Scary in Love

by Holly June Smith

I’m far more terrified of things in the real world, like the persistent dismantling of basic human rights by those in power, urinary tract infections, and falling in

She saunters up the path, but I’m not leaving until she’s out of sight. Halfway up, she turns to call back to me. “Hey Mason Miller, why are you so nervous to talk to me?” “Have you seen yourself, Jenna Laing?” She bursts out laughing, shaking her head as she scans her work pass to enter the building.

“I swear to God, Mason, if I find out you’re actually a ghost and this is some sort of sexy Casper situation, I’ll be so pissed off.”

“So what’s the verdict?” I ask. “I think you’re my dream girl, Jenna Laing.”

“I’m sure I’ll manage, but if I get into an accident and paramedics see me half-naked, I’ll ask them to put me out of my misery right there. And I will absolutely haunt you from the afterlife.” “Haunted by a ghost with a hot, bare cunt? I think I’ve seen that porno.”

Oh god no. Mason’s pleasure dom is here to play, and I understand now that everything up to this point was just a warmup.

“No tricks,” he smiles. “Only treats. I’ve just always thought it would be hot to fuck in a church, and it felt like a better fit than a sacrificial virgin scene.” My eyes widen, and he taps me on the nose. “Ohhh, you’re into that.” Another statement that’s not a question. He just gets me.