Page 37 of Things Get Dark

Slowing his pace, he tugs me around the back corner of the house and leads me to a porch hidden from view. Extending his hand, he leads me up the small stairs to the cover of darkness that awaits. Once I step up and into the shadows, his warm body quickly closes the distance between us. I shudder with anticipation; a white-hot electricity jolts from every point of mybody he brushes against. I’m imagining just what parts of his body touch mine when he nudges my hand with his hat.

“Hold this for me, please? I need to remove my mask for what I have planned for you.” My eyes close of their own accord as I feel his hardness poking my back.Fuck, he is tall.

I hear a soft click from a buckle behind me before a swish of fabric reaches my sensitive ears. Within mere moments, his gloved hand swipes my hair off my back and onto my shoulder. Those soft lips I felt on my hands descend onto the sliver of skin peeking out above my collar. A moan escapes my lips as his hands wrap around my body, caressing and gently grabbing ahold of my curves. Those large hands deftly unbutton my jeans, and my core clenches in the promise of more.

The plague doctor reaches around me with both hands, the necktie he once wore stretching before me. Raising it higher, he silently asks permission to blindfold me. Fucking hell, why not. I chuckle nervously as he gently wraps the tie and binds it.

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” I say nervously. His only response is the soft squeeze of my hand after he retrieves his hat. Now that my sight has been removed, my hearing amplifies, making every squeak and brush of fabric so much louder. I can hear him manipulate his hat in his hands before replacing it on his head. Stepping backward, he grabs ahold of my hand, gently turning and stopping me before the steps.

“Sit down on the steps, Love.” Barely whispered words sound like they are shouted; his deep voice seems to cut right through me. I reach for the railing and slowly lower myself to the first step before waiting for more instructions.

A warm hand wraps around the back of my neck before suddenly those warm lips graze against mine. Not enough for a full kiss, but enough to where I tilt my head up, reaching for him. The movement opens me up and allows him to lay me downagainst the rough boards of the porch, but I don’t care.This man promised me trembling.

His hand gently circles my neck, lingering on my pulse before moving down the center of my body. The soft brush of his hands over my tits draws an arch from my back. My nipples react instantly, stiff and aching for his touch. Once he reaches my waistband, he lowers the zipper ever so slowly. The teeth tick loudly to my sensitive ears, and the sound causes ripples of need to ricochet throughout my body.

The double tap on my wide hips startles me out of my spiraling thoughts of need. I raise my ass off the step, and he peels my jeans and plain black cotton panties down my legs. It's there that he struggles, having to reach down and remove one of my boots before slipping my clothes off. Once free from the restraints, his hands move up to my thick thighs, spreading them wide. The crisp night air rushes in against my throbbing heat, and I squirm for relief.

Without hesitation, he trails a finger from my apex through my soaking center before slipping it inside my entrance. An embarrassing groan slips free from my lips, desperation for release already pulling my words away, allowing only soft moans of desire and pleasure. I can hear panting from above me, and I know this is both a challenge and a performance of just how high he can take me.

With a shuffle, I suddenly feel his broad shoulders settle between my thighs. I know what he’s about to do, but the shock of his warm, wet tongue licking through my folds still elicits a loud gasp from me. “Shh, Love,” he whispers. “Unless you want other monsters in the night to find us.” Those husky words give me caution, but my thoughts run off, imagining what that might be like.

He doesn’t let my mind wander, though, as he pulls his finger almost all the way out of my pussy before slowly thrusting twofingers in and massaging my walls. He leans in, gently wrapping his lips around my clit. With the slightest suction of his mouth, I see stars. I cover my mouth to prevent any unnecessary noises. My partner, however, is only just beginning.

Groans vibrate through his lips and tongue as he laps at me. I shudder, the tension in my body already building. When he slips a third finger inside me, I can feel the stretch of my walls. A gush pulses from me, and he becomes frantic, licking and sucking in a frenzy as his fingers pump inside of me. Finally, he curves his fingers up, stroking that spot inside and pushing me over the edge. My body seizes, my core clenching hard on his fingers as I bite my lip to stop from screaming. My head tips back as I arch and grind on his tongue, reveling in the explosion of pure bliss. As my orgasm subsides, I melt into a puddle of complete ecstasy right there on the steps.

I only vaguely feel him withdraw his hand and stand back. As I try to calm my racing heart, I hear a soft sucking sound before a muffled groan.

After taking a deep breath, I struggle to sit up. I suck in air when my stomach muscles twinge from the strain of the powerful orgasm I experienced. When I’m finally sitting upright, I remove the tie that hid my view and look around. Only, no one is with me.

I don’t know what to think. He blindfolded me to hide his identity. I get that. I guess I can understand why he wouldn’t stick around. But he spoke the truth. He promised to make me feel out of control, but for me to enjoy it. And, fuck me, I enjoyed the way he made me tremble, just as he said he would.

I remove the tie, dropping it to the porch floor before I slowly redress. A slight ache blooms between my legs; I guess I shouldn’t be surprised I am sore after the littlest action. Ithasbeen months since I broke up with James. I wasn’t going to give my body to him after I caught him with another girl.

After I slip my boots back on, I quickly rush back to where I last saw my friends. I turn the corner of the farmhouse, seeing Lainey and Lauren holding back Hannah’s hair as she empties her stomach into the bushes near the front. I glance around, noticing the lights on the house are now off, and it seems the place closed down while I was otherwise occupied.

“Hey, sorry, I got distracted with one of the horror actors,” I say as I approach them.

“It’s ok,’“ Lainey mumbles. “We only just stepped away from the toilet trailers. Hannah was fine until we had to take turns inside, and the smell is what got to her, I think. This”—referring to our friend groaning and wiping her mouth—“only started a few minutes ago as we were starting to look for you.”

“Okay. I’m glad I have a bucket in the trunk of my car, just in case,” I say as I loop Hannah’s other arm over my shoulder. The walk to the car isn’t long, and as I get Hannah settled, Lauren leans back against the side door.

“Why didn’t you answer my texth?” Her slurred question causes a wave of panic to crash through me.

“What?”

“Yeas, I texthed you while I was waiting to pee.”

Fucking hell; I reach for my phone in my back pocket but, of course, it’s not there. I lean down, head dropping to the door, as I debate trying to find someone now that the event has closed for the night.

“Call them from home tomorrow, babe. I’m sure they found it,” she says with a sleepy yawn.

“Alright. Get in. It’s time to get you all home.”

As I pull onto the road, the thoughts racing through my head are so confusing. I enjoyed myself, despite the maze. The girls were hilarious, when I wasn’t almost panicking. I just can’t believe my night endedwithan unexpected orgasm butwithouthis name or my phone.

Chapter Three

Alex

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