Trick and Treat

We’d had this conversation weeks ago after watching a horror film. I had no idea he would actually set it up.

Haunted house, I said, but all sexy scares with just the two of us.

I huffed in the cold to myself after my taxi dropped me off in the middle of nowhere. It was moonless and dark. Shivering, my breath misted as I looked about. Trees rustled around the long gravel drive. Shining my phone torch around me, I couldn’t see much.

My instructions were specific. The list included clothes that can be ruined and ‘slutty AF’ so I went with a too short and too low cut clingy black dress. Tights, old lace underwear, and way too much vampy makeup.

Roleplay was one of the things we did, and Halloween — the Goth equivalent of Christmas — was made for my boyfriend. I crunched up the drive, not a little spooked out.

I’m not a goth. I’m a neon rainbow. I rarely wore black, but for him, I’d move out of my norms and comfort zone. In fairness, it was mutual. Switches can be a dangerous combo, and we were electric.

My dress rode up to my crotch, and I kept pulling it down as I wobbled up the gravel.

I had no idea whose house it was, just that he said it was ours for the weekend if I made it through the ordeal.

I shivered in excitement. I knew the rough parameters, but the agreement was I wouldn’t know most details. He knew my limits and wonts. I trusted him through experience that I was safe, and yet I felt the danger. Gloried in it.

Fuck’s sake, I was already soaking wet at the idea of what was to come.

The house was a great old Victorian brick manor with long windows and a tall pointed roof. Chimneys spiralled into the night, and in the shadowed darkness, I noticed how intricate the porch and front door were. Sweat prickled as I made it up the steps, my spine creeping and palms clammy. I lifted the dull brass knocker and tapped it three times.

A minute passed. I deep breathed, slowing my heart, centring my thoughts. The door opened and swung out into the dark. There was nobody there.

“Ash?” I stepped into the house, not much warmer than outside, and held my breath.

The moment dragged out. I swallowed, but my mouth was dry. The stairs were central to the large hall, corridors down each side, a door off on either side and beyond that, I could make nothing out.

“Ash? Are you here?”

At a sudden noise behind me, I whipped around, and the door slammed closed, leaving me in near pitch darkness. I cried out, hands shaking, and unlocked my phone. In the scant blue light, there was a flash of movement, and I screamed.

Ash rushed me, I stumbled back and hit a wall. He took the phone. All I saw was his pale golden face illuminated, dark hair slicked back, and the hint of eyeliner at his glittering black eyes.

“Stay.” His sharp, deep voice pinned me in place.

There was a table nearby, and he lit a candle lamp. I didn’t move. When he came back, he loomed over in flickering shadows. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves cuffed on his forearms, a waistcoat, finely tailored, and even had a tie on.

“Look at you, a delicious meal delivered to my door.” He laughed and ran the back of his hand down my cheek. “Such tender flesh, warm and sweet.” He continued down my neck and caressed my breast.

He paused and caged me in. He breathed in my scent, and I arched into his touch.

“One question, sweetness, trick or treat.”

“What?”

“Choose. Choose your fate tonight.” He almost smiled. “Or I’ll choose. Trick or treat.”

“Trick.”

“Feeling brave?”

I lifted my chin in defiance.

“I see my precious little brat has come to play.” He spoke close and quiet, intent on my mouth. “I’ll give you a head start. Run.”

I wasted no time, ducked out from under his arms and ran off down the hall with his laughter following me. I couldn’t see a thing, and ran into a table, catching my hip. Taking a breath, and rubbing it, I slipped my loud ankle boots off and tip-toed through what seemed like a dining room, crouching low, scanning my exits. One door was locked. The next clicked open, and as it swung out, a recorded scream played and lights flashed. I cried out and ran in the opposite direction. There was one door left, and it opened to a lounge. Dust sheets covered the furniture.

I panted, trying to calm down. I turned to the side, and a dust sheet moved.

I jumped and scream-laughed, but the shape lumbered closer, and as I backed away, its arms snaked around me, one hand around my waist, the other covering my face as I twisted. I flailed and pulled at the sheet, tangling us up in it and ended up pushed over the settee, I squirmed and fumbled, turning around as I slid down onto the floor, taking Ash’s covering with me.

He wore a mask, a plain one with only eye holes, but I didn’t like it. I crawled away, never taking my eyes off him. He followed with slow grace, over the settee, down onto the carpet, and when I bumped into a coffee table, cried out.

My breathing was too loud, and I put my hands out as he got to me. Ash didn’t speak, just grabbed my legs and pulled me down to him. I screamed. I loved screaming, it’s such a cathartic thing, and to really shriek I have to be scared.

And oh boy, I screamed.

He wore snug leather gloves and slid his hands up my thighs as I tried to get away. But he sat on my calves, crossing his feet under them so I couldn’t escape.

“Please don’t, please,” I started crying, knowing we were only just getting started, but it was too delicious.

I struggled, shrill and sobbing. He waited, and when I was a growling wreck, he reached under my dress.

When his hand caressed between my legs, I shuddered. He laughed. He knelt back, and I tried to get a leg free.

“You’ll wear out too quick, love. Just do what I ask, it’ll be easier.”

“No.”

He shrugged, and in a quick movement, shoved my dress up to my waist. While I fought, he held one wrist out the way, and with his other hand, pulled out a tiny pocketknife.

I nearly came. Knives were one of my favourite kinks, and I knew it was on the agenda.

He flicked it open, and I went completely still. He stretched out the thigh of my tights and cut, ripping them at the crotch.

He slipped his hand down my pussy. “Give in. Obey me. Let me fuck you, I’ll make it so good, and this will stop.”

“No.” I bared my teeth, and shouting, tried to wrench out.

We’d played this scene enough, and he lifted up fractionally so I could get away. I ran to the door I came in through finding it locked, and the only other door was open. Ash was getting to his feet, and I ran. It was a stone floor, and I skidded, rounding back to the front hall, and seeing the staircase, I took two steps at a time. He called my name in a sing-song voice.

It was too dark to see anything, and at the top, I tripped on a slippy surface, falling on my front. It felt like plastic or rubber. I caught my breath trying to stand, but realising it was wet, with lube by the feel, I kept slipping back over. “Fuck.”

I started to crawl but hands grabbed my ankles, sliding me back to the stairs, and I screamed again.

The staircase looked down to the front door with carved bannisters either side. I was too slippy to fight him, but I tried.

He took one wrist, and it was instantly trapped in a cold Velcro cuff, already waiting, my other to the other side. My ankles were next. I knelt on the top stair with my body not quite touching the ground.

“I did warn you.”

I panted, sticky and a mess, and absolutely desperate for his dick.

He tore open my cut tights from behind and pulled and ripped off my scant lace knickers. Leaning forward, he put them in my mouth. The coarse lace soaked up all my saliva, almost making me gag, and I could taste my arousal.

Spread and trapped, I calmed. Quietened. I heard Ash move, rustling, and his bare hands caressed my thighs, bottom, and all around me until he reached my tits, releasing them from my dress and bra. I heard his zip undo. There was nothing I could do but take it; entirely at his mercy. Relishing it, I was so wet, he glided in. I cried out muffled pleading, and he only laughed.

“Poor little brat. Look at you now. You were so cocky, but you’re trapped.” Ash steadied me with a hand to my shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you.”

The stairs creaked as he thrust in hard and slow. I was pushed forward, stretching uncomfortably, tits brushing the cold, wet floor.

I grunted and cried. It was just perfect.

I couldn’t hold back, my body overstimulated with fear, and I came, sharp and intense. I’d have convulsed, but I couldn’t move. I screamed and shook, my body taut as the pitch of nerves pulled hot and tingling in sweet ecstasy.

“Oh fuck.” Ash cried, speeding up. I nearly laughed but bit it back as his roughness stole my breath.

I loved it when he was too turned on by my orgasms to hold back. I felt the warm spread in me of his release, and he went lax. He took the knickers out of my mouth, and I hauled a breath.

I was desolate as he withdrew.

Ash leant over me, breathlessly kissing my shoulder and neck. “Now, isn’t that better? You know this is for the best, to be good and obedient.”

I buzzed and reverberated with him and the night so far. I longed for his sweetness, but nor did I want it to be over. “Let me go.”

“You don’t sound like that’s what you really want, but this no longer serves my purpose.” He pulled the velcro and freed me before hauling me into his hold as he sat on the stairs. He pinned me against him. “Now, tell me you don’t want my love.”

I leant forward so slightly but didn’t speak.

“Check-in.”

“It’s perfect.” I could barely get the words out.

“We can end it now, but there’s more, and it’ll be far worse than this little warm-up.”

It was his smirk that set me off. I snapped my teeth at him. As wobbly as I felt, I was wired.

“There’s no way to get off the property. You’re trapped.”

“Am I?”

At my sneer, he set me onto my feet and slapped my bare arse. I took off down the stairs, putting my dress right. I tried the front door, and each door around the hall, then the rest of the house, and the only one that I could go through was the room that had been rigged up. The scream made me jump as I went in, catching me in fake cobwebs. There was a set of patio doors in what looked to be an office. A skeleton was the thing laughing at me, and with my heart hammering, I tried the door. The sharp air woke me up, sweat and lube licked by the breeze, but it was dry, the cloud had cleared and the moon shone. Woods surrounded the house beyond the lawn, and I took off in a straight line to them.

His cum covered my thighs as I ran, lungs burning, and as I headed to the treeline, I came back to rational thought and had no plan on what to do next.

Ash’s voice boomed, and he grabbed me, lifting me off the floor. My legs still pumped as I screamed, but he held me so tight, I couldn’t breathe. He was pretty strong though he wasn’t a massive guy and hoisted me along, crunching leaves with his heavy footfall out to the trees while I whined and sobbed.

At an old oak with low branches and a thick hewn tree lying next to it, he threw me into the bracken. Before I could get away, he straddled me, pinning me down.

He was so beautiful in the moonlight. A curl of his hair had fallen forward, and his eyes were wild. Slowly taking off his tie, his lips parted. “You’re so pretty all sprawled with your makeup smeared with tears and at my mercy.”

I huffed.

He smoothed my hair back. “Wrist.”

I stared him out in petulance.

“I’m disappointed.” He grabbed one arm and tied it tightly, and then the other before looping them together and tying it off. When he got off me, I tested it, but he hauled me up, and lifted my arms, hooking my binds over a short thick branch of the tree facing the woods.

I shuddered. The pitch darkness was only broken by pale trees, their leaves falling, and there was nothing else. I squirmed, actually afraid of the unseen terror that might be.

“I told you this would be worse.”

I took a deep, cleansing breath. The cold press of the knife scored my back, just a hint of the blunt edge. I swallowed. Ash cut through my dress, tearing it off me. I struggled and squealed in hysteria, begging for who knew what. The remnant of my tights and the bra followed, and I was naked.

My teeth chattered. Ash enveloped me, kissing and caressing all over.

“You’re covered in me. Mine.”

I watched the eerie view and relished his warmth, shuffling my feet in the dry leaves beneath me.

Ash moved about and picked something up. A branch, but it was actually a thin birch strap, and I braced. He shifted and squeezed my bottom, kissed my neck, and grazed his teeth along the sensitive skin. I kept breathing in but not out. My arms strained and hands were numb.

He bit the spot between neck and shoulder, and I swallowed my cry, going still, the sharp pain warming me. With a growl, he let me go and struck. The bitter release of the sharp strike cut into my nerves and fight.

Each thwack up my thighs and bottom made me wetter, bit deeper, and I squirmed and grunted, trying to get away and avoid it; the instinct of body over my need to endure it was my own battle.

A war he could only watch as he hurt me.

Fear floated away. We were the darkness of a cold autumn night. He was the nightmares of my childhood, embraced and bound in love.

The rigidity in my spirit gave, and I could only endure the pain. Transformed and truly alive.

What Ash saw, I didn’t know. But panting, he dropped the switch and rounded me. He kissed my tears and held me in aching tenderness, pressing little pecks to my face.

Freeing himself, he lifted my thighs and angled his cock into me. I locked my ankles around him, pressing my head on his shoulder, and he grunted. I still watched the darkness, no longer afraid. I’d never been safer.

A few minutes, or an hour more of fucking, I couldn’t tell, he lifted my wrists off the branch and lay us on the ground.

He undid his shirt, kneeling back so he towered over me, and with his trousers at his thighs, he held my gaze, leaning down over me, and cradled my head.

Under us was a blanket, and really it was just dusted with leaves. Wordless, Ash moved in me, no taunts, or rough need, just love.

Slower and deeper, and as I was high as the moon above us, the edging release built, warmed by his body, buzzing and tingling with throbbing pain, I was spent and peaceful.

Each building second of orgasm rose in my breath and pulse until a slow tingling trip burst through my body from within. Ash moved faster, his need loud and free. I bucked and spasmed, hot and wet around him, body contorting as he took me. His face was pinched with ferocious lust, building to frenzy while my orgasm seemed to keep going.

Easing flush against me, he kept moving in little circles, moaning the last pleasure until we were quiet.

He gave himself a minute, panting hard before he pulled out and gathered me into his hold. “Are you done? Are you mine?” he whispered, smoothing leaves from my hair.

“I am yours.”

“Good. Time for your treat.” He nuzzled me with sweet kisses.

I was so tired. In seconds I was in Ash’s arms, and he carried me back inside, nudging the lights on as he went.

“Now. I’m going to clean you up and then feed you. Okay, love?”

“Thank you.”

“Good girl.” He kissed my forehead as we went upstairs. The lubed PVC sheet was rolled up out the way.

He must have planned every little thing. I grinned and snuggled into him. The bathroom was new but fit the house, and he set me in the shower, before stripping and joining me.

The hot stream of water was bliss. He cleansed me of the night, washing away the lube, leaves and tears.

“You’re quiet.” He got the last of my makeup from under my eyes.

“I’m…” my eyes closed, and I could barely summon the strength to open them again. “Fucking happy. How?”

“It’s a friend’s house from the dungeon we go to, but they’re away. We have it for the weekend. He let me come over and helped me plan. There are a few other scenarios. I thought maybe tomorrow, you could be a good girl and serve me, and then if you like, play again.”

I reached up to his full pretty mouth, waiting for permission, and with a small smile, he kissed me.

“Yes, please. This was everything I needed, thank you.”

He turned off the water and wrapped us up in fluffy robes.

In the bedroom, comfortable and lit with low lamps, a spread was set out for us, and he poured me a glass of wine before ushering me to eat.

“Have I really earnt you being a good girl?”

“More than that. I’ll be good all weekend.”

 “Well, let’s not go too far, where’s the fun in that? Besides, you haven’t chased me about yet.”

I laughed, snuggling close. “I can’t wait to make you scream.”