Untamed Reunion

Chapter 13

Callum

D o you know how hard it is to find a Ghostface mask right before Halloween? Not only is it super fucking difficult before the holiday, but apparently just overall difficult. Some people want their significant other to fuck them in said mask. I’m all for letting your freak fly, but can we up production or something? I had to drive an hour away to find it because there’s no way in hell I’m letting her down. She was very specific with what she wanted me to wear tonight. My girl wants to get fucked by a guy in a face mask, too.

Primal play has always been something we’ve been into, incorporating the mask will be new, though. I put it on and the visibility is decent enough, I’ll just have to work with it. She bounces in her seat like a little kid excited to go to the amusement park, I guess this is just our own form of it.

Dust picks up as we park and she’s jumping out of the truck. I quickly grab my mask and run around to the other side opening it back up.

“Excuse me?” I ask as I open her door again. She looks back and forth between me and the passenger seat with a confused look on her face.

“You’ve already taken this from me once tonight. Now get your happy ass back in this truck so I can fucking open it.”

She giggles and does as I’ve said to. I close the door, only to open it right back up. I hold out my hand so she can take it and she hops out again. Keeping a hand on her lower back, the truck beeps behind me as I lock it. We make our way through the front entrance before I finally place the mask on my head. It immediately clouds my vision, but she’s going to get exactly what she asked for.

She turns to me to see what the commotion is all about and her breath catches in her throat.

“I’mma just be honest,” she drawls, “this is like ten fantasies all in one.”

I let out a deep chuckle.

“Where are we off to?” I ask her.

“Well, the mirror maze was so much fun last time, why not do the corn maze?”

“You sure you want to go there?”

“Whatchya gonna do, Ghostface?”

A growl is the only warning she gets before I lunge at her. She giggles before turning and running in the direction of the corn maze. You’re supposed to walk down a dirt pathway which leads to another clearing that they’ve planted corn in specifically for this event.

Her black hair whips back and she laughs, turning over her shoulder to look at me. I stalk after her, not rushing my movement and letting her gain distance. As I enter the trail, she’s exiting and making her way into the opening of the maze. When I get there, I grab a map and start trudging straight through one of the breakthroughs in the corn rows.

She may think she has the upper hand, but in reality, that’s anything but the case. I have been coming every night since I asked her, whether they were open or not. Did I really trespass to gain advantage? Yes, yes I did.

I came out to the corn maze and traced every step hoping she’d choose this one to play in. Going through it backward, foreward, and side to side really gives you an insight on all of the ways you can stalk your prey. I can predict each move she’s going to make because I’ve already made them. Repetition is really going to help me out tonight.

Her laughter fills the air as she runs past me, but I crouch low so she can’t see me yet. She seems to be enjoying this greatly. I’m not sure how we got so lucky to have this place to ourselves again, especially with how many people frequent the festival. Fate must be on our side. I get into position, waiting for her to run past me and I reach an arm out, pulling her into the rows of darkness. She screams, but I place a hand over her mouth to quiet the noise.

“Shhhh,” I whisper into her ear. Her heart is pounding against my wrist as it rests on her chest. Her nipples are straining against the material of her bodysuit. She breathes heavily, probably a mix of exhaustion and arousal. “You better be quiet, you wouldn’t want someone to hear you.”

I reach down and she parts her legs for me. Wasting no time, I rip a hole into the new set of fishnets. I snap the button open on her suit, letting the fabric snap up to her hips. Letting a finger drag along her slit, I take in just how fucking wet she is. Letting it glide back and forth, I collect her arousal before I put my finger in front of our faces.

“Looking how fucking wet my little slut is. Does being hunted turn you on, baby?” I whisper my words, hearing other voices in the corn. Wrapping both arms around her, I drag us deeper into the dark. We both love the illusion of being caught, but no one really wants to be caught with their dick out.

I lift my mask just enough to suck my finger into my mouth, I refuse to waste even a drop of her delicious nectar. She watches the movement, infatuated with me. Returning my finger to the heat between her legs, I swirl her clit. Her body rocks with the stimulation, until I plunge the digit deep inside of her.

“Purr, baby, but only for me. Don’t let anyone else hear you,” I whisper in her ear. I nip at her earlobe before I drag my tongue up her neck, needing to taste all of her skin. Her pussy grips me tightly, and I want nothing more than to replace my finger with my cock. She rubs herself into the heel of my hand as I add another finger into the mix. Two fingers stretch her as I finger fuck her into oblivion. An orgasm washes over her, and I use my free arm to keep her standing. Her little whimpers fill the night air with a harmony that I could listen to on repeat. I continue to work my fingers in and out of her slick hole as she comes down from her high.

“Fuck,” she groans as I pull out of her.

“And we’re not even done,” I say as I place a kiss on her cheek. She eyes me with question before I continue. “Get on your knees so I can fuck your pretty little mouth.”