Page 5 of Noire Moon
Goosebumps dance along my bare arms.
Just as quickly as I lock eyes with the mysterious man, we’re being jostled on all sides as the crowd begins to shuffle forward, and when I lose the battle with my willpower a final time, allowing myself to sneak a final look back… he’s not there.
Oh, well. My rational mind has confirmed exactly what I thought, besides, I’ve got more pressing concerns.
Like getting through whatever horrors lie in store for us. Added to the prospect of sex hanging in the air, it all weaves together to form a powerful elixir, whipping the crowd into a frenzy of emotion.
“Welcome, all who dare join our sordid adventure of pleasure.” A woman in a black latex harness and another of those eerie skeletal masks is standing at the foot of the staircase. “As you have all completed the required paperwork and submitted your forms online as per your ticketed entry, you will know no one is permitted access tonight without having given their consent to whatever might occur once you pass beyond this point.” The woman meets each of our eyes. She’s studying our reactions to this reminder that, yes, indeed, we have given written, explicit permission to anything and for anything to occur that corresponds with our band of choice.
“Your safe word for this evening isMoonlight. Remember to use it only if absolutely necessary. Any person who does so will be immediately removed from the premises, and not permitted to return.”
We all dutifully nod in unison. This woman exudes serious Domme energy. Suddenly this shit just got very real, and I’m clutching Rita’s fingers so hard I might snap them.
“Then enter at your own peril.” She steps aside and unclips a black velvet rope to allow us to pass.
Before we’ve even taken one step up the sweeping staircase, we hear blood-curdling screams coming from the floor above us. On the other side of the landing, at the top of the long flight of stairs, there is a thunderous banging noise.
My fight-or-flight instinct goes haywire. Flight is the overwhelming sensation my body wants to indulge. So, instead, I make a pathetic noise and continue to crush Rita’s hand.
I’m not sure what I expected, but my imagination has gone into overdrive at the prospect of what might lurk up ahead. The unknown can be the most terrifying place to linger.
“You know people go missing every year when they host this event.” One of the glamazons giggles.
“It’s just a cover for their initiations.” Another replies.
“Or their murders.” Cora is still right beside me.
“Suspected, but not proven.” Rita chides. But she’s squeezing my hand just as tight in return. “The Noire Moon is supposedly one of their most important nights of the year, although what for, other than fantastic fucking and premium dick, I couldn’t say. You ready for the part that will get your blood pumping, babe?”
I’m struggling to breathe, let alone reply. Murder and secret societies and events where you might get cornered by a masked stranger… or better yet, abducted and never seen again?
What the actual fuck am I doing here?
This surely must be a fever dream. Any minute now, I’ll wake up with a thud when I roll out of bed and hit the drafty floorboards of my cramped bedroom.
The stairs beneath my heeled boots are shiny marble that glitters in the flickering candlelight lining the dark walls. Ornate vintage mirrors are scattered everywhere and give eerie shadowed reflections of our group as we inch our way toward the upper landing.
A rumble directly overhead makes one of the chandeliers clatter and chink. Then, more piercing screams echo through from the upper floors somewhere deep in the heart of the mansion.
“Christ.” I chew the inside of my mouth and watch with trepidation as we crest the final step. A plush red carpet extends in front of us, leading into a complex assortment of tall mirrors,and there’s a faint red glow from the ceiling, turning us all an eerie shade of crimson.
“Oh my god, I love a hall of mirrors. It’s so creepy, but so kinky.” One of the girls drags two of the others off toward what must be the beginning of the mirror maze. But they’ve barely made it ten paces when black-masked figures burst out of the shadows.
They rush at us from both sides, and we all scream. Gloved hands grab roughly as the light overhead starts to strobe, plunging us into darkness for rapid, short bursts. It’s only in the glimpses of light, as red flashes allow my vision to return for less than a second at a time. One blink, I see nothing, and the next, a skull face looms right in front of me.
One hand reaches out and grabs me by the front of my throat, while another wraps around me from behind.
Oh my fucking god, there are two of them.
The one at my back slides his fingers beneath the waistband of my skirt for just a second, but even though the action is merely a brief glimpse, that provides more than enough time for my pussy to react to both of their possessive and threatening holds on my body.
My mouth drops open, and my stomach falls through the floor, but then the next second, the red light returns to the eerie glow as the strobe cuts out, and with it, the skull face in front of me has vanished into thin air. So is the figure I didn’t see who covered my spine.
That’s when I realized. Most of the girls we were with have vanished.
It’s only Rita and Cora left huddled beside me.
We all have our hands over our mouths and sound like we’ve just run a marathon. I’m the cliche of shaking in my boots right now.
