Reading · Author Mahi Mistry

Note: This scene has CNC (consensual non-consent) roleplay.

Mia

Screams echoed around me, people laughing, dancing and drinking as strobe lights flashed over Summer’s living room, which was converted to a stage. I tried to cover my ears, giggling when the hanging skeleton’s bones brushed over my head, trying to make my way through the sweaty, drunk teens towards the kitchen.

“Hey M!”

I rolled my eyes and turned around to see the familiar face that was stroked with black and white paint. “A skull? So original, Aaron.”

He checked me out, heat flooding my cheeks as I tugged at the little red skirt. “And you’re a hot demon or little red riding hood?”

I lowered the red hood and tightening the string around my neck, its silky cape fluttering against my thigh over the black stockings I wore. When I had donned the costume, it felt a little tight but also made me feel very, very sexy. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he finally sees me.

“I’m looking for Summer,” I yelled, leaning closer. “Have you seen her?”

“I saw Emma upstairs, but not Summer. Do you want me to look for her?”

I shook my head. “No, thank you.”

It was weird. And very odd for Summer to vanish from the party she was hosting, especially for her favourite holiday. I hoped she was okay wherever she was.

Feeling the little vibration of my phone in the pocket of my little purse, I walked into the corner of the back room, excusing Cinderella making out with a Ninja Turtle.

“Hello?”

“Hello,” a hot voice drawled through the other side. “Who is this?”

I bit my cheek. “You are the one who called me, Mister…” I checked the number, and it was unknown. “Unknown.”

“And I asked who is this?” He chuckled, making me shiver as if he was brushing his lips against my ears. “What’s your name?”

“I’m busy, Mister Unknown. You must’ve called a wrong number.” I ended the call and before I could look for Summer, my phone trilled again.

“Hello.”

“Hello, you… again.” I sighed, eyeing the crowd and the digital clock in the kitchen. It was way past midnight, and I hadn’t seen Summer since she dressed up as a sexy witch. “Why’d you call?”

“Because I like the sound of your voice.”

“I’m busy.”

“Don’t you want to talk to me?”

I pursed my lip. “Who are you?”

“Tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine.”

“That’s so original.” I rolled my eyes, nerves knotting in my stomach. “What? Are you going to ask me about my favourite scary movie now?”

“I was going to, but you beat me to it,” he chuckled again, and I remembered how that voice sounded from between my legs when he teased me. I clenched my phone, getting back into the role. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Why? Are you single, Ghostface?” I asked in a low, sultry voice. “Do you need a partner?”

“Maybe,” he hummed. “Do you?”

“Yes, I do.”

He went quiet. “Tell me your name then.”

“Why?” I chuckled, leaning back on the wall and twirling my hair. “I told you I have a boyfriend.”

“Because I want to know who I’m looking at.”

I froze, straightening up and looking around. There were too many people in the house and I couldn’t see the signature black and white face mask with a dark cape.

“W-what did you just say?” I asked, my breathing increasing. “I’m hanging up. Prank someone else.”

“Don’t you fucking hang up, you little slut.” I gaped at his harsh, low voice. “If you do, I’ll gut you before you even call your boyfriend.”

“I’m not falling for your prank. Nice try.” I ended the call, elbowing my way towards the staircase and climbing upstairs.

I bumped into Emma, who was frowning. She was dressed up as Jennifer from Jennifer’s Body in a white dress splattered with blood. Black wig suited her. “Hey, Em. Have you seen Summer?”

She looked up at me, her brows were furrowed. I touched her arm. “Are you okay?”

Emma shivered and pulled me to the side. “Someone called me moments ago.”

“Who?”

She shrugged, showing me the screen. “Ghostface. I think they were trying to prank me. Asking me if I had killed anyone yet.”

Shit. Did he call Emma before me accidentally? Could be or…

“It could be Summer.”

“I haven’t seen her for a while either. Even called her, but she isn’t picking up.” She tried the knob on Summer’s room, but it was locked. “Summer! Open the door!”

I knocked too. “Summer! Are you okay? If you’re busy having sex, then yell mayonnaise—”

Her door unlocked, and she glared at us. She looked pale, with mascara smudged underneath her eyes. “What the hell happened to you?” Emma demanded, but Summer closed the door behind her and staggered forward. She had even changed from a sexy witch to… normal human wearing baggy clothes.

“I feel sick,” she rasped.

I touched her forehead. “No shit, Sherlock. You are sick. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“N-no,” she coughed. “It’s my party. I need to—”

Emma snatched her tee shirt and dragged her onto her bed, plopping her down. “Sleep. I’ll ask Caleb to get rid of everyone.”

I handed her a clean glass of water and an aspirin from her drawer. Summer ignored the tablet and drank the water, her voice croaking before she fell back on her bed and covered herself with a blanket. Her room was a mess, too.

“Do you want me to call your Nona?” I asked softly, rubbing her back when Emma talked to her boyfriend, who was dressed in a casual tee, leather jacket.

“Sure. Call her if you want to visit my funereal tomorrow.”

I patted her head. I should’ve known. Her grandparents were… unusual, to say the least.

“Do you want me to stay?” I asked, looking around the clothes scattered around. “I can clean up the room and cook some chicken soup—”

“No,” she answered, looking straight at me. “I know you have a date night with your hot, older boyfriend.” Blush flooded my neck and ears. “I don’t want to keep you here. I’ll be fine after some rest.”

Emma suggested, “I can stay. Caleb can sleep on the couch.”

“You don’t have to—”

Emma ignored her and smiled at me. “It’s settled then. I’ll look after her. You go have your sexy Halloween date.”

That left no question. I kissed her on the cheek and we said our goodbyes. Just as I stepped out of the house, the chilly October wind made me shiver. I should’ve at least brought some sweater or hoodie. I felt bare.

My phone rang again.

“Can you please stop—”

“Shh. Don’t hang up again or I’ll cut you.” That shut me up. “You look sexy as a little red riding hood, Mia.”

I scanned the porch and almost empty driveway that was filled with cars before. Pumpkin luminaries lined the sidewalk, ghosts hanging from the tall trees that creaked with the wind. Despite roleplaying as a serial killer, I was glad that he was watching me. It made my skin warm.

“Where are you? How do you know my name?” I demanded, quickening my pace and struggling to open the door of my car.

“I know everything about you, little red,” he crooned as I finally sat down in the driver’s seat, my heart rate increasing. We had discussed everything, but he hadn’t told me how he’d ‘catch’ me. It fueled my veins with anticipation and fear.

“What?” I asked breathily.

“That you’re not wearing any underwear right now.” He chuckled when I clenched my thighs, trying to start the car but my hands were shaking so much. “Naughty little slut. You want to get railed by the big bad wolf, huh? Or just Ghostface?”

I whimpered. “Please. Stop. What do you want?”

“I want you to start driving,” he instructed, ordering me to follow his directions. “If you don’t… well, I’d hate to kill your boyfriend before I can taste you.”

“N-no! Please don’t hurt him. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, hm?” I could hear the grin on his face when he said, “Stay quiet.”

I frowned when the phone call ended. “Stay quiet? What? Why?”

A cold shiver rolled over my body when I felt someone moving in the backseat. I opened my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand covered my mouth, pinning my hands on the seat. Panic and fear kicked in, but I could smell his pine and musky cologne.

James. It’s just James.

“I told you to be quiet, little Red.” My eyes widened when I saw the Ghostface mask on him, his voice rumbling through my veins. “Guess I’ll have to shut you up.”

I couldn’t let out a single squeak as he dragged me to the backseat, my cape getting stuck on the front seat, making my hair fall free. My back was pinned on the leather seat as I struggled to move, his weight dropping on my waist, my legs useless.

“Let me go, please!” I begged, trying to shake off his hand holding both of my wrists. “I’ll give you money—”

“Shh. I don’t need your money. I need you,” he hissed, wrapping black tape around my wrists, binding them. Arousal gushed out of me and I had to squeeze my thighs together. I groaned when he removed a glove and pushed two fingers inside my mouth. “If you don’t stay quiet, I’ll gag your mouth.”

I shook my head, sucking on his fingers and trying to move my hips when the mask tilted, a deep chuckle rumbling from his body making me feel warm and hot all over.

God, I wanted to beg him to fuck me now.

He removed his fingers from my mouth and lifted my skirt, cupping my bare pussy in his hand. “Look at you…” he groaned, sliding his hand over my slicked lips. “Your pussy is sopping wet for me.”

“Please… no,” I said weakly, trying to grind on his hand.

“Aren’t you a little slut?” he crooned, pulling out a glinting sharp knife and running the end through my stocking, tearing it slowly. “Getting so wet for anyone who’ll touch your pussy, hm?”

“No!” I whimpered, breathing heavily when he tilted my head, the cold sharp end of the knife sliding over the thin top of the costume. “I-I’m not a slut.”

“Oh, but you are,” he rasped, sliding two fingers inside me and chuckling when I clenched around him. “I’d love to fuck your little cunt, Red.”

“N-no, please no!” I said, grinding harder on his hand, releasing a breath when the knife tore my blouse and bra in one snip. “Please don’t hurt me.”

He chuckled, moving the knife to my face, making me go still as he leaned closer and whispered, “I’ll do anything I want with you, Red. You’re mine.”

My lips parted when he pulled back and moved me in a sitting position, waving his knife to his leg. “Come on, unzip me.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I awkwardly shuffled on my knees on the seat and unzipped his pants with much struggle. Turns out, it’s really hard to undo a zipper when your hands are bound with a tape. My fingers brushed through his boxer briefs and arousal zinged through me. He was so hard, my mouth watered.

“Attagirl.” I gasped when he spanked my butt, threading his hand through my hair and pulling me down on his lap. “Now, use your little mouth and suck me off.”

Before I could say no, he shoved me down on his length, my lips stretching around his thick girth and tasting the salty pre-cum. I groaned and, scrunching my hands on his thigh, I sucked on him. Despite his crude words, his hands were gentle on my hair, stroking my body through the ripped-up costume and letting me bob on his length at my own pace.

“Fuck—Red.” He moaned, his voice reverberating through the mask. “Your mouth… makes me want to lock you up and keep you in my basement.”

I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut as I licked his vein.

“You’d love it, wouldn’t you?” He groaned, thrusting his hips to fuck my mouth. “Little slut like you would. I’ll feed you, bathe you, take care of you and in return…” He tugged at my hair and pushed me down on his length, tears streaming down my face as I deep throated him, “I’ll fuck you everywhere. Your mouth, your pussy, your little ass.”

I squirmed, tapping his thigh and he quickly loosened his hold, letting me pull away and breathe. He grabbed my face, pushing a thumb inside my mouth.

“I promise not to kill you if you let me see your pretty cunt, yeah?” he asked in a sweet voice, flipping me and pushing my face down on the seat and spreading my cheeks apart and swearing. “Fucking slut. Look how wet you are… I’m gonna fuck you raw.”

“N-no!” My whimper was muffled, my legs trembling with anticipation when I felt the thick head of his cock sliding over my wet lips.

“Oh, yes, sweet girl,” he groaned, teasing both of us. “I’m gonna fuck you and breed you.”

With that, he fucked me. Sliding inside me in one harsh thrust that made my body rock and toes curl. He was pulsing inside me, giving me no time to adjust before he retreated and fucked me again in a punishing thrust. I was moaning and crying into the seat, clenching him as he kept rutting inside me, squeezing and spanking my ass as he liked.

“Need to see your tits. Turn around,” he ordered, pulling out only to drop me on my back and groping my breast before slamming inside me. “Fuck, baby. You have perfect tits.”

I cried out when he pinched my nipple, rolling his hips and fucking me harder and faster. Sweat dripped down my neck and the insides of the window were getting foggier. Sounds of my moans, skin slapping against each other, his grunts filled the car, the scent of our arousal hanging in the air.

“I-I… please!” I gasped out, clenching him when I felt my release roll out of me in waves of pleasure. He chuckled, keeping his pace when my pussy spasmed around his cock, his fingers moving over my clit roughly that made my orgasm stretch out.

“Gonna cum inside you, Red.” He made a low groan and held my hips tight as his warm load coated up my insides, making me whimper and squeeze my eyes shut.

I was panting by the time I opened my eyes, moaning and trembling on the seat, when I saw the masked face between my spread-out legs.

“W-what are you doing?” I managed to ask, trying to pull away, but my hands were still bound and I felt exhausted.

“Shh.” He purred, his fingers sliding over my lips and then pushing inside me. “You’re leaking everywhere. I’m making sure you keep my cum, Red.”

“W-what?” I sputtered.

“I’m fucking my creampie inside your little cunt,” he growled, moving his fingers inside me, making me whimper and close my legs. But he smacked my thigh, keeping it spread and pulled away when I was quivering from another aftershock of the orgasm.

“You okay, Princess?”

I opened my eyes and sighed at the sight of James’ handsome face, his blue eyes sparkling as he watched me sprawled out on the backseat of the car. His hair was tousled as he leaned over and brushed his lips over my knee.

“I need you,” I said, raising my arms and he quickly swooped me up on his lap, stroking my back and legs, gently removing the tape. I was surprised that it didn’t hurt or itch at all like the usual duct tape.

Trust James to find a tape for perfect consensual non-consent Ghostface role-play.

“My sweet Princess,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “You did so well.”

“So did you,” I mumbled, heat flushing my cheeks. “You scared me and made me so horny.”

He grinned, kissing me on the lips. “It was hot to see you scared and wet for me. Now let me be your Daddy and take you home.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, trailing my finger over his jaw. “What will you do once we reach home?”

He patted my ass. “I’ll clean you up and make you grilled cheese sandwich.”

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, grinding over him, “That’s so hot, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!”

James chuckled, keeping me on the seat and straightening my clothes as much as he could. “Oh yeah? Carbs do it for you?”

“Very!” I nodded, snuggling into the blanket he wrapped around me.

He brushed his lips over mine and smiled. “Get some rest, brat.”

I smiled at him, his sharp face and caring eyes. Only he could scare the shit out of me and get me wet at the same time, and then talk about a grilled cheese sandwich.

I loved him.

“By the way, did you accidentally call Emma before me? By any chance?”

He frowned, settling in the driver’s seat. “I didn’t. Why’d you ask?”

He didn’t call Emma? Then who called her? Must be a prank call.

Shaking my head, I answered. “Nothing. I’m craving cheese.”

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