing my legs together I whine "please.. I'll do whatever you need me to do, we can work something out" my voice broke out of my throat after being speechless for a good while.
Looking down at me. Tilting his head he let out a laugh "oh I know you will. Because you're always so good for me baby" dropping his voice to a fake sympathetic tone now standing naked before me he continued "you'll do whatever I want you to do, because you worship me"
damn him for being right
"And now, you're going to be a good pet for me, and spread your legs" he snapped, sinking to his knees. My legs slowly slid open like they had a kind of their own. Damn myself for being so desperate for him.
His hand's grabbed ahold of my hips lifting me onto his lap. Making sure to leave room so his Length was in just the right place, any second he could pull me to him and sheath himself inside. Just as he always did when he was acting on his 'animal' instincts. As I was lost in the sight of him, the way his shoulders were tense, the way his chest was heaving from the excitement he was about to experience. He leaned in close "I've got you" his voice sounded sweet. But was replaced with him bucking his hips forward hard. And again. And again. Finding the right rhythm to make himself happy.
Continuing his fun, he ran his hands up my back and his hands found their way to my hair. Pulling on it hard he laughed watching my face twist from pleasure to pain and back again. Picking up speed and force his grunting picked up as well. Watching the way his body moved as he enjoyed his playtime was one of my favorite hobbies. The way the sweat would force across his arms and chest. The way he moved his hands around across my skin.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my climax, the all too familiar feeling pooling in my stomach. Trying to keep it in.
Of course he's one to notice this as well. Placing his hand on my lower abdomen pushing slightly "cmon baby.. you're so close" his voice echoed through the mask sending me across the line as my body tensed up. Finding release, he wasn't far behind as groaned, collapsing forward onto me. His chest heaving as he reached up to undo the ropes binding me. I wrapped myself around him letting out a sigh "you know. I love you" I say looking at him. Grabbing the mask and dropping it to the floor. I wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave him a kiss, he chuckled and walked over to the bed placing me in it before climbing in after. Pulling me to him and covering us up with a blanket. He placed a kiss to the top of my head "I love you too honey" he sighed, holding on tightly. I nuzzled myself into him. Allowing the rhythm of his breathing to lull me to sleep.