6. Brendon

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brENDON

I feel like my body is about to burst. This fucking brat in front of me is pushing me to my goddamn limits, and it's taking every ounce of self-restraint I've built up over the years to keep myself from throwing her to the ground and showing her exactly who is in charge here. My teeth are chattering in my skull with the force of trying to keep my cool.

My cock— goddammit my cock is so fucking hard I feel like it might burst. I wish I didn't know what was going on behind the walls of that haunted house. Wish Saxon would have just stayed at home and watched Scream with me like she was fucking supposed to. Wish she knew just how deep my need to own her is.

Every second of walking those halls was like a torturous slow dance of foreplay with no promise of relief on the other end of it. Every green glowing bracelet taunted me, like the wearers were saying 'look what we have, look what we can do. Watch as we disappear down these corridors and lean in to our every desire. Enjoy your hand tonight, bucko.'

The sounds of muffled pain and pleasure echoed in my skull even beyond the loud music and screams of onlookers. The darkness provided a level of heady, sexy intensity that had my arousal peaking higher than I think I've ever felt it before.

And Saxon. God, fucking Saxon. Her small frame tucked into me as we slowly navigated the horror show was intense. I could smell her fear, could feel it in the way she trembled in my hands, and fuck if it didn't make me want to bend her over and fuck her to pieces on the fake blood coated floors.

Now, with her wrist in my hands, I can feel her pulse pounding against the delicate skin. I can see her blue veins right there, pulsing against her translucent flesh under the glow of the moon. I know when I let go, that creamy skin will darken from my hold, blue and purple marks decorating the sunflowers inked on her arm, and fuck if the thought of her covered in my bruises doesn't make my dick weep behind the zipper of my jeans. Her eyes are dark, burning with rage like she's Medusa ready to turn me to stone.

"You want to know what my problem is, Brendon?" she seethes, wiggling her arm to try to relieve herself from my hold, but it only makes me grip her tighter.

"Yes, enlighten me, Sax. Because I cannot for the life of me figure out why you're acting like I ruined your night."

"Because you did ruin my night!" She yells, her voice echoing in the dark night. "Do you know what this place is, Brendon? It's not just a haunted house. It's an underground sex club. It's a place where people come to play, to act out their fantasies. That's why I wanted to skip our movie night. That's why I didn't want you to come here with me. Because for once in my life, I wanted to do something for me. I wanted to be fucked. Really fucked, the way I wanted. I wanted to be chased, hunted, hurt. I wanted to be a man's prey, and I wanted to be shoved to the ground and forced to take his cock until I screamed. Is that what you want to hear, Brendon? That I'm fucking pissed off because I'm horny and frustrated and so fucking wet I'm going to have to throw my panties away when I get home? Because that's the truth. You couldn't just mind your own business. You had to tag along, had to be Golden Boy Brendon making sure I wasn't alone on Halloween, and now my night is ruined. So please, let go of my goddamn wrist so I can get home and fuck my vibrator."

She thrashes as she heaves her anger at me, whipping back and forth to get away from me, but I don't loosen my hold on her. All the blood in my body has flooded into my aching cock, straining to be let free from my pants, so it takes a moment for her words to start to register in my brain.

She knows the secret about the haunted house.

She was planning to come here alone tonight, to put a green bracelet on her wrist.

She wants to be chased. Hurt. Forced.

I let my eyes trail over her, down to where her tits are straining against the fabric of her dress, heaving with her heavy breaths.

In all my fantasies, I never imagined that Saxon might crave the same things as me. Things I've wanted from her since playing hide and seek with her started to make me feel things I wasn't old enough to understand.

I crave the hunt, and she's desperate to be hunted.

I could do it. I could be her predator. I want it. Need it. Need her like a drug.

"What's your safe word?" I ask, my voice coming out cool and chilly, even to my own ears .

"My…" she breathes, stopping her thrashes and looking up at me with dark eyes. "My what?"

"Your safe word, Saxon. You were coming here to play? To get fucked? You needed a safe word if they were going to give you a green bracelet. So, tell me what it is." I grit my teeth, anger and lust mixing in an intoxicating combination, like a shot of whiskey right down my throat. She trembles in grip, and I feel her fear like a vice grip on my dick.

"You know?—"

"Safe word, Saxon." I interrupt through clenched teeth. Her breath is ragged and hot against my skin.

"Vanilla," she whispers, and then even quieter, she asks, "But why?"

I let out a low, humorless laugh. Now she wants to get all shy on me? I don't think so. I haul her into me, grinding my hard as steel cock into her soft, flat belly. Her gasp is so sweet and sexy, I wish I could fucking snort it like cocaine.

"Because, Saxon, if I catch you, I'm going to fucking ruin you. I won't stop. Not if you scream, not if you beg. That word is the only thing that will get me off of you." I drop my mouth to her neck a drag my teeth across her flesh. Not enough to mark, but just enough pressure that she can feel me. When I reach her ear, I suck the lobe into my mouth, relishing the full body shutter it earns me from her. I press my nose into her hair and inhale her smoky, rich scent.

"So you better run, little bunny."

I shove, and she stumbles backwards. I watch and smirk, palming my cock through my jeans as she almost loses her footing. I pull the mask around my neck back over my face and give her a sarcastic wave. She sinks her teeth into her plump bottom lip, and in an instant, she's turning on her heel and disappearing into the dark woods.