The trick-or-treaters were already out in full force by the time Colleen slid her key into the lock of the front door of the house she and her boyfriend, Nick, rented just outside the city. She grinned at a little witch running by with her father close behind, sipping from a steaming pumpkin mug.
She twisted the key only to find the unlocked. She tilted her head to one side and checked the time on her watch. It was a few minutes after 6pm. Nick must have gotten off work a little early today. She slipped quickly into the house, keeping the porch lights off until she had a chance to put her stuff down and grab the bag of candy from the cupboard.
"Nicky are you here?" she called, as she put her purse on the table they kept by the door. The door clicked closed and she turned the deadbolt. Her keys clattered into the bowl, and she kicked off her low heels.
"Getting too old for fucking heels." She rolled her ankles, then her shoulders and shrugged off her coat.
"Nicky?" she called again walking across their small living room to the kitchen.
On the counter was a glass of red wine, next to a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and a bowl of chocolate covered cherries, two of her favorite things. Colleen grinned and picked up the wine as she popped a cherry in her mouth.
She had told Nick weeks ago that she needed more romance, more spontaneity in their relationship. They had been together for more than ten years now and things were getting a little stale. But she loved him, and he said he loved her, so she was trying to be more honest about what she wanted, what she needed from him.
She was glad to see that he had finally taken action. It had been almost three weeks since they'd had the conversation and seemingly nothing had changed. But now she saw, he had listened to her. He had just been planning something elaborate for her favorite holiday.
"Oh, Nicky?" she purred as she made her way through the kitchen to their bedroom.
There he sat on the bed, dressed in a full ghost face costume, his arms crossed over his chest. Colleen felt a thrill go through her. Nick hadn't been willing to dress up or role play for a long time. He claimed he didn't see the point, since it would all end up coming off anyway.
He knew she enjoyed role play; had known before they were together, and he indulged her for a while. But after a few years it all just stopped. Nick said he simply didn't have the energy for it. It didn't do anything for him so what was the point?
"Nick, are we going to play tonight?" Colleen asked as she sipped her wine. He nodded slowly and uncrossed his arms revealing a knife that had been tucked under his arm. Colleen grinned.
He knew how much she loved the Scream franchise. Even the shitty ones, she loved them all. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that it was one of the first horror movies she'd seen in the theater as a young girl. It held a special place in her heart.
"Am I your victim?" she purred.
He nodded again, bringing himself forward till he was kneeling on the bed. Colleen felt a rush of warmth go through her stomach and settle low between her legs, moistening the crotch of her panties.
Carefully, she took one more sip of her wine and set it on the dresser. She crossed her arms over her chest and surveyed Nick, on his knees in full costume, the long black cloak giving her no hints about his own arousal.
She took a step towards him, and he cocked his head to the side. Her hand reached for his crotch, but he grabbed her wrist roughly and shook his head as he shoved it away. He pushed her shoulder forcefully causing her to take a step back.
"You want me to run?" Colleen asked. He nodded.
"Damn, Nick, you're really getting into this." He nodded again. She smirked at him putting her hands on her hips.
"Think you can catch me?" she asked. Her voice was playfully taunting. A growl sounded from beneath the mask, and he launched off the bed suddenly.
The movement sent a wave of panic through Colleen, and she stumbled back gasping as the knife rose above his head.
"Jesus," Colleen muttered, still grinning.
She turned and ran as the knife sliced through the air. She let out a high pitched, giggling scream as she was chased through the small house. She could feel him behind her, hear his slight huffing behind his mask. She came to a halt behind the couch. He stood on the other side, his chest rising and falling under the black cloak.
Colleen smiled and felt another wave of excitement flow through her.
She admired how oddly sexy he looked in the costume. She never thought she would be one to be turned on by imagined danger, but here she was running from her boyfriend in their home, pretending he was trying to kill her, and her panties were soaked already.
In a blur, he moved quickly to one side of the couch, the cloak sleeves fluttering as he ran. Colleen had been distracted by her thoughts and her arousal and didn't move fast enough. He reached out a hand as she tried to dart away and grabbed a fistful of her dark hair. She gasped as he jerked her back.
"Nick!" she yelped. He held her to his chest. She could feel the rise and fall of it, the thumping of his heart. His hand traveled from her hair to her neck in a flash and he held it there firmly. She could still breathe, but his grip was tight.
"Little rough, hon. Careful, OK?"
He huffed out a breath under his mask and he shook his head. She giggled nervously, but still felt a rush of pleasure at his refusal. He brought the knife up to her heaving chest. Her breathing was ragged from the short bursts of running and giggling panic.
She tried to pull in some deep breaths around the slight constriction at her throat and felt her nipples pucker in her thin bra. She groaned a little as they pressed against the fabric, standing starkly pointed in her shirt.
Carefully, the knife slid under the top button of her shirt. It shifted down, the back of his thumb rubbed over one of her peaked nipples and she shuddered as a jolt ran through her. The sharp edge of the knife sliced easily through the threads holding the buttons to her shirt, popping them off one by one.
"Nick! My shirt!" Colleen protested, but his hand on her neck tightened.
She pressed against his chest and felt the hardening bulge of his cock on her low back. Colleen immediately forgot about her shirt and how she'd have to sew all the buttons back on.
She pressed her ass back against the hard lump, rubbing it up and down slightly, earning her a grunt. His hand moved down to her now completely open shirt, and he shoved a hand into one of the cups of her bra roughly kneading at her breast.
