Page 41 of The Blue Rose
She runs away laughing, but I’m faster, much faster then she is, and I catch her. Swooping her into my arms, she fights to get away, her body brushing against mine, fire flowing in its wake. “You will find out how fitting my name is to me, little lamb. Then you’re going to wish you didn’t.”
She looks up at me, head tilted and shivers. I kiss her, my lips greedy against hers, and take her to the first house “The Dancing Clowns”.
“I love clowns!” She looks at the entrance with fascination.
The entrance is an archway of everyone’s favorite horror movie clown, with white faces, and red lines going through their eyes, wrapped around the mouths, stretched and their hands connecting at the sign that says “The Dancing Clowns”.
One face he’s smiling, wearing the mask he puts on to capture his victims.
The same mask I wear to capture mine.
The second is his true face, the one his victims see right before he devours them. His mask comes off, just as mine does, when our victims' lives are about to end. It’s the only moment we can be our true selves.
I come up with the ideas for every house, give money to make my vision come to life every year, but it’s the actors I hire that bring it all to life. They are the reason my haunted houses are the best. The reason people from all over the states come to experience it every year.
I see Serena running ahead of me, too excited to wait.
Watching her go, I slowly stalk after her, watching her chest rise and fall, her eyes wide as she takes everything in. The way her body is reacting to everything, how she touches the props that look a little too real with admiration, is making my cock strain against my jeans.
Most people are excited, with fear on the forefront when they enter the houses. Serena isn’t showing an ounce of fear, she looks like a kid on christmas waiting to see all their presents.I wonder if her fear will surface later?
She goes up to the towering Pennywise standing in the corner of the first room and stares up at it. “It looks so real.” she breathes. She rocks up onto her toes, reaching out to touch it, when the clown jumps at her, coming alive making her scream. Eliciting the fear I can’t wait to make her experience again later. My chest heaves, my urges almost too desperate to control.
She closes her eyes, and runs right into my arms, which makes her scream again. She doesn’t realize it’s me at first. She tries to run away, but my hand wrapped around her wrist has her opening them and relaxing as soon as she sees it’s me.
She grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together, and we walk through the rest of the houses together. Out one house into the next, each one scarier than the last, with more actors hiding and waiting to scare us. I don’t even know where they’re coming from, or how many there will be. Sam is the one who hires everyone who doesn’t know my identity. All the actors have been told I’m an important customer, who knows the owner, and to put on a great act. I must admit, some of the makeup jobs and costumes are even making my adrenaline spike. Watching her look around, waiting for the next person to come after and scare her, makes my heart race in a way I’ve never experienced. The beating of my heart isn’t from the fear that is creeping its way up, it is something else, a pang of joy from hers.
When we reach the end of the houses, she runs out, completely breathless, resting her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath.
Walking up beside her, I grab her hand, and start to lead us back to the beginning, heading to her favorite house, the clown smiling at us as we get closer.
“Are we doing it again?” she asks, looking around. “Wait, where is everyone?” She stops walking, and plants her feet into the ground, hesitant to continue.
“I told them to leave after we left each house.”
“Why?” She asks, rubbing her thighs together.
Pulling her towards me, I whisper in her ear. “Because the things I plan to do to you tonight require no witnesses.”
She shivers, her eyes going dark in anticipation, making my breath catch in my chest. The look she’s giving me makes me reach down and adjust my growing erection.
FIFTEEN
ASTER
Iwalk her back into the first house, taking her to the center of the maze-like structure. Kissing her with hurried steps, shredding her clothes, throwing them to the sides, leaving just the stockings, as I back her into the rusty, bloody door.
Reaching into my back pocket, I take the blindfold I grabbed before our date, dangling it in front of her eyes. “Do you trust me?” Breathlessly she nods her head, her plump lip trapped between her teeth. My cock jumps at her submission, a smirk lifting my lip as I place the blindfold over her eyes, making her world go dark.
Her chest heaves as I grab both of her hands. One hand holding tight to her wrist, and the other undoing the belt on my pants, slipping it free and kicking off my jeans and black boxer briefs. I wrap the belt around her wrist, placing her arms above her head, securing the black leather on the hook nailed to the door.
Pressing her back into the door, my erection pressing into her stomach, I kiss her cheek, and reach up to grab the knife that is stabbed into the door. It looks like a prop to anyone who looks at it, but it is far from fake and will make you bleed. I like placing real weapons around the houses, not ones that I personally use.It can cause chaos if one of the actors were to grab one of the real knives or axes, to chase their prey with it. No real damage has been done, yet.A guy can dream.The large clip point hunting knife catches the dim, red light in the house as I look at my reflection.
I place the flat part of the knife against her cheek, making her jump as I slide it down. “What is that?” She breathes, her body trembling.
“You’ll find out soon enough, little lamb.”
Her nipples are hard and taunt, from the cool breeze drifting through the door, tempting me to bend and take one in my mouth. Her moan makes me bite down hard enough, I taste crimson falling into my mouth. She isn’t screaming, which is what I expect, no she’s moaning even louder, arching into me as she silently begs for more. I remove my mouth from her bleeding nipple, kissing up her body until I reach her lips so she can taste herself on my tongue.
