Page 24 of Pounded in the Patch
How long has he been planning this?
"Lie back," he says as he nudges me back, and I do, sinking into silk and rose petals and the most comfortable mattress I've ever felt.
His hands are everywhere—stroking over my skin, spreading my legs wide as he kneels between them. The devil mask looks even more dramatic in the brighter candlelight. It’s demonic beauty.
He's going to eat me alive.
And I'm going to let him.
"Such a beautiful Halloween queen," he growls, running his hands up my thighs. "Such a perfect fucking queen."
I arch beneath his touch, already desperate for more. My body is learning to crave him, to respond to his voice and his hands with an eagerness that should shame me but doesn't.
Not when he has me like this.
Wearing his crown and sprawled out over the most expensive silks.
He reaches beneath the pillow beside my head and pulls out something that makes me blink in confusion—a vibrator, but not just any vibrator. It's shaped like candy corn, orange and yellow and white, and it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen.
A candy corn vibrator.
He brought a fucking candy corn vibrator to his gothic sex altar.
I recognize the absolute insanity of this situation, but I start to laugh. It bubbles up from my chest before I can stop it, and once I start, I can't seem to stop.
"You think this is funny?" he asks, but there's amusement in his voice too.
"It's Halloween-themed," I gasp between laughs. "Of course it's Halloween-themed. Of course you have a candy corn vibrator."
This beautiful madman planned everything down to the seasonal sex toys.
"I'm thorough," he says with a grin I can hear in his voice. "And I thought my queen should have something appropriately festive."
His queen.
He keeps calling me his queen.
And I keep letting him.
The laughter dies in my throat as he turns the vibrator on, the soft buzzing sound mixing with the Halloween music still playing in the background. He traces it over my inner thighs, not quite touching where I need him most, and I'm instantly on fire again.
Fuck.
How does he do this to me?
"Please," I whisper, and there's no shame in it anymore. No embarrassment. Just need.
"Please what, my queen?" he asks, still teasing me with the ridiculous vibrator.
"Please touch me," I breathe. "Please make me come. Please don't stop."
Please don't ever stop.
Please keep me here in this dark fairy tale forever.
"Since you asked so nicely," he murmurs, and presses the vibrator against my clit.
I cry out, my back lifting off the silk as pleasure shoots through me. The setting is perfect—not too intense, not too gentle, just exactly what I need right now. And the fact that it's shaped likecandy corn makes it even more arousing, like he's claiming me with Halloween itself.
