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October 25 - October 25, 2024
“Should I be worried about getting kidnapped, Jackson? You mentioned a criminal record.” I laugh. “Not at all, princess.” I wait a few beats before speaking again. “Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”
“It’s dark and quiet back here. I could snatch you up and take you. I doubt anyone would hear your screams over the rides.”
“If you are still here when I come back, I promise I’ll give you what you want. You wanna stop having to be you for the night? I’ll show you what it's like to be someone else.”
“I wanted your first orgasm to be your own.” His voice sounds muffled, my ears still ringing from the release. “The rest will be on my terms.”
“There are only three rules. The first is, don’t leave the carnival.”
“Don’t get caught. Not by me, or anyone else.”
“If you get caught,” he pauses, lingering on the silence. “You get punished.”
“You’re such a little freak, Blair. How does this feel, being my own personal cum slut? Letting me use your body any way I fucking want.” I thrust once more, deep, knowing that’s all she needs to shatter apart. “Come for me, princess. Show me how good you feel.” She lets out a low whine as she comes, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than how she looks right now. Breaking apart, hair sticking to her body as she sweats, green eyes ablaze. “Breathe through it, princess. You got it. You’re so fucking gorgeous right now. Keep coming for me like a good girl.”
“You’re my dirty little slut, princess. This isn't over yet. You just happen to be lucky that it’s also your reward.”
“Aren’t pretty girls supposed to be scared of monsters?”
“That’s right. Crawl for me, Blair. Crawl like the pathetic little slut you are.”
“That’s right, you fucking whore. You take it so—” he groans in between thrusts. “—well.” My fingers slide over a loose shard on the wall, and when my hand wraps around it, it pulls away with ease.
I don’t realize what I’ve done until I hear Jackson growl my name. “Blair.” I can faintly make out our reflection in the hazy mirror, and what I see doesn’t seem real. The glass shard is pressed to his throat, red liquid beaded around where the tip meets his skin. He’s slamming into me, not giving a fuck that his life is quite literally in my hands.
“I need you like this all the time. You look so pretty when you’re being fucked senseless.” I drag my pelvis against hers as I fuck her, attempting for as much friction between our bodies as possible. Peppering kisses up her chest, I bury my head in her neck, sucking and biting there as well. I need to leave as much of me on her as I can. She’s getting close to the edge again, her breaths coming in a heavy staccato. Blair writhes under me as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “I fucking love the way you break for me, Blair. I could watch you come over and over again. For hours.”
“My filthy little slut. Stop being scared of yourself. Say you’re mine. Tell me I can keep you.” “I’m yours,” she whimpers as I wrap my fingers around her throat, her nails scraping down my back. “Come for me, princess,” I say as I cover her lips with mine.
