EroticReverie

Ryker

I smile down at Cecelia as she stands beside me. It's nearly eleven p.m, and I've spent all day with her. All day with her tiny little pussy on my mouth and my fingers inside of it. Now we're standing in line to get into Terror. It's a wide open haunt on a few acres of land. With corn mazes and trails through the woods with paid scare actors at every turn. Cecelia's nails are digging into my skin, even through the long sleeved shirt I have on as she grips my arm. 

Millie stands there with my brothers and their girls, Diesel's arm slung around her shoulders as she looks at me. I guess I'd made it a bit awkward, fucking her the other day. We talked earlier today, all of us. Millie was interested in dating Diesel and Lena and Brynn. Interested in the way we lived together, as one family. 

"She hates this stuff." Millie says, and Cecelia looks to her bestfriend, Millie studies me. "How did you get her to agree to come?" 

A small smirk graces my lips as I lift my hand to Cecelia's head, stroking my hand over the top of it and then gripping her long ponytail and sliding my hand down it.

"I have a way with words. "I lie. Smirking at Cecelia as she jerks her head up at me. 

"Don't I doll?" I look down at her as she narrows her brows.

"Not really." she bites out and my grin grows and I slip my hand to the back of her neck and squeeze slightly and I watch her tight little scowl on her face , her body surrendering from the simple gesture, her mouth parting as she exhales. 

I stroke the side of her neck with my thumb and lean down as she tilts her head back and looks up at me and I smile as I bring my mouth to hers, kissing her sweet little mouth with a soft growl that has her lips pushing back and I smile against her mouth.

"You're such a good girl Cecelia" I whisper for only her to hear and she whimpers.

Cecelia was finally at the point where she'd begged me to fuck her. My girl wanted it. My little doll wanted me to fuck her so badly, that I'd told her if she came tonight. I'd give her exactly what she needs. I'd have given it to her anyways. Because I was at my limit when it came to holding back with her. 

"I still can't believe what happened to that detective." Millie says and I watch Cecelia as she registers what Millie is saying. The news broke about the gruesome murder of the detective. The whole town was on edge, worried there might be a serial killer on the loose. Which made tonight all more fun for me. Cecelia had cried a little when finding out the news earlier. Two men she'd had contact with, were dead. It didnt matter she hadnt returned the advances of the detective. She'd known him, however briefly. Then she'd confided in me, that she thought she was bad luck. She told me about her ex, the man she'd moved in with as a runaway. The man that took advantage of her when she was only sixteen, and he was in his thirties. She told me how she'd heard he was murdered. It was all I could do not to smile, knowing I'd taken that fuckers last breaths with my bare hands. Three men have died, all of them tied to her in one way or another, and it was messing with my poor little Cecelia's head. 

"He beat his wife." I remind Millie. "I doubt he's going to be missed." 

Cecelia looks at me, her eyes on mine as I look down at her and we all step forward as the line moves. Music and screams filtering through the air as we stand under the last bright lights on the property before we're allowed in. 

I've killed three men for the pretty little doll looking up at me as I smile down at her, my hand on her face, my thumb brushing her lower lip, my cock growing behind my zipper as I get the urge to plunge every inch of my dick into her pretty little mouth. 

Her eyes close a moment as I brush my thumb over her lip, my heart swelling along with my cock as she pushes a soft kiss to the pad of my thumb and I groan, and push it over her lip and into her mouth, her eyes lifting as I lick my lips, looking down at her as she lifts a hand to my wrist, holding it as she sucks my thumb, her soft tongue pushing over it. 

There's a few looks from surrounding groups waiting to get in, but her eyes stay on mine, and her mouth continues to suck and I feel my cock stiffen even harder as she bites me hard with her teeth, my nostrils flaring, my jaw clenching as a wicked little smile crosses her mouth and she tilts her head back to take my thumb out of her mouth. 

The girl dressed like a zombie at the front gate is giving the run down of rules. No recording, no touching the actors, and then reminds us that the actors can't touch us either.

Cecelia's head is turned slightly, listening to the woman and I lean down.

"The actors can't touch you little doll..but I can....so don't consider yourself safe." I whisper and her breath hitches and I know, I just fucking know her pussy is reacting, I know the panties she's got on under those legging are already working their way to becoming the drenched little prize that I plan to rip from her body later tonight. 

"With you? I never do." she whispers over her shoulder and I grin to myself, as I stand behind her , one hand on her waist, the other sliding over her shoulder and down over the front of her chest. I feel the little raise of her chest as I slide my hand down the front of her top, grabbing hold of her perky breast and squeezing it hard as I grip her waist and lean my mouth to her ear. 

"Does it ache Cecelia?" I whisper, and I feel her little whimper more than I hear it as the pre recorded welcome track plays as the female worker unhooks the rope and let's our group in next, my hand sliding out of her top as she walks ahead of me, looking over her shoulder and up at me. 

I cock my brow. 

"You make it ache every second of the day Ryker." she answers and my nostrils flare and my cock pulses with her confession. 

My brothers and the girls and Millie are all walking ahead of us, the other few people let in with us, follow behind as I stop with Cecelia and grab her hand. 

"This way." I say, leading her toward the corn maze instead of the trail. 

"What? But they're all-" she says and then huffs as I pull her toward the corn maze, my brothers watching over their shoulders, the girls turning to look, Millie's eyes on me, watching me lead her friend away. I love how protective she is of her, how she knows Cecelia can't stand being scared, but she doesnt give protest to me taking her friend off on our own. 

"Are you going to make me run from you?" she asks and I smile down at her. 

"Not tonight." I say as she swallows and then both of her hands are holding my arm she creeps beside me as we enter the tall cornstalk maze. There's speakers hidden within the maze, meant to disorient the people walking through, giving extra scares, creating random noises. Voices, the sounds of children laughing, growls, and taunts of manic voices asking if youre scared yet, asking if youre going to cry. My cock throbs as Cecelia stiffens when the stalks move head of us. Her fear, even if i'm not the one truly causing it, makes my cock painfully hard. 

"I don't want to do this" she whispers. 

"Yes you do...you're my brave little doll Cecelia...and I want you nice and wet for me when I fuck you tonight...and we both know your cunt is dripping already..." I whisper back and she whimpers. 

"Really Ryker, I don't want to do th-" She screams as someone jumps out from around the corner, a large fake knife covered in red corn syrup in his hand, his face pale with grey paint and dark makeup around his eyes, more fake blood splattered all over his clothes and running down his chin.

Cecelia jumps as she screams, nearly knocking herself onto her ass. I just smile as the guy with the knife lifts the knife and laughs demonically and then disappears back into the corn stalks as Cecelia buries her face in my chest. 

"get me the fuck out of here" she says, her hands grabbing hold of the sides of my shirt, gripping it in her fists. 

"Please" she begs. 

"And miss all the fun doll? No...no" I shake my head and grab her chin and tilt it up and look down at her. 

"they can't hurt you. only I'm allowed to do that. You're safe with me..for now Cecelia." I give her a wicked grin. Her lower lip trembles and I slip my hand to her back, leaning down I capture her trembling lip with my teeth and groan as she hisses. Pulling her lip from my mouth. 

"Please...don't make do this" she breathes, but I can tell, as much as she hates it, as much as it terrifies her, she want's me to make her go through the maze, she likes it, she liked being forced to do things she wouldnt normally do, even if they have her shaking like a leaf against me. 

"Turn around, and walk Cecelia. We're not leaving." I say and she whimpers. 

"Please" she breathes.

"I said fucking walk." I growl at her and she trembles, snatchingher hands from me. 

"You're a bastard" she says as anger mixes with her fear. 

"Do you really want to make me angry Cecelia? Really? Here? Because the actors in this maze will be the least of your worries if you piss me off Cecelia." 

"screw you" she huffs and turns and then faces the entrance, the same guy pops back out of the stalks and she screams, running forward as he tries to get us to move away from the entrance and further into the maze. 

"Fuck!" she shrieks as another person pops out when she rounds the corner. I can hear her panicked panting as she nearly crumbles to the ground in fear as the man with a mask stands there over her. Her legs fucking shaking and my cock throbs as she cowers with a little yelp. 

I smirk as I walk towards her, grabbing her arm, she's frozen in place and too afraid to move. Because even though you're told they can't touch you or hurt you, for some, that logic doesnt work when you're inside, when you're actually being scared. You forget the rules, and forget that this is all fake, even if it's for just the split seconds when the actors jump out, or something makes me you jump. 

What Cecelia doesn't know, is that I own Terror as well. Me and my brothers run it all year. During fall it's open every night, the rest of the year, it's just the weekend nights. So I know what's coming in the middle of the maze, and my cock leaks precum thinking of the terror that's going to be on her pretty little face when she sees it. 

The anticpation kills me as she takes wrong turn after wrong turn, jumping back and screaming each time a new actor pops out at her, she only holds onto me here and there, then remembers she's mad at me and lets go again. 

We're getting closer and just imagining the way she's going to fucking cripple with fear has my heart pounding. 

"this way" i growl at her, pulling her to the side when she goes to take another wrong turn again. She listens, too busy panicking and breathing hard, trembling, her body shivering over and over as she listens to the sounds. 

We're close...so..fucking close.