Scary in Love

by Holly June Smith

When you see these things as often as I do, you stop being afraid of death or dying. I’m far more terrified of things in the real world, like the persistent dismantling of basic human

I’m fucked. Fishnets are my weakness.

Women have been the last thing on my mind while I’ve been preparing for tonight, but this one has my full attention.

All I could focus on was the face of the man on his knees in front of me. If I hadn’t been in so much pain, I’d have hooked a leg over his shoulder and pulled him closer without thinking.

Even with an injury, I’m so horny right now I think I’d do literally anything this man told me to.

The sight of the two of them tussling and grunting turns me on far more than it should. I’d let him put me in a headlock. With his thighs, ideally.

“Hey Mason Miller, why are you so nervous to talk to me?”

“Have you seen yourself, Jenna Laing?”

“Are you stalking me, Mason? That’s only hot in dark romance, not in real life.”

“You’re never beating those stalker accusations, Miller.”

“Truly, it’s all been a ruse to get you here alone.” That, and I wanted to know what her mouth tasted like. “Dare you enter my lair?”

“Do you get off on it?” I ask, desperate to know if his brain is wired the same way mine is.

“What about you?” he asks. “Does it turn you on? Being scared.”

“Can you explain it to me? What it feels like.”

I may not have a lot of physical experience, but mentally I’ve taken myself to a lot of places. In the fantasies I revisit most often, I’m not in charge. The partner in my head decides for me, takes what they want, uses me. In that moment, I don’t want to think. I just want to exist as a body, a vessel made for pleasure. A plaything.

“You want to haunt me alone?”

“Something like that. On Halloween night, you’ll come up here, and we’ll play a game. Think of it like Trick or Treat, the after-dark version.”

“I want to scare the fuck out of you, Jenna. And then I want to fuck the scared out of you.”

“Boundaries, limits, expectations. I’ll never put you in danger. That’s the number one thing I need you to know.”

“What if I like a little danger?”

“It’s a quiz about kinks, so I can learn what you like, and what you don’t like.”

“As expected, patient displays many of the common whore symptoms. Pulse rate is high, breath is rapid, pupils dilated. Investigations will continue.”

“I’m embarrassed to say, Doctor. I know I have a sickness. Please don’t make me confess.”

I’ve tried to have nipple orgasms before, unsuccessfully. Maybe I just needed the help of a hot fake doctor.

“I said I wanted to feel you come with me buried inside you,” he tuts. “Now you’ll have to do it again. Show me how you play with yourself.”

This isn’t aftercare, it’s the aftermath of something fundamentally life-changing.

“You were perfect, Jenna. You did so well.” His praise is a balm of its own. “How are you feeling? Do you want to talk about any of it?”