Ghosts of Halloween: Chapter 23

I catch her leg before her head crashes and slowly lower her to the ground. Silas did me dirty, but hell, I love the fact he’s here, playing his sneaky little game. As he stands next to Jack, smiling darkly, I see he’s hard in his pants, and that’s all I fucking need.

“Nice of you to join us,” I say with a grin as I hold Harlow, who breathes quick, panicked breaths, in my lap. “Shh, little bird. It’s all right. You did very good. Daddy’s proud of you.”

She freezes while Jack groans, and I grin, kissing the top of her head, letting her get off me.

“It felt good, didn’t it? Now, sweetheart, it’s your turn to make Daddy feel good. Get down on your hands and knees like a good little slut and give me that pretty ass of yours. Silas, be a good boy and bring me lube.”

Jack turns away and presses his forehead to the wall, breathing hard, while Silas curses under his breath and leaves, making the door bang against the wall. I wonder if he’ll come back, but I’m almost sure after his recent victory, he’ll want to play more.

I turn back to Harlow, and she’s sitting on the floor, hugging her knees to herself. Her eyes are dark and glittery, face flushed, and God, she looks so beautiful and young. For a moment, I can’t believe the reality of her.

“What’s wrong, little bird?” I ask, lifting her chin up so I can dive into those wide, innocent eyes.

“Nothing,” she says, worrying her lower lips. “It’s just that… It will hurt, won’t it? I’m not opposed to that, I just… It’s all a bit much.”

“You can’t tap out,” I say, brushing hair off her face. “We haven’t even started, and it will get much, much better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it.”

She flinches away from my touch, fear flickering across her face, and I reach back for her with a chuckle. She stays put as I pinch her lower lip, squishing it red and plump between my fingers.

“You got us all into this mess, and you’ll get us out. Now be my good little slut and do as I say. I’ll go slow. Ass fucking is an art, too, and I’m good at it.”

She hesitates, but finally, her face softens in resignation, and she turns around, offering me her ass as her face reddens with a blush.

For a girl who’s been around so much, she really blushes a lot. It’s cute and makes my hard cock give a painful twitch in my pants.

I massage her buttocks, my hands rough on her soft skin, and Harlow releases a long breath, easing into my touch. Silas comes back and puts the lube by my side before retreating to a corner to watch, his face dark with anger.

“Fuck it,” Jack says, sounding frustrated, and comes closer, kneeling in front of Harlow. He strokes her hair and nape, speaking gently, “You’ll be all right. It will feel good, you’ll see. And I can’t wait to do that to you, too, after he’s done. I want you so much, princess.”

She moans in reply, and I let my fingers come closer and closer to her asshole. I spit, making it wet, and gently explore her opening. It’s tight, with so much tension in there, I think it’s unlikely she’s done this before.

It seems we get to take a lot of Harlow’s firsts tonight.

“Why don’t you help your girlfriend relax?” I ask Jack, knowing he’ll jump through any hoop now that I called her that.

He’s adorable, and his sweet love is so endearing to watch. I’ve seen Jack beat people to a pulp, kicking a guy’s teeth in and fighting five men at once, coming out bloodied yet victorious. He’s tough, hardened from a fucked-up childhood and life, but when she’s around, he turns into a pussy-whipped little puppy, ready to beg at her feet.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asks.

“Give her a pacifier,” I say, watching him with a grin as my fingers glide slowly through Harlow’s ass crack.

She huffs out a sound that’s something between a moan and a laugh, and Jack’s face tightens as he glares at me. I don’t think he gets it, so I clarify.

“Little bird, I want you to suck on Jack’s cock. But don’t blow him. It’s not for his pleasure but to help you relax. Just put as much of him as is comfortable in your mouth and suck. I promise, it will make everything better. Just like a pacifier. Now do as Daddy says, or I’ll spank your ass.”

“Jesus, man,” Jack says, shaking his head, even though I see how his cock twitches in anticipation. “You’re sick.”

“Aren’t we all.”

I spit on Harlow’s ass again, massaging the little hole. It slowly loosens up, and knowing I’ll fuck it soon makes it difficult to control myself. I hurry Jack along, eager to speed things up.

“Just do as I say. Or don’t. I guess she can do without your cock now that she’s about to get mine.”

Jack growls in anger and shuffles around to give Harlow easy access, positioning his crotch under her face, and I shake my head. He’s so predictable. That girl will have such an easy time controlling him, it’s a disgrace.

But then, my chest tightens, and I grit my teeth as I remember there is no future for Jack and Harlow. This night is all we have. And time’s ticking.

I reach for the lube while Jack guides Harlow’s mouth to his cock. She takes him in, just the head, and he closes his eyes, a vein in his forehead pulsing as he breathes through his nose, probably keeping himself from moaning.

“Good boy,” I say, forcing lightness into my voice. “And you’re doing so well, Harlow. Daddy’s very pleased with the two of you.”

She moans around his cock, and Jack shakes his head, his eyes squeezing shut. Refusing to look at me.

My finger lubed up, I slowly push it in, and Harlow squeezes around it reflexively.

“Keep sucking, little bird. That’s all you need to do. Polish that cock with your tongue like a good little slut.”

Jack groans, and Harlow trembles, goosebumps running down her back. I move my finger inside her until she relaxes, and I thrust in and out, lubing her up.

“There you go. You’re taking this finger so well, sweetheart. Keep working on that cock. Suck on it like it’s your pacifier. Just like that, baby girl.”

Jack’s breathing picks up, and he strokes Harlow’s head, nape, and shoulders. She leans the top of her head against his stomach to help her stay in position and just holds the head of his cock in her mouth, her cheeks working.

I remove my finger and go back to massaging her opening, now much less tense. With my other hand, I reach around to tease her clit.

Behind me, there is a low huff of disdain, and I look over my shoulder. Silas is furious, his hands balled, his jaw working as he stares at Harlow with eyes full of hate.

Uh-oh.

“What’s wrong, teddy bear?” I ask, aiming for a joking tone, though my voice comes out guarded.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he whispers, his hand jerking to Harlow, who now rocks into my touch, her soft moans muffled by Jack’s cock.

“She wasn’t supposed to enjoy it.” Silas’s voice is so low, I don’t think the other two can hear him, preoccupied as they are. “And I get Jack, he’s a goner, but you? I thought you were on my side.”

I frown, looking back to Harlow. As I slowly circle her clit, I push two fingers into her, and she cries out, the sound sinking into Jack’s cock. He gasps, his hips jerking up, and I pull out and thrust back in, working the tightness out of her.

When I look back at Silas, he’s trembling with anger, his teeth grinding so hard together, I hear the sound they make.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Are you jealous?” I murmur, low enough not to disturb Harlow and Jack. The scene plays out perfectly, and I’m determined to finish on my terms.

Silas’s nostrils flare, and he steps closer, his body vibrating with fury.

“It’s not the fucking point,” he spits out quietly, so vicious, I flinch. “This is not what we agreed on.”

I study his face, thinking how to calm him down so he doesn’t ruin this for me. Because Silas is clearly ready to blow up. And when he’s in a rage, nobody’s safe.

“It’s not,” I finally acknowledge in a whisper while Jack murmurs something in Harlow’s ear, encouraging her. “But it’s what I want tonight. You’ll get your turn, I promise. And you can do whatever you want. I won’t hold you back.”

His eyes flash, and he settles back with a sharp nod. I turn to Harlow, doing my best to push all thoughts of the future out of my head.

Seize the moment, old man.

I thrust two fingers back inside, and she opens for me beautifully, still tight but not tense. I get up and take off my pants.

I’ll seize the fuck out of it. Before Silas breaks Harlow into pieces, I’ll get to fuck her at least once.

So this is it. One final time before everything crumbles to dust.