The Hookup

Halloween was the perfect night to release her inhibitions. The perfect night to let her darker, more unhinged nature come out to play.

But after a hell of a night, and an intense orgasm, she’d been more than excited to use the app again this Halloween. Now that she was a bit more comfortable in her own skin, she’d added even more kinks to her list this time.

Mask kink, knife play, choking, primal play… she’d even listed her breeding kink this time, and gone into explicit detail on how she wanted to be covered in cum by the time their evening was through.

Given how specific Julie’s criteria were, she hadn’t expected to find a match so soon, especially by Halloween.

Thankful for her swift response, he’d even told her to be prepared for him to up the ante on what she’d asked for, letting her know he planned on making the experience tonight as authentic as possible.

God, she couldn’t wait!

She doubted that was his real name—the app encouraged its users to remain completely anonymous by not sharing photos or names—but that didn’t matter to Julie. She didn’t give a damn what Stefano looked like, hence the mask kink. The anonymity of it added a layer of debauchery that made her wet, as did the fact that he’d agreed to meet her at midnight in the local city park that abutted the woods.

Julie’s knee bounced with nervous energy, and she thrummed her fingers on the steering wheel of her car as she looked through her windshield.

When was he going to get here? It was just past midnight, but she’d yet to see a car pull up or anyone wandering around the park. She’d been so excited about coming here, she’d completely forgotten to message him for further details on how to start the evening, and now he wasn’t answering her messages.

She looked back down at her phone, eyeballing the last text she’d sent a few minutes ago.

The full moon was out tonight, barely covered by a few clouds, and it was chilly. Not that she minded. She planned on getting plenty of cardio in to keep warm, plus she was wearing a pair of thermal leggings, running shoes, and a zip-up jacket. Not exactly the sexiest of attire, but wasn’t that the point?

Julie wanted to pretend she was being caught off guard, attacked by a vicious ‘killer’ while on a stroll through the park. And then he’d find something sensual about her, spare her life in order to degrade and fuck her thoroughly while she pretended to hate it.

She bit her lower lip to keep a small smile of anticipation from forming, moving from the parking lot and into the park as she cast a hopeful look around.

Still no sight of Stefano.

She sighed, gravel crunching under her running shoes as she stepped onto the trail, heading toward the jungle gyms and outdoor workout equipment.

What if he was blowing her off? Shit, she really hoped not. She’d been dealing with a sexual drought for months, and ever since he’d agreed to meet, she’d been even hornier than usual.

What exactly was he planning to do to make tonight more realistic? The possibilities were endless, and she was excited about any outcome.

As Julie rounded a corner leading toward the exercise equipment, she realized she wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

Her eyes widened, heart skipping a beat. She paused on the trail, her gaze snapping to two men she hadn’t noticed before. The lack of lighting made it impossible to distinguish their features, but her heart leapt into her throat as she witnessed what happened next.

One man was sitting on a park bench, hunched over while the man standing in front of him slammed something into his chest, over and over.

Jesus, it looked like he was beating the shit out of him.

The seated man let out a pained grunt before falling over to the side and collapsing onto the bench.

He didn’t move again.

There was a glint of metal in his assailant’s hand as he tucked something into his waistband. Was that a knife?

Had he just stabbed that man?!

Julie stifled a shocked cry, her feet frozen to the ground.

Next, he leaned over the man who’d collapsed on the park bench, pulling something out of the man’s hand. Her mouth popped open as she saw what it was.

A Ghostface mask, specifically the one she’d asked Stefano to wear.

A thrill went through her, and she let out a loud gasp of delight when she realized what she’d just witnessed.

He’d orchestrated a fake murder scene just to make his identity authentic?!

Stefano’s head snapped up at the sound of her gasp, and she stiffened, trapped by his gaze like a deer caught in headlights.

He whispered something harshly before slipping the mask over his head, concealing his face from view. Then he squared his shoulders, turning toward her and taking a menacing step forward.

Julie backpedaled, her fight-or-flight instincts kicking in as he picked up speed, coming straight for her.

Desire pulsed in her core, her fantasy playing out in real time.

“Stay back,” Julie begged dramatically, holding out a hand as she stumbled backward.

He didn’t pause, bless him, and she turned around, ignoring the direction she’d just come from and beelining straight for the woods.

Heavy footfalls pounded on the gravel behind her, and Julie let out a small scream, not wanting to be loud enough for anyone to actually hear them, just enough to set the scene.

Her heart was pounding, and her pussy was aching as she ran past the tree line, heading for the heart of the woods. Luckily, it wasn’t crowded with trees or fallen branches, so she ran at a consistent pace.

Had she outrun him? Did she need to slow down and allow him a chance to catch up?

Just then, something slammed into her from behind. She yelped in surprise, falling forward. She landed hard on the ground, hands sliding out in front of her as cold, dead leaves caught her fall. She rolled onto her back right as her assailant landed on top of her, his knees on either side of her waist.

He held a knife high above his head, the hilt clutched tightly in his gloved fist.

“No!” she cried sensually, grabbing her breasts and plumping them up under his gaze. “Please, Mr. Killer, don’t hurt me! Isn’t there something I can do to convince you to let me go?”

He stilled above her, head tilting to the side. Wearing the Ghostface mask, the sight was seriously disturbing, but damn if she didn’t love it. Her thighs clenched, arousal dampening her leggings as he paused with the knife still held high.

It shined in the moonlight, glimpses of red catching her eye.

He’d even added fake blood to his prop knife. Holy shit, Stefano was a fucking professional.

Julie bit her lower lip, running her hands over her breasts before she reached for his jean-clad thighs. He watched her, barely breathing, not even moving as she caressed him, working her way up toward his groin. She cupped him through his jeans, a bit disappointed to feel that he wasn’t hard yet.

“Don’t you want me, Mr. Killer?” she asked coyly, adding a tiny shake to her voice that had him growling. She shivered from the sound, finding his button and zipper, and quickly undoing both.

His free hand snapped to her throat, squeezing roughly, and she moaned, angling her head to give him better access.

“Are you fucking serious?” he asked darkly, squeezing harder until her airway began to close. That only made her that much hotter, pleasure making her core throb.

Julie reached into his jeans. She fisted his cock, which was now thankfully growing hard, and pulled him free.

It was thicker than she’d expected, and longer than Stefano had described by several inches. Not that having a huge cock was an issue at all. She wanted the bite of pain with sex, and if he fucked her like a madman, she was going to get exactly what she was hoping for.

She stroked him with the same amount of force he was applying to her throat, thumb brushing the head of his erection and sliding precum all over his tip.

He hissed, the sound distorted through the mask before he loosened his grip slightly. She sucked in a lungful of air, already wishing he was cutting off her oxygen again.

“You’re a sick whore, you know that?” he bit out roughly. Julie nodded immediately, fisting his length and stroking him eagerly.

“I can be your sick whore,” she promised with a small whimper. “If you let me live, Mr. Killer, you can do anything you want to me tonight.”

“Fuck,” he snarled, dropping his hand from above his head. He rocked his hips forward, fucking her hand. “You want to be a dirty little slut for a fucking monster?”

He placed the knife at her throat, the fake blood he’d applied to the steel edge sliding onto her skin. It was warm, dripping down her neck and adding such a nuanced spin to this entire night.

“Answer me or I’ll slit your throat,” he threatened darkly.