Page 8 of No Way Out
His head moved just slightly at an angle.
“Look at you. Pretty little darkling, all alone in this big corn maze.” He was using a voice changer.
I stayed frozen as, one step after another, he moved closer, lazily, like he was in no rush to get to me.
“There’s no way out of here, you know that, right?” the scarecrow said with a chuckle.
“That seems like a fire hazard. There’s got to be at least one way.” I grinned, pushing myself up to my feet and moving closer to him. “Are you gonna tell me where it is?” I whispered into the mask.
“You seem to think you have any say here.” He tried to disarm me once again, hovering over me with far too little care for my personal space.
“What’s the alternative?” I pushed at his shoulder, as if I could move him from my way, but the scarecrow was more like a heavy brick wall than a bag of hay.
A husky growl came from the depths of the disturbing mask, leather gloves gripping at my shoulders as the scarecrow walked me into a wall of maze. I gasped, startled at the way he was able to overpower and move me with so little effort.
His knee split my legs apart as he got impossibly closer, his mask pressing into my face in an attempt to intimidate me.
“I want to see you scurry through this labyrinth like the rest of them. I want you to beg me to release you.” His leathered thumbs rubbed slow circles against the front of my shoulders.
I could smell the mint of his gum through the mask, and my brain immediately made the connection for me. I knew faculty were forced to volunteer in these fundraiser events, but the thought of Harkins here, in this mask, with a chance for something physical and human, had need burning through me.
“What if I just beg you for release?” I breathed out, grinding against his thigh.
I closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip as I reveled in the momentary bliss. He lifted his leg to ease my motion, aiding in my pleasure, though only through friction.
“Fuck.” The scarecrow’s disguised voice breathed over me, his hands moving to my hips as he gripped tightly, moving me against his leg. “Ask me to come,” he commanded.
I shook my head, biting at my lip as I antagonized him with my disobedience.
He squeezed my hips, forcing all movement to a stop until I’d give him what he wanted.
My brain said fight, but my pussy said, ‘we deserve this’.
“Let me come,” I begged, my panties soaked with desire and my clit swollen with need.
Rough leather gloves found their way between my thighs, disregarding my skirt as he pushed aside my panties. He slipped his fingers between my folds, now slick and dripping all over his pants. My breathing hitched at his touch, but I stayed frozen, waiting for him to make a move, any move.
It didn’t count if we pretended like it wasn’t him. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.
We weren’t teacher and student in this moment.
We were just two people giving into a human need.
Electrifying.
Each stroke of his fingers against my most sensitive spots had stars blinding me, colorful spots swimming across my vision from how tightly I squeezed my eyelids shut. Gripping his costume, I held on to him as one hand continued to guide my hips, the other rubbing over my clit with care.
I dropped my head against his chest as the feeling grew, a wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me and pull me under. His fingers pinched then pulled, forcing a cry from my lips at the shock jolting through my very bones.
“Fuck, Camila,” the scarecrow breathed as I bit his chest through his costume, anchoring myself as my body prepared to give out from the intensity of the orgasm shredding me apart.
I opened my eyes to oblivion, his face too dark through the costume to see anything or make out any features.
“Next time, I’ll have you over my cock, stretching out that pretty cunt of yours.” He wiped his hand over the mess on his pants before turning away.
“Hey, wait. Give me at least a hint,” I said, still breathy and high from my climax.
He tilted his head toward the passage on the right of us before disappearing into the wall of corn.
