Page 94 of Your Masked Haunting

“You want to be chased again?” I ask her, my voice calm.

Vulnerability glazes her eyes as they flick into the darkness behind me, then back up at me.

Slowly, she nods, her whisper barely audible. “I’m sorry⁠—”

“No,” I cut her off the split second I realized what she’s saying. “Don’t you dare apologize, baby. This is your fantasy.”

“Trauma exposure sex therapy.” She mutters the words like some wild mantra, and I cock my head to the side. “Never mind.”

“This is your pace, mixed with a bit of mine, but regardless, it’s a safe space.”

I take a step toward her, and she backs up, a smirk forming on her lips. She’s back in. We’re just going into the crop, and that’s perfectly fine by me.

“Five-second head start.”

“Five.” I start the countdown, and she immediately takes off, turning and sprinting back toward the house. “Four.” Maybe I pushed her too far, too soon, but that doesn’t mean we can’t salvage the night. I don’t plan on letting her leave until my cum is dripping between her thighs. “Three.” Until her pussy is sore from my cock. “Two.” I want my name haunting the halls of the house, her screaming it over and over. “One.”

I step out of the arch, walking in the path she left behind, and I take off, racing after her at full speed. She’s not going to get super far. I’m a hell of a lot faster than her. But I let her gain a little distance, flying up the stairs and into the house.

I’m forty feet behind her, and I can see her, clear as day, running up the stairs toward the second floor. Thirty feet. I lose my sightline, but when I stomp up the stoop and slam the front door closed behind me, she squeals. I could easily check the cameras, and I will if I can’t find her. I could probably sniff her out from her scent alone.

“Scaredy-Caaaat,” I sing up through the stairs, my hand trailing along the railing as I take the steps two or three at a time. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

The giggle can’t help but escape her, and mine nearly betrays me, as I’m overjoyed to hear the happiness in her sounds. I don’t want her scared or actually frightened. On edge? Yeah. Her nerves outstretched, waiting for me to strike? One thousand percent. I’m heightening her senses, not shutting them down.

I continue up the stairs, quickly searching through the second floor before coming up empty. So, she went up to the third⁠—

Click.

I hear it, the unmistakable sound of her door clicking open, one I’ve heard countlessly since our relationship began.

Giving her a moment to hide or change her mind, I rustle around for a few seconds before climbing the last set of stairs. My boots ascend each step, and before I reach the top, I still as I see her tiptoeing back down the hallway toward her room to the left, confused, as she was already there.

What’re you doing?

Silently, I reach the landing and follow behind her, amused in the way her body is leaning at the waist, her elbows bent and head swiveling, like she’s expecting me to jump out. She reaches the end of the hall and turns ninety-degrees to her left. I watch the redness drain from her cheeks as she spots me out of the corner of her eye. Slowly, she turns to me, her lips parting.

Then I swear she vanishes into the room like a goddamn roadrunner, throwing the door back behind her. It thumps, bouncing off the mechanism.

“You can’t run from me, Mona,” I warn her, quickly closing the distance to the secret door. “Why’d you double back?”

I push the door open, and the vision before me answers the question. The candlesticks she used to use to light the room are all lit, casting a warm yellow glow over everything. A lighter’s on the floor by the door, the reason for her side quest.

She jumps out at me from behind the door, her fingers curled and shouting, “Ahh! Gotcha!”

But I don’t scream or run and hide.

No, I grab her waist, lift her up, and haul her over my shoulder. “Oh, Mona.” I smack her ass, kicking the door shut behind me. “When are you going to learn that I’m the one in control?”

It’s taking everything in me not to chuckle as I replay the image of her jumping out all proudly in my mind, a memory I’m sure I’ll revisit time and time again. But first, we have a few more memories to make.

Digging into my pocket, I retrieve the cuffs. She stiffens in my arms when she hears the metal unfurling. But I know this is yet another fantasy of hers, one we're fulfilling tonight.

“It’s time for our little game.”

I ease her to the bed, her body sliding down my front and sending bolts of pleasure straight to my dick. My stare’s locked on hers as I reach behind her and cuff her hands together, separated only from a couple inches of cold metal. Her eyes are hooded, pupils shot with lust, and she’s practically panting.

“All it took was some cuffs to get that mouth to behave? Could’ve broken these out a long time ago.”