Page 12 of Haunted By the Highwayman
I expect Rick to refuse. But he falls to his knees, cock thickening as he stares up at the highwayman with big eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly as his arousal builds. I take off my collar. Throat tight, I lean over and place the leather around Rick’s neck. His eyes are so deep and trusting as he looks up at me, full of desire. His neck is more muscular than mine, and I have to make the collar much looser for him. His eyes never leave mine as I fasten the buckle. My hands are shaky, desire building to an intense smolder. The atmosphere in the room gets thick with anticipation and the fire in the grate seems to flamehigher, more intense, as Rick and I look at each other. The whole time the highwayman stares at us, darkly intent. I realize I like being watched. His attention makes this feel like a ritual.
“It becomes him well, doesn’t it?” he says.
Rick puts a hand to the collar, feeling it.
“Don’t touch,” the highwayman snaps.
Rick’s hand falls obediently to his side. Seeing him so docile and eager to please is weirdly hot. I didn’t think I’d like it so much; I’m so turned on my cock is throbbing. Drips of precum leak from the tip.
“My little vampire is getting eager,” the highwayman observes.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Would you like me to order him to please you?” he says.
“Yes,” I say, as Rick makes a needy keening sound deep in his throat.
“Not quite yet. First he will crawl as a punishment for being so unfair to you earlier.” The highwayman clicks his fingers. “All around the room, little demon. Go.”
Without a word of defiance, Rick puts his palms flat on the floor. Ass up and head down in shame, he starts to crawl. The sight of Rick creeping submissively around the room on hands and knees, naked and horned, is one I’ll never forget. His cock strains; he’s so turned on by this. So am I. I loved being collared and bossed by him, my body burning up under his taunting command, but I didn’t expect to find it so hot with the dynamic reversed. He finishes his lap of shame around the room and approaches me, still on all fours. His muscular body is just a plaything for the highwayman now. The ghost has put him at my disposal.
“Good, pet,” the highwayman says. “How do you feel? Humbled?”
Rick nods at the floor.
“Good. Now thank me for teaching you this lesson.”
“Thank you,” Rick whispers.
The highwayman smiles at me. “He is much improved, don’t you think? Now would you like to feel his lips on your cock?”
“Yes,yes.” At the thought of Rick’s red lips around me, I can barely get the words out.
The highwayman snaps his fingers. Rick scurries forward, on his knees, raises his eyes to mine, and takes my dick so sweetly between his lips. His expression is a question. His eyes surrounded by the dark mask are so soft and vulnerable. My heart melts; he hopes he’s good enough. Why did I never notice before how vulnerable he can be?
“It’sperfect, Rick, I love… it.” I only just manage not to sayI love youas he starts to work me. My breath shortens. Pure pleasure flickers through me.
“Not fair, you get carpet and I was stuck kneeling on asphalt earlier,” I say, trying to lighten the intensity of the moment.
He gives a soft laugh, which just sends even more pleasure rippling through me from the tightness of his mouth. I go beyond speech. Senses stolen by his hot tongue, the eagerness of his lips. It’s like coming in from the cold on an autumn day to a blazing fire. Rick speeds up his rhythm, bobbing his head on my dick, both of us carried by the same flames, our chests heaving. With one hand he teases my balls. With the other he reaches for his own throbbing dick.
“Don’t let him,” the highwayman says. “He didn’t allow it earlier.”
Very true. Even so, I couldn’t refuse him if it was just up to me. The highwayman is more hard-hearted than me. But we both agreed to follow his orders. So I hold Rick back from pleasuring himself, and he lets me, letting me cup both of his strong wrists together in one hand. He could so easily escape me but he doesn’t, looking up at me, his eyes sweet and submissive. He takes me deeper into his mouth, eyes closing in surrender.The sight sends me flying over the edge. My guts tighten. I climax with a feral groan, whole body tensing and wracked with pleasure. Rickfinallycoming good on his promise to play an active part in my climax. It’s worth every second of the wait. As I go limp, I look over at the highwayman. His eyes blaze with a hunger that seems to be fed and satisfied by our joy.
“Good, pets,” he whispers. “And now for the next round.”
Chapter 8
“What next?” Rick asks, still on his knees. Still trembling, breathless and unsatisfied.
The highwayman ignores his question, turning to me instead. “Take him, Arden,” he says. “I dare you.”
A tremor goes through Rick. Excitement? I hope. I meet his gaze.
“We don’t have to do this,” I say, uncertain. “This is really extreme for a dare.”
Rick’s hazel eyes stare into mine, wild with lust yet still somehow shy. “You think I’m still thinking about the dare?” he says.
