Page 17 of Come Out, Come Out

“Trust me, you won’t be cold for long.” He inhales deeply along the curve of my neck. “Now. Take. It. Off.” The tension in my scalp increases briefly before he releases me completely.

I feel naked already at the loss of him, but I do as he says and take off my sweatshirt. My breasts flop as I pull it over my head with effort. When it’s finally off, I turn to face him. He lifts his fingers tentatively, then gently brushes my bangs to the side. The gleam in his eyes is almost wistful, but within seconds, the light that shines there is snuffed out and his gaze darkens as it trails down my near-naked body.

Without tearing his eyes away, he rubs a thumb across my lower lip and starts counting, “sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight . . .” His voice is an impatient growl.

My heart rate rockets and I’m moving as soon as he drops his hand. When I get to the stairs, I stall. I need to find a good hiding spot, for I want to make him happy. On quiet feet, I take the stairs one at a time, even though I’m running out of time.

“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen . . .” he drawls from the shower.

I’m half-running to the kitchen when I stop in my tracks, remembering the creepy, dingy basement that I’ve avoided the entire time I’ve lived here. My heart thumps as my mind races with indecision. It’s the perfect hiding place, but there’s also the risk that I could run into the ghost down there in the dark.

“Ten, nine, eight . . .”

His counting makes it difficult to think, so I just act. Hoping I don’t regret it, I backtrack a few feet and slip into the darkness just as he reachesone. My breathing is jagged as fear wins out over anticipation. Dampness sits heavy in my lungs, and the smell of old cardboard clogs my nose. I stand frozen at the top of the stairs, just listening for a few seconds. When nothing grabs me from below, I begin my descent. Each step is agonizingly slow as I cling to the wood railing and stick a toe out to test each step in front of me. A sliver of light from the gap under the door just barely breaks up the blackness. If I squint hard enough, I can make out the rough outline of the shape of boxes.

I reach the bottom and freeze again, listening for any clues as to where he is. My stranger’s rushed steps tell me he’s decided he’s finished his sweep of the top floor. He doesn’t even try to hide his movements. For a moment, I envy him. I have to force my limbs to move as I cautiously navigate the darkness I’ve plunged myself in. I slip into a corner that’s out of reach of the sliver of light.

Standing here half-naked in the darkness, time passes so slowly. My denied orgasm, mixed with the adrenaline, has me shivering almost violently. I inhale and exhale deeply, in part to relax myself, but also to give my mind something else to focus on besides the panic that waits just below the surface. Another few minutes pass and I start to worry he won’t find me.

The light coming from under the door flickers. The shadow of two feet stretches forward. I slap my hand over my mouth just in time to muffle the gasp that escapes my lips. I shouldn’t have doubted him.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” He rattles the rusty handle. “I wonder what’s behind this door?” A sinister chuckle bellows against the wood. “Are you down there quivering in the dark, little wraith? Mmm, I bet that fear dripping down your thighs tastes delicious”

My feet rock forward and I grip the ledge of what I assume is a workbench behind me. A battle ensues between my body and mind as my desire for him to find me and fuck me, and the instinct to hide fight for dominance. No winner is declared because he opens the door, flooding the stairs in a yellow light, and starts down the stairs with zero hesitation for his own safety. “Ready or not, here I come.”

I try to flatten myself against the work bench behind me, but the second I shift, he sees me and stops mid-step. With a wicked glint in his eye, my stranger tilts his head and his smile stretches wide. “There she is.” He jumps down the remaining stairs with a heavy thump that makes me yelp.

The chase is on as my feet take the lead and carry me through the darkness. I don’t make it far, tripping over one of the boxes that must have been left behind. “Shit,” I growl as I get up on my hands and knees that are throbbing from impact. My ears perk up, straining over my heavy breathing to listen for him. When I turn back around, a flashlight flicks on and illuminates his sharp, beautiful features. I can’t contain the shrill scream that pierces the silent night. He found me first.

Aiden

November 13th, 2020 – Same Day

“Too slow, baby.” I clamp my free hand around Skye’s ankle to hold her in place. I’m momentarily captivated by the pleasure of feeling her pulse jumping beneath my fingertips. It’s beating so fast I can feel it beneath the adorable thigh high socks she wears. Snapping out of my lustful daze, I slowly shift the flashlight I’d found on the workbench away from my face and onto Skye. The fear in her eyes has my dick aching to be free. I drink it in for a few seconds before continuing the light’s descent, lingering on the way her breasts sit on the delicious curve of her stomach, her nipples hardening under my attention. Satisfied, I continue, halting once I get to those damned boy shorts that softly grip her thighs.

I swallow harshly, my mouth suddenly overwhelmed with saliva. I’m fucking famished for her. “Spread your legs.”

Her sultry brown eyes never leave mine as she shifts them apart excruciatingly slowly. Frustration and desire stir within me. The jiggle of her thighs when she stops sends another swell of saliva to coat my tongue.

“Pull your panties to the side, love.” The light quivers in my hand as I restrain myself. “Now, open up for me.” Obediently, her long, black nails press against her pussy lips and part them like petals of a blooming flower glistening with morning dew. She’s so wet. “You like our game, little wraith.”

It’s a statement, but she answers anyway. “Yes, but I wish they weren’t so few and far between.” Her voice is breathy. I don’t miss how her fingers twitch with need as she holds herself open for my viewing pleasure.

“I know, and I’m going to make all the anticipation worth it.” I place my hands on her knees, lean forward and spit. A small gasp leaves her lips and it elicits a groan from deep within me.

“Do you like when I treat you like a slut?” I know the answer, but I need to hear her say it. Skye’s eyes flare wider for a fraction of a second and then they’re rolling back in her head when my fingers start spreading my saliva methodically. “Say it. Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love being treated like a slut—yourslut.” Her correction makes my chest swell with satisfaction.

“What else?” My voice is a reverent whisper.

“I . . . I love having your spit on me, inside of me.” She lifts her hips when my fingers near her entrance. “Do it again . . . please?”

“How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?” I lean forward, cock my head back, and give her what she wants. I run my finger over her slick pussy, gathering the mixture of my spit and her wetness, then spread it across her lips. “Have a taste.”

Her tongue darts out and caresses her black lipstick, leaving her lips glossy. I can’t wait another second.

“Sit on my face. I want a taste, too.”

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