Yeah, no. Halloween or not, I can’t do this.
I was too on edge. For once in his life, Blaine would just have to deal with me leaving early. I’d call Kellen on my way out and we would meet up somewhere else. Hell, maybe we could just spend the evening at home, and celebrate Halloween in bed. I was so up for that.
I was prepared to ditch my food and drink and make a run for it, but then the man moved his hand along my hip and gripped me tightly, possessively.
“Where you going, kitten?” he asked in a deep voice that sounded slightly distorted from the mask.
I exhaled deeply and relief flooded my veins. “You scared the shit out of me, Kellen. I didn’t know you were here.” I turned slightly to pick up my phone and swiped the screen to unlock it. I had no missed notifications. “Why didn’t you text me to let me know you were on your way?”
“My bad.”
I suppressed a shudder as I stared at the spot where his mouth should be. It was hidden by black vertical ridges that gave the appearance of a devilish smirky grimace. There were cutouts along the cheek area of the hard plastic mask, but beneath he wore some type of black fabric layer that completely covered his head except for the eye holes. It looked like a BDSM dungeon type of mask, and while many people would find that sexy, to me it was creepy as hell. However, I knew that the man beneath the mask was sexy, and that helped calm my nerves.
His costume was very monochromatic. Black jeans were paired with a fitted long-sleeved black shirt that came up higher than normal on his neck, and black boots. Even on his hands were black gloves. The only bit of color in his costume was the sliver of skin showing between the bottom edge of the mask and where his shirt began, and the small silver spikes that decorated the part of the mask that wrapped around his neck and throat. It reminded me of a spiked dog collar.
I twisted around and wrapped my arms around his torso in a hug. “I’m glad you made it. Thanks for coming.” He reached up and brushed a gloved hand down my face, and then grabbed my ass. His hand caught on something, and he peered over my shoulder, trying to see what it was. “Oh, look.” I shook my ass. “I have a tail. I forgot to show you that part earlier. I’m officially a badass lion now.”
He ran a hand up my lion’s mane hood and flicked the ears the way you’d flick a bug off your shirt. He squeezed my ass again and let my tail loosely run through his fingers.
“You’re all roar and no bite.” His deep voice rumbled through me. “A slutty little kitten who’s a cock tease for shaking his ass at me like that.” Paying no mind to the fact that there were others in the room, Kellen reached into the front of my costume and cupped his large, gloved hand around my bare cock. I was free balling it because this costume didn’t really lend itself to boxer briefs. The lines would have ruined the look. “I’ll rip that tail off and tie you up with it.” He kneaded my sack while easing his other hand inside the back of my costume. “On your stomach with your legs wide, so your tight little pink pucker is spread open and waiting for me.”
I gasped when a finger grazed over my hole. The roughness from the glove added to the sensation in a way that I enjoyed. I couldn’t believe he was doing this out in the open. But it was dark, and there were so many people in various clusters in this area of the mansion that I didn’t think we were really at risk of anyone paying all that much attention to us. There were too many arms, elbows, and asses dancing around for anyone to really notice.
His fingertip pressed inside me. If we didn’t get somewhere more private, I was going to sit down on his face right here, other people be damned.
“I’ve been thinking about this ass for a long time, Graysin. And since you’ve been such a naughty little kitten, I think we ought to get outta here so I can punish you accordingly.”
I decided that perhaps his mask wasn’tquiteso terrifying, not when there were such dirty words and promises coming from it.
I found my voice and rasped out a reply. “The party stays on the first two floors. The third floor is blocked off for the family, although none of them are here right now anyway. There’s a bedroom I always use when I’m here. We could—”
“No, wewill,” he interrupted, abruptly pulling his hands out of my costume. “Lead the way.”
* * *
I flung open the door of “my” bedroom and hit the button on the wall inside, turning the lights on. We stepped inside and I shut and locked the door behind us, then turned and faced Kellen with my back pressed to it. My body tingled in anticipation of what was to come.
He walked around and took stock of the room, drawing the heavy drapes closed as he walked by each set of windows, and running a gloved hand along each door. There were several in the room. One led to a walk-in closet, one into the next bedroom over, one to the en suite bathroom, a set of French doors led to a personal balcony, and then there was the door we’d come through. He rapped his knuckles on two of the doors as he passed by. Nodding to himself, he slowly pulled his gloves off, one finger at a time, and set them on the small antique desk along the wall closest to the main entrance of the room.
“I know we didn’t stay downstairs long,” I said, “but I really appreciate you meeting me here, especially when you’ve been working and you’re probably tired.”
Kellen stalked up to me and gripped my throat with one hand. I swallowed hard, and a thrill ran through me when he leaned in and put his mask-covered face to mine. Part of me wanted to shrivel up in fear because of the mask, and the other part of me wanted to jump on his dick and ride him into the sunset while he wore nothing but the mask. Fear was a weird aphrodisiac.
His grip on my throat tightened just enough to pull an involuntary gasp from me. My heart thumped against my chest and blood raced to my cock. What would happen next? Dark eyes darted to my lips, down to my growing bulge, and back up. He squeezed tighter, but then loosened up and let his hand fall away. I sucked in a quiet gulp of air as Kellen strode over to one of the dark cherry-red upholstered wingback chairs in front of the room’s fireplace.
With his hands clasped behind his back and gaze focused toward the unlit fireplace, his low reply followed. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
“Really?”
I felt like a fish in a fishbowl when he looked over his shoulder and ran his eyes up and down my body again. “You have no idea.” He dragged the chair around, sat down, and beckoned to me with one hand. “Come here.”
The command paired with the gruff tone immediately drew me forward. His posture—long torso pressed against the chair back, legs spread wide, and arms propped on the armrests—looked decidedly kinglike.
“You look very swagger-y, sitting there like that,” I mused, rubbing my Adam’s apple slowly.
“Strip,” he ordered.
Removing my costume as fast as humanly possible without destroying it, I set it aside, then stood before him, naked as the day I was born. I grabbed my cock and stroked myself slowly as he sat there silently watching. He tapped the fingers of one hand against the armrest.
