Page 19 of Her Trick His Treat

“My name is Tommy, but when I am wearing this, you’re gonna callShadow Man.”

Her eyes dilated, and those goddamn cherry stained lips parted, a tiny little whimper escaping. The sound went straight to my cock.

Fuck. Yes.

She liked it. This sexy little woman was totally into the fantasy I was dying to play out with her.

My dick thumped inside my jeans, the zipper biting into my otherwise tender flesh.

“Okay, Shadow Man. What happens next?”

“What do you want to happen?”

She swallowed, and I watched her throat work, images of it doing just that as she wrapped her mouth around my cock filled my brain, and I knew I was going to have a wet spot on my jeans.

“I want you to take me home. And I want you to fuck me.”

Time stopped as I absorbed what she was saying. Then I was on her like an animal, grabbing her by the throat and walking her around to the passenger side, making sure she could feel my cock against her ass as I pulled open the door.

“From now on you do as I say, is that right?”

“Y-yes,” she murmured.

“That’s right, Vixen. YOU belong to me tonight. Say it.”

“I belong to you,” she whispered and fuck, she was breathing heavy.

I released her throat, sliding my hands down her sides, briefly cupping her soft tits, before grabbing her cheeks with both hands and grinding my cock against her ass.

“Get in. Get buckled. And keep your eyes on the road.”

“Yes, Shadow Man,” she murmured, and climbed inside.

I shut the door, walking around the front of the vehicle so she could watch me coming. I adjusted my dick before climbing inside, noting how her gaze went right to my crotch when I slid into my seat.

“Eyes on the road.”

“Yes, Shadow Man,” she breathed, and fuck, I went cross-eyed beneath the mask.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

CHAPTER SEVEN-CAMRYN

Happy Halloween…Oh My GOD.

I mean, holy fucking shit. I never had a Halloween like this. Tommy,or Shadow Man, was downright scary focused as he drove through the dark streets towards his lair.

Okay,lairwas the word I used. A sort of fantasy sex cave that I had built up in my head.

On the drive over, I’d conjured an image of what tonight might entail. The thrill of it all. My first secret rendezvous with a man. A dark place where I could explore the uncharted territory that was carnal pleasure with him.

Lair felt like the perfect word. Full of fantasy and intrigue. I imagined dim lighting, rich textures, the air thick with unspoken possibilities—some place anything could happen.

But when he finally pulled to a stop in the driveway of a sprawling mansion in Montclair, I was momentarily taken aback.

The house loomed before us, an elegant structure illuminated by soft porch lights that cast gentle shadows on the manicured lawn and beautifully sculpted shrubbery and trees.

It was beautiful. Classy. Rich.

---