Page 15 of All Hallows' Haunt
“Well.” I brushed my hand through my hair. “Can I get one of the blankets y’all use with the mirrors?” His smirk grew, and he bit the inside of his cheek. “And also, how much to buy off an hour or so inside, uninterrupted?” He barked out a laugh on the last request.
“You know what?” He looked around behind me. In the general direction of Sienna, he cocked his head with assumption. “Fuck it, seventy-five. The last group just went. I keep a few blankets in the office. Here.” He threw me his keys, and I caught them in mid-air.
“Just like that?”
“I was twenty-something once. I gotta say, I regret not being this creative.” I fist-bumped his shoulder as I passed him and unlocked the discreet door. As he said, there were a few large blankets sitting on a small table. I grabbed one and locked it back before running out to the front entrance. I threw the blanket on his counter and tossed his keys back.
“I owe you!” I called, running back to Sienna. I opened my phone and pulled up a cash transfer. Selecting Anthony’s username, I typed in the amount and hit send before coming to a stop in front of her.
“Oh, you have to stop scaring me!” she shouted, clutching the nearly annihilated spun sugar to her chest.
“Come on, quick.” I reached out and pulled her from the bench. Her run was awkward and uncoordinated as she stammered in confusion. When I dragged her up the stairs, I took the bag and dropped it with Anthony. I replaced the treat with the blanket, and she huffed in astonishment. “It’ll be there when we’re done.” I guided her toward the entrance and leaned down to her ear, brushing my fingers against the back of her neck. “Run, my Little Fox.” I pushed her shoulders delicately and without question, she took off into the maze of winding mirrored hallways.
I counted the beats of my heart as it hammered against my chest. If she didn’t get too lost, the maze would dump her in the center of the building, a massive room covered in mirrors from floor to ceiling. The only way out was to find the hidden hallway along the oddly-angled walls.
After a few minutes, I stepped over the threshold.
“Have fun, kid,” Anthony called before closing the door behind me. I rested my shoulder against the left wall and walked on, watching the ground. I followed the maze outline, turning from the dead ends and continuing toward the center. The last hallway I felt my way down opened up to the center room.
And there she was.
Sienna stood in the middle of the expansive space, but she didn’t try to leave. She looked around, following the different reflections. She stopped when she spotted me in one of the mirrors.
“Ev?” Her back was to me, but she faced the mirror as if I stood over there.
“Not there,” I teased. She looked around for another mirror that I stood in. She took a step to her left this time, and I moved farther inside. “Not there either.” She turned again, but I side-stepped her. Averting my gaze from the chaos of the side walls, I looked up to the mirrored ceiling as a guide and walked toward her.
Her back was to me when she let her sass slip. She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her head to the side. “It’s not fun when I can’t find you.” Her eyebrows drew up and her beautiful, red-smudged lips turned into a pout. I fought the urge to laugh. Sienna wanted thingsherway, always.
“Bit bratty, are we?” I said, gripping the back of her neck. “Strip.” I released her and unfolded the blanket off to our side. She kicked off her shoes and pulled the hem of the hoodie over her head. The shirt she wore rode up her stomach. She discarded it next, following with her leggings and reaching behind her back for her bra. “Wait,” I objected. “Come here first.”
She took my outstretched hand, and I sat her in front of the closest mirror. She pulled her knees up, watching as I stood behind her. Kicking off my shoes, I popped the belt and shed my pants and shirt. I sat behind her, caging her between my legs. She rested against me and looked up.
“Hi,” she said nervously, reminiscent of the clown house.
“Hi,” I soothed, gliding my fingers down her cheek and along her jaw. “You remember the safeword?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” I praised. I stole a kiss; all that damned sugar spread across my tongue. She was sickeningly sweet, and I willed myself to pull away. “Spread your legs for me.” She did as she was told, her eyes still locked on mine. I held her chin, turning her face so she could watch herself. My hand trailed down her thigh. “You keep your eyes here,” I whispered as I slid my fingers through her center. In the mirror, I saw her fixate on my touch. “Perfect.”
“Everett,” she moaned. I pressed my cock against her back, ready to sink myself deep inside her. Her panting knotted my chest. My large hand captured her throat. I circled her clit as she flexed her fists.
“Sienna,” I hissed. “You drive me insane.” I pushed a finger inside teasingly, giving her no release or friction. “Since I first saw you tonight, you’ve been the only thought in my fucking head.” I spread her slickness more. Her breath caught, but her eyes didn’t leave. She continued watching me finger-fuck her. My nose pressed against her temple. “What do you see, baby?” I hooked two fingers inside her dripping pussy and pumped in and out.
“Please,” she begged.
“What do you see, Sienna?”
“Ruin,” she moaned again. Her thighs quaked as I continued. “You’re ruining me for anyone else.” I felt her clamp down around me.
“I see…,” I whispered before looking at her in the mirror. I tilted her head until her eyes met mine. I thrust my fingers into her deeper. “I can see myself loving you, Sienna. Falling for you. Keeping you,” I breathed by her ear. Her hips bucked against my hand, but she was pinned against me. “You’re mine, do you understand?”
“Yes,” she cried. Her back arched against my hold with wide eyes blown with lust.
“Mine, mine,mine,”I chanted softly as she fell apart. I settled my head on top of hers. “Baby…” She screamed as her cum flooded my hand. She felt like silk, and my cock ached to be inside her. “You’re everything, Sienna. Perfection.” I withdrew my fingers and let her taste dance over my tongue.
So much better than fucking cotton candy.
