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You slowly blink as you look at the house in front of you, glancing at the address and picture the real estate agent texted you to make sure you got the right place. When she first got in contact with you about cleaning this building, she was extremely vague when it came to the home’s backstory. Hell, a lot of the people in this town didn’t want to tell you anything about it… even though it seemed so peaceful and tranquil here.
Something about this house, though, puts you a little on edge. It was something about it that reminded you of one of the slasher movies you liked watching whenever you and your friends went to the movies. A two-story building with multiple ways inside the home, with windows both upstairs and downstairs. The garage is big enough to park a car in it and store a few things, and it’s connected to the house… probably through the kitchen.
You push your lips together then begin to make your way towards the front door, unaware of the pair of eyes on you from across the street. They examine you the way you move and the way you carry yourself, the eyes noticing that way your sweatpants seemed to hug your ass perfectly.
You slowly blink as you reach into your backpack for the keys you were given, the eyes continuing to watch until you make your way inside. You step out of the foyer then take in your new surroundings, so you can decide where you'll start after bringing in your supplies and speaker.
The living room has a sectional couch with a coffee table in front of it, a flat screen television hanging on the wall with a fireplace underneath it. All of the windows in the living room have small tables with drawers underneath them, the floor carpeted. The kitchen is connected to the living room through a wide doorless doorway, fully equipped with a stove-oven and a dishwasher. There’s also a sink and a large refrigerator and freezer next to the stove, a door leading to the fenced-in backyard to the right of the room.
The house, all in all, has a very modern feel to it and looks like the perfect family home.
“A landline?” you asked yourself out loud after noticing the outdated phone on one of the living room tables, walking towards it. It reminds you of the one your grandparents have at their house, but less dated and not a turn dial. In fact, this landline looks… brand new? You didn’t think companies still made these.
“I didn’t think houses still came with these either,” you muse with a cheeky smirk, feeling how smooth the material the phone’s made out of is before turning to get your cleaning supplies and your speaker. You can’t focus on chores without your trusty cleaning playlist!
~
You blink twice after looking out of the large (and only) window in the kitchen, huffing when you see how low the sun’s gotten in the sky.
“I haven’t gotten the chance to go upstairs yet,” you huff while putting your gloved hand on your hips, “the sink was awful; it took hours to get those stains out! … the fridge was no better.” You sigh, “Fuck… welp,” you start to take off your latex gloves, “better call the agent lady, and give her an update.”
You toss your gloves on the island counter as you make your way to the living room where your phone is still connected to your speaker.
“I wonder if anything’ll be open by the time I get back to my neck of the woods. I could grab some McDonalds before heading home,” you mutter to yourself while picking up your phone, your movements stilling when the landline starts to ring. You raise a curious eyebrow as you slowly set your phone back on the coffee table, sneering cautiously at the blocky phone while you approach it.
“Should I answer?” your hand hovers over the handset, “I honestly didn’t think it was hooked up.”
Your teeth lightly sink into your bottom lip while you thought, a huff leaving you when the phone starts to ring again. You put a hand on your hip while the other picks up the call, “Hello?”
“Hello,” a calm voice answers, your caution lowering a little.
“Whoever you are, this house doesn’t have an owner yet.” You explained while shifting your weight to one leg, “I’m just here doing some house cleaning before it’s sold.”
“Ah, that figures. Say, stranger, what’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you answer cautiously.
“Cute name, rolls off the tongue easily.”
You scoff with a soft smirk, “If you say so.”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“Favorite scary movie? Oh jeez, I could talk about my favorite horror movie for hours! Slasher films are good, but supernatural horror movies are great to; especially some of the demonic possession ones.” You smile nervously, “Can’t watch any of them by myself though! I scare easy.”
“Can’t handle a few jump scares?”
You laugh softly, “God no; not without clinging to someone for emotional support first. You should’ve seen me try to sit through IT without covering my eyes.”
You blush softly when you hear soft laughter, “That’s adorable, y/n.”
You huff playfully, “Don’t make fun of me. Say… I never got your name.”
“You want to know it?”
“Yeah, well, I’d like to know it. I’m enjoying talking to you.”
“… how’s about this.”
You tilt your head as the smooth voice continues, “Go unlock the backdoor in the kitchen to let me in, and I’ll introduce myself properly.”
Your caution raises again, “How do I know you’re not going to kill me?”
“Scout’s honor, sweetheart.”
The pet name makes you blush softly, “Sho-should I end the call then?”
“You’re using a landline, gorgeous, the cord’ll stretch all over the house.”
You ponder your options before picking up the receiver then walking into the kitchen. You push your lips together once you reach the backdoor, gasping in shock when you see the person standing on the other side. He’s wearing a weeping ghost mask and is dressed in all black; he’s even wearing black gloves that cover his large hands, a hood pulled over his head.
“Go on, unlock the door. I won’t bite; the mask is for privacy reasons.”
You hesitate, poking your lips out a bit while giving the tall man an unsure look.
“Stop looking at me so adorably and let me in… please.”
“I’m not that cute,” you mutter while setting the receiver down to free your hand, unlocking the door. You step to the side while cautiously watching the masked man enter the home slowly, the both of you ending the call at the same time. The masked man closes and locks the door without taking his gaze off you, “I had different plans for you tonight, but then you started acting all pretty while you were doing your job.”
You knit your eyebrows together, “Wait, you were watching me?”
“All day,” he admits as he creeps towards you, “I saw the way you shook your hips to the music you were playing while cleaning; it was like you knew you had eyes on you. Your ass looks fantastic in these pants, by the way.”
You scoff while walking backwards, “If I’d known you were stalking me, then I would’ve shut the blinds.”
“Tease,” he muses before backing you against the wall without lifting a finger. You blush softly, “You changed the plans you had for me… meaning you were going to kill me?”
“Was,” he leans his masked face closer to yours, “but I came up with a better idea. In exchange for letting you live; I want to fuck you all night long. You get to keep your life… and maybe relieve some stress along the way.”
Your face explodes with blush, “A-an offer like that-! Wait,” your blush calms down to your cheeks, “how did you know someone was going to be in this house today anyway?”
“The real estate agent and I have a little arrangement. She sells the house to people; she hires people to clean this specific house and I get to hack them all down without anyone finding out. I’ve got the keys to everything here; you were trapped the minute you walked through the front door.”
You huff, “If you’ve got the keys, then why did you want me to unlock the door for you?”
“I didn’t want to jump scare you, y/n. You wouldn’t be able to handle it; you said so yourself.”
You feel like he’s smiling cheekily behind the mask, teasing you with the information you gave him over the phone.
You cross your arms and huff again, “Glad you remembered me telling you that… what do I call you then?”
“For now, you can call me Ghostface.”
“Very clever name for a serial killer,” you say sarcastically. He chuckles softly, “You’ll be moaning it soon enough.”
“Wouldn’t you rather me moan your actual name?”
Ghostface lets out a soft hum while his hands gently grip your hips, “Ghostface’ll do for now. If you’re a good boy, I might tell you my name as a little treat.”
You try to hide your disappointment, slowly blink when Ghostface gently grips your hand. He presses your knuckles against the mouth part of his mask then guides you upstairs to one of the bedrooms. He follows after you while you walk into the large room curiously, closing the door behind him as you looked around.
“I wasn’t expecting the bedrooms to be fully furnished.” You sit down on the bed, “I wasn’t expecting the living room to have any either.”
“The agent just had all this stuff put in the day before she called you,” Ghostface says while he starts to take off his cloak, “I definitely prefer this décor to the previous ones she’d thrown in here before. Strip.”
Your blush returns to your cheeks before you grip the rim of your shirt then pull it over your head, lightly tossing your top on the floor. Ghostface slowly slips his fingers between his skin and the waistband of his pants as he watches you start to untie the drawstring of your sweatpants, soon standing between your open legs. You shyly keep your eyes off him while lifting off the bed a bit to push your sweatpants past the swell of your ass, blinking once in shock when you’re sat back down before you could move.
“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Break eye contact, and I’ll punish you.”
You timidly look up at him, “Pu-punish?”
“It could be spanking, edging you until after I’ve had my fill… if it’s something that gets me on my bad side, then it may even be me using my knife to cut open your delicate skin. We wouldn’t want that now… would we?”
Your spine shivered when his voice dropped octaves and got threatening out of nowhere, your cock jumping happily. Maybe it’s because of the mask, or the situation you’re currently in, but the fear you’re feeling has arousal twisting around it. A tiny part of you wanted to push and act a little bratty just to see what he’d do, and you would’ve acted out a bit if every other part of you wasn’t hellbent and determined to listen to every command Ghostface plans to make.
You quickly shake your head with your lips pushed together, your body tensing a little when he gently grips your chin.
“Verbal responses only, y/n.”
“N-no… Ghostface.”
You feel his hand quiver like the way you answered him excited him. You bet he’s got a good expression on his face right now… if only you could see it.
“Good boy,” he practically snarls, “keep answering me cutely like that, and this whole night’ll go by in the blink of an eye! Now then,” he lets go of your chin, “Keep undressing.”
You swallow, slow and hard, as you maintain eye contact with him while pushing your sweatpants and boxers down at the same time. You can’t stop the relieved sigh you let out once your throbbing cock’s been freed, kicking off your sneakers before stepping out your pants and undergarments.
“Gorgeous,” Ghostface chimes as he drinks in your naked form, his eyes stopping on your leaking erection. You’re a good few inches above average in terms of length and girth, your past partners (male, female, and nonbinary) were all satisfied with your size. The roll for sex varied depending on the partner you had, but you can tell that you’re the one who’s going to be taking it tonight.
“Play with yourself while I get these pants off,” Ghostface says after a few more seconds of admiring, “keep your touches soft and your strokes slow; you can’t cum without me, understand?”
“Ye-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes… Ghostface.”
He chuckles once, “Sir or daddy work just as well. I wonder which one you’ll use by the time I’ve gotten you addicted to me.”
You pout slightly with a huff, “You sound confident about that.”
Ghostface, “You haven’t seen my dick yet. In fact,” he pushes his hips forward to expose his crotch to you, “why don’t you get a little preview, darling. You can look away… for now.”
You push your lips together then slowly trail your eyes down his body. Past his pecs, his abs, his happy trail… and to the outline of his erection. Either he’s wearing tight pants or he’s got a huge fucking cock, because you can see the outline clear as day (even in the moonlight that shines through the window behind you).
You swallow down the saliva that gathers in your mouth while one of your hands moves to gently touch the clothed shaft. Ghostface grunts softly as he feels your touch, pushing his boner against your palm.
You can’t believe you salivated over this man’s dick like you haven’t eaten in days. He could kill you at any moment… or when you do something to get out of his good graces. You should be cautious and keep one eye on the door, but all your attention is on Ghostface’s lower abdomen and clothed pelvis.
“You like it, don’t you?” he asked, and you could hear him smirking under his mask.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be out soon enough… and then inside you. Now,” he forces you on your back, “touch yourself while I take my pants off. Remember, do it slowly.”
“Ye-yes, Ghostface.” You almost mutter, moving back on the bed a bit before spreading your legs. Ghostface chest shuttered while watching your thighs part, his fingers gripping waistband of his pants again while you started to masturbate. Your rub your tip slowly to slick you hand with your precum before gently gripping your shaft, leisurely swaying your hand up and down.
“Sex on fucking legs,” Ghostface compliments as he pushes his pants down enough for them to fall on their own, stepping out of them while getting on the bed. You whimper softly as your eyes watch his fingers drag along the waistband of his boxers teasingly, knowing exactly what he wants you to do. Beg.
“Don’t look away from my fingers,” he says as if he knew you were about to, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to suppress another whimper. You want to speed up; you want him to take it off already.
“Gho-Ghostface,” your free hand gently touches the back of his taunting hand, “ple-please don’t tease me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“That’s very close to what you to say, but not quite it. Now… try that again.”
You hum in a whiny tone, “I… please, take it off… sir.”
“Mm, there you go.” He praised before practically ripping his boxers off. He grips your wrists with one hand then pins them above your head, his other hand pinching one of your nipples before you can complain.
“Let’s see how sensitive you are,” he muses while he plays with your hardened nipple with his fingers. He pinches, tugs, rubs, squeezes, twists. You squirm beneath him as soft moans and whimpers pour out of you like water, trying to free your hands so you can cling to something.
“Fuck.” He cursed airily before lowering his head, “Fuck it; I should be able to do this much at least.”
He releases your wrist, and your hands quickly grip the blankets for moral support, your hips jumping up when you feel him blow air against your sensitive nub. You looked down to see what was going on.
Ghostface pushed his mask up a bit so he could use his mouth, the cloth attached to the rim of the mask resting against your chest and still hiding his face from you.
Your breathing becomes unsteady as you feel him slowly drag something against the tip of your nipple before something damp and soft rubs over it while pressing against it. You then feel him latch onto your nipple while (what you’re assuming) is tongue continues to lick and flick against your nub. The index finger, on one of his gloved hands, slowly traces the rim of your other nipple while occasionally rubbing over it, precumming leaking from the slit of your cock.
“O-oh-! Fuck-!” you hum a moan while pushing your legs together, a shaky breath leaving you when Ghostface lifts his lips off your chest with a light pop. He leaves a trail of kisses down your body until he gets to your appendage that’s been craving any form of attention.
“Oh my,” he lifts his head to pull his mask back down, soon pressing the tip of his middle finger against your slit. That makes your hips thrust into the air, a needy groan leaving you while you grip the blankets harder.
“Would you be able to handle a blowjob?”
“Hu-huh?”
“If I give you a blowjob, will you be able to prevent yourself from cumming? Answer honestly, sweetheart.”
You slowly blink as you avert your gaze, pushing your lips together as you thought.
“I… don’t think I can hold back… right now at least.”
“Gotcha,” Ghostface chimes before getting up to sit between your legs, one of his hands massaging your inner thigh while then other hovers over your entrance.
“I knew I should’ve brought some lube. … then again, I wasn’t expecting to get laid tonight.”
“Me either,” you mutter. He sighs playfully, “Well, we have no lube, so we’ll have to use something else… hm… take one of my gloves off for me.”
Ghostface lifts one of his hands so you can see it, both your eyes watching yours as they reach for it. You get a little bold, and slowly run your fingers over the back of his hand while the other holds his wrist still.
“This is adorable and all… but…,” he leans his masked face down to yours, “you’re in no position to tease, baby cakes.”
What was it about his threatening voice that made your body quiver and your dick ache? Was it because it was a bit deeper than his usual voice? Was it because he tended to growl a bit? Whatever it was, it has you quickly taking his glove off before he utters another word.
“Good boy. Now,” he drags the padding on his index and middle fingers over your bottom lip, “suck on’em. Get them nice and wet for me, so I can get you ready for my dick.”
Your lips quiver in hesitation before you part them enough for Ghostface’s digit to slip inside. Your tongue presses against the two fingers while you wrap your lips around them and hollow your cheeks, gently gripping his wrists before you start to sway your head. Ghostface’s other hand (still gloved) grips the base of your dick then strokes you to the movement of your head, your hands tightening their grip a bit. The material of his glove feels a bit coarse against the sensitive skin of your cock, but soft too. The feeling makes your hips fidget and your entrance twitch.
“You better not cum yet,” he chimes while watching you suck his fingers, “not until I tell you to; not until I shove my cock up your fat fucking ass… you understand?”
You hum your answer while moving your mouth down to his knuckles, Ghostface a bit shocked that you didn’t gag. This isn’t your first rodeo deep throating, and you’re a bit proud to show off your skills.
“Holy shit.” He chuckles softly, “You’ve got talent… and killing you would’ve wasted it. I’ll have to get this mouth of your around my cock next time.”
“Next time?” you question mentally, panting after he takes his fingers back. He traces the padding of his middle finger against your rim a few times before pressing against it, his eyebrows hiking up when your hole swallows the tip of his finger greedily.
“How long ago was your last relationship…? Just curious.”
You hum in a timid tone while averting our gaze, “About a year ago, but I… I um… touched myself whenever I got in the mood.”
Ghostface hums in a curious tone while slipping his index inside you, “Could you reach,” he presses his index finger against your prostate, “here?”
“Nah-no! Fi-fingers not… lo… long enou… Mm,” you moan while Ghostface lifts a hand to move his mask again, arching your back when he licks over one of your twitching nipples. He adds his ring finger before spreading his digits apart to stretch you, his thick fingers opening you up more than your own ever could. His long fingertips press against anything they could reach, finding places in you that make you squirm and bite back moans.
Ghostface moves off your chest then looks between your legs, “Look at how much precum you’re letting out; you trying so hard not to cum… good boy, angel.”
That makes you visibly shutter in delight, your cock pulsating and begging to explode the load it’s holding.
“I think I’ve made you hold back enough,” he coos while taking his fingers back, “it’s time for the main event of the night.”
Ghostface rolls you over before he watches as he presses his sobbing tip against your prepped hole, humming a shameless moan after your walls surround his mushroom head. You clench the blankets between your teeth in an attempt to conceal your own whimpers and whines as you’re stretched open slowly, your calves jumping off the bed when his tip jabs your prostate. Ghostface pants heavily once his thick cock is fully sheathed inside your soft channel, his hands tightly gripping your hips.
“You look good on your knees,” he muses while he waits for you to adjust to his size, “hell, you’d probably look good on your back too… either way, I’d be over top you, and you’d have nowhere to run.”
You can’t think straightly enough to respond to what he said, focusing your everything on holding back your climax. This far into the night, you don’t want him to stop and punish you for cumming without him giving you permission to. The punishment might be him leaving without fully satisfying the lust that’s been building up inside you since he had your nipple between his teeth.
It’s extremely difficult to, with his shaft resting against your weak spot without moving an inch.
Ghostface spreads your legs a bit with his own before pulling back to his tip and ramming back in before you get the chance to feel how empty you got, stars twinkling in your vision.
“To-too much! Tah-too soon! Slo-slah-slow!” you tried to plea through moans after the blanket left your mouth. His thrusts are powerful and merciless, thoroughly pounding your channel while he chases after his release and your own. He’s a bit shocked you haven’t cum yet, unaware that you were holding back for him. You’re sure he would’ve praised you if you told him… and he’d try to see how long you could hold back.
Your pleas go unheard or are straight up ignored by him, because he does not let up in the slightest. He, instead, aims his thrusts for your bundle of nerves so you call for him.
“Fuck, I knew letting you live was a good idea!” he sneaks his arms around your chest and neck to keep you in place, “You feel so good on my fucking cock; so fucking soft and snug for me, huh?!”
You don’t answer, your eyes shutting tightly when he flexes the arms around your neck.
“You better fucking answer me, or I’ll make sure you don’t get to cum until after I’m done with you!”
“Ye-ah! Oh-only fo-for yo-ou! Gho-Ghost-! Sir, fuck, make me cum! Please! I-I can’t hold back anymore!”
“There you go!” He uses the back of your head to push up his mask, “Keep begging like that, and I’ll give you the whole damn world! Now cum on my fucking dick.” He said before biting down on the back of your neck, your eyes rolling behind your hooded lids as you came hard. Harder than you ever came in your life; your body shuttered and spasmed while your seed left you in thick strings, landing between your legs.
“Shit,” he curses after releasing your neck from his mouth, “your ass is clinging to me so tightly! I can’t-!” he clenches his teeth as he thrusts as deep into you as he can go, his shoulders shaking while he cums, his hot seed slipping inside your tenderized channel. You slip back into consciousness after Ghostface turns you to lay on your back, too tired to react to him kissing you hungrily. His tongue churns around yours before licking underneath it, exploring the rest of your mouth. He finds the places that make you weak and brings you dick back to life.
“Fuck it,” you say mentally while kissing back, a deep moan leaving you as you give in. You wrap your arms around his neck while spreading your legs as far as they could go, your nails digging into Ghostface’s back when he thrusts back inside to start round two.
~
The sun’s rays are unable to shine into the room due to the curtains blocking the window from the inside, the morning birds singing their songs as they usually do every morning. You’re too tired for them to wake you up though, still sleeping peacefully in the bed of the house you were put in charge of cleaning. What does wake you up is the ringtone that plays when someone calls your phone, groaning softly when you tiredly reach for it. You lift your head off the pillow after realizing that you left your phone downstairs last night. Not only that, but it’s been plugged up to charge.
“Hello,” you answer tiredly without getting out of bed, noticing that you were tucked in and cleaned off. Not a trace of last night was left, you’re even back in the clothes you wore yesterday. Well… just your shirt and your boxers.”
“Who? … oh…,” you quickly sit up, “oh fuck!” you shout, both from your back and ass yelling at you in protest and the fact that you completely forgot about the person who hired you.
Before you could apologize, or call her out for aiding a serial killer, you slowly blink after she says something that shuts down all the thoughts in your head.
“You’re giving me this house?” you asked in disbelief, still finding it hard to believe even after she explains the situation a bit more. Ghostface must have something to do with this… did he want you to stay? Were you really that good of a fuck that he didn’t want to lose you?
You sigh then rub your free hand over your face, “Al-alright. Yeah, it’s fine; this house is actually pretty affordable, and I like the furniture you put in here too. Give me an hour before you come over with the paperwork.”
You both say your goodbyes before you end the call, laying back down as your mind gets clouded with thoughts. You have a new home and a possible boyfriend now, congrats!
“He’s not here though,” you mutter to yourself while looking to the spot on the bed next to you.
~
After cleaning up and handling what was needed for the house to be yours, you decided to take a full tour of your new town.
“Ah, the cleaning guy!” the owner of the convenient store chimed as you walked into his shop, “Here for supplies?”
He’s a man in his middle age, and the only person who gave you a little context about the house. He didn’t know too much, though.
“Kind of,” you say with a nervous smile, “I’m actually planning to move into the house I’m cleaning; I just got the keys to it today.”
“Well congratulations! It’s not every day we get new people around these parts! I hope you last longer than the last couple that moved into that house; they just up and left without tell any of us.”
You bite your tongue harshly, fully aware of what actually might’ve happened to them. Murdered by Ghostface.
You walk towards the back of the small store to grab a cold drink, “I have a feeling that I have luck on my side,” you say jokingly, opening one of the freezers to grab your preferred drink.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” a familiar voice asked in a playful tone, your eyes slowly widening after registering it. You hesitate before looking up at the man that’s holding the freezer door open after you let it go, your gaze meeting with the unmasked Ghostface who’s smiling happily at you.