In The Dark

by Chelsea Curto

But it’s not only scary masks. It’s motorcycle helmets. Goalie masks. Bandanas pulled up over someone’s mouth. I think it’s the unknown that I like. It’s a mystery who you’re talking to, and there’s something so hot about that.”

“That whole ‘if I find you, I get to have you’ game with someone you don’t know would be so fun.”

“Guess Elle Woods was wrong about happy people killing other people.” “She wasn’t wrong about the endorphins, though.”

“I’m not hiding in the shadows. I’m using my resources. Taking her on a long, romantic walk, except she doesn’t know I’m there.”

I’m going to track you down, Maxine. And when I do, I’m going to make you mine.

“I have a habit of getting attached to things. If you keep talking to me like that, I might fall in love with you.”

“Three fingers in your cunt and a few minutes are all it would take for you to scream my name. And since I’m a gentleman, I’d leave your underwear on. There wouldn’t be a hair out of place. You’d walk out of here without anyone knowing you just had the best orgasm of your life, because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He rocks his hips forward, and I feel the brush of his hard cock against the inside of my thigh. “But maybe tonight you’d like to be my little slut.”

“When I play with things I like, I make sure to have my way with them.” “Does that mean you like me?” “Oh, Maxine.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, mouth right at the pulse point on my neck. “That’s one way to put it.”

“My last name? My favorite food? My credit card number so you can buy yourself whatever you want? I can give you the world if you let me, Maxine.”

I’ve always liked being on my knees, but I just found my favorite alter. My new house of worship, and she’s never going to be able to get rid of me.

“You should know something about me, angel. If you want it? Ask. I’ll give it to you. Do you want me to kiss you, Maxine?” “I think I’d like that,” she whispers, and I smile. “Please.” “With pleasure,” I purr, crashing my mouth against hers.

“I bet you’d look so pretty riding my knife, Max.”

“Might need to get some pearls or a diamond on the back of the other hand so I can dress you up when I’m gripping your throat. A pretty necklace for my needy slut.”

“If I were insane, you would’ve left by now. But here you are.” I trace the line of her jaw, smiling when she shifts on her feet and squeezes her thighs together. “Practically panting and begging me to touch you.” I dip my chin, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then her neck. Her soft moan is sultry, and I lick her throat. “Let me fuck you, baby. I’m all worked up, and only you can calm me down.”

And don’t move when I come. Every drop that lands on the sheets instead of in your pussy is a spanking.” “I’m not sure that’s the threat you think it is.”

“I was hoping I could cash them in and see how long it takes you to chase me down.” Max slips the tickets in my front pocket, and I hum. “Want to play, Hunter?” “That’s a game you’re not going to win, sweetheart. But fuck, I can’t wait to see you try.”

“I want you to look at him.” I move my fingers down her stomach, sliding one inside her. “So he can see how much you like being a good little slut for me.”