Page 18 of All Hallows' Maze
“Smartass mouth, but no, not exactly. I’ll show you, go inside and pick any spot to hide.” I twisted the doorknob and pushed it open for her. The entryway was dark like the rest of the house.
“No where’s off-limits?” Her eyebrow raised with mischief like she could actually make it difficult for me.
“Get creative if you feel it’ll change the outcome,” I said shrugging with indifference. I’d find her regardless.
“What’s the outcome?”
“You.” She teased her bottom lip between her teeth and walked backwards through my door. Vera slid her shoes off watching me, already learning that silent steps made a difference.
“Safeword if it’s too much,” I reminded her as she closed the door in my face. I stripped out of my jacket and shoes, making a neat pile on the patio couch with her ears and my hat.
I figured enough time had passed, but if she wasn’t ready that was her problem and my gain. Stepping inside, I looked around the foyer. The rug had shifted, and I followed it toward the west wing of the house.
This house had been what I considered my childhood home despite growing up in London initially. Vera and Victor were our neighbors and fast became my friends. They were over here constantly and analyzing it, Vera more so. I stopped in the hallway. Vera and I liked to hang out in each other’s room more than anything. I listened carefully for any movement upstairs. Hearing nothing, I figured I was on the right track and kept going.
I avoided the creaky spots and walked quieter as the living room, dining room, and kitchen came into view. I looked between the three and closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.
Dad had been smoking a cigar before they left, and it lingered from the living room. Mum made muffins, and the kitchen smelled like flour and pumpkin puree. I took another breath and focused on Vera. Over the years the recognizable scent of her changed. In middle school she experimented with nauseating perfumes frequently as she explored her style and personality. High school came and for a while she smelled like the popular fragrances, but I always attributed it to her and was let down every time it wasn’t.
She really came into her own last year and one of the things I loved most was how light, airy, and pretty her perfume smelled now.
Expensive, fine.
Musky, woody, and minty, but there’s a sweet fruity layer.
Kitchen.
My eyes snapped open with the kitchen in view, but unlike the foyer, nothing was noticeably out of place. The space was limited, but I was certain she was in there. I stepped inside and stood at the center as I look around. A few years ago, she would’ve been short enough to fit inside cabinets or even the bottom part of the pantry. I turned to the back of the kitchen.
A table awkwardly took up space. My mum started refinishing it months ago, but it sat half-done with only a tablecloth over the top to protect the surface. I watched and listened. The cloth moved slightly, but the AC hadn’t been running and I didn’t leave windows open for a draft. The movement was clam, which meant she wasn’t panicked.
Yet.
I walked around to the other side and reached under the cloth. My hand found her ankle and I dragged her out. Startled, she shrieked and kicked at me, but failed to make contact as I laughed above her.
“Found you.” Pushing down on her back, I propped her hips up and pulled my pants down to my thighs. Soaked and nearly dripping, it was nothing to thrust inside her. “You get off on being hunted.” I moved carefully, conscious of everything I’d put her through. Her exhaustion wasn’t lost on me. “But you’re not coming this time.”
I pulled out of her, and she groaned. She could beg all night long, but I wouldn’t push her more than I already had. I stood up and grabbed her hair, directing her onto her knees. Those beautiful pink waves twisted around my fist made her irresistible.
“Open.” She followed instructions with eagerness.
I slid the head of my cock into her mouth, breaking when she grabbed my waist and took me deeper. I hit the back of her throat repeatedly, but she only moaned and worked me harder. Her nose pushed against my pelvis as she gagged herself, taking me down her throat.
The all-consuming sensation left me a whimpering mess. My thighs trembled and I stepped back, falling into the table and catching myself. My face heated when she looked up at me. Blue eyes framed by dark lashes glistened with tears. Her nails dug into the thin skin of my waist as she scraped down toward my thighs. I dropped my head back and groaned.
“I—I’m…” I was dazed from the feeling building in my core. I wanted to warn her, but she stole my voice and breath as her hand wrapped around my cock with gentle strokes. I was a mad man. All my masks and walls were down. “Veradis,” I cried, her name was void of the dull American accent and full of vibrant life as I whispered it like a prayer.
I gripped the table’s edge as my cock jerked. Cum spilled down her throat and she licked over like she couldn’t get enough. The touch was torturous, and I pulled her off me by her hair. My lips met hers, but her teeth sank into mine again.
“You keep biting me like that and I’ll bend you over until that ass is bright red.” She squealed when I picked her up around her thighs and headed to my bedroom. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she leaned in for more. When I stumbled on the stairs, she moved her musings to my neck.
I kicked open the door and dropped her into the center of my bed. I rifled through my drawers and got both of us a change of clothes. I pulled my shirt off and slid on new boxers, and when I turned around, she was eyeing me.
“How do you do that?” It wasn’t the question I expected.
“Do what?”
“The shirt, over your head like that.” She gestured her arms in a goofy manner attempting to mimic me.
