Page 22 of Her Trick His Treat

But how did he know me so well?

“I-I do want that,” I confessed.

“Good Girl. Do what I say, and I’ll make you feel good. Disobey me, and this stops and the lights come on. Understand?”

“Y-yes,” I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together.

I heard him more clearly than before. I guessed that he’d lifted the mask.

And my guess was confirmed when he slammed his lips against mine, claiming me in the darkness with a kiss designed to ruin me for anyone else.

Not that there was anyone else. But still. However this little Halloween fantasy played out, it was better for me to remind myself he wasn’t playing for keeps. This was just a moment out of time.

The thought filled me with sudden and stark sadness, and I gasped. Shadow Man growled against my lips, swallowing the sound, and when he pressed his body against mine, every other thought I had left my brain.

He walked me backwards, and the backs of my thighs hit the couch. I was shivering uncontrollably now. Even more so when his rough hands found the fastenings of my clothes, tearing when he couldn’t persuade them to open gently.

The sound echoed inside the room, or maybe that was just the sounds inside my head. Either way, it only increased my desire for him.

This stranger.

My Shadow Man.

There was zero light in the bedroom, and I couldn’t even make out his shape but the skin under my hands was smooth and taut over hard, curved muscle.

My top fell and Shadow Man grabbed my waist, pulling me against his chest. I hissed as my sensitized nipples came into contact with the smattering of har across his pecs.

“Oh God, that feels so,” I murmured, head dropping back as he licked his way from my neck to my aching breasts, sucking the tips and squeezing them hard.

“Feels so what? Tell me.”

I moaned, incapable of speech, and he dropped his hands, stepping back. Immediately, I felt bereft without him. Like my body missed his touch, craved it, even though it was so new.

Shit.

I remembered his instructions. And I could have cursed myself, but I didn’t want to waste time.

“It feels good. Do it again, Shadow Man, please.”

CHAPTER EIGHT-TOMMY

Jesus. Christ.

My Vixen’s skin felt so soft, so warm. Like fucking silk beneath my fingers. I was completely smitten. Obsessed with touching her. But I wanted to taste her again, too.

Properly this time. Not the tease I had of her in the bar.

No, I needed this fucking mask off, but I knew she needed it. Something told me she wouldn’t go through with this if I didn’t play out her fantasy, something I wanted to do with every fiber of my being.

The ladies tonight called me a shadow daddy and when she called me Shadow Man, well, I spent about five minutes at the bar familiarizing myself with what that actually meant.

Goddamn, book girls were some imaginative creatures for sure.

What my little Vixen wanted was pure erotic fantasy. I could do that. I would do that.

For the chance to sink my dick into her hot little cunt, I would do just about anything.

Besides, this whole thing seemed to have unlocked a kink I never knew I had.

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