Page 51 of Carnival Nightmare

My breath catches in my throat as Cade's fingers trail down my spine, igniting a fire beneath my skin. I'm bent naked over a chair in the heart of the carnival tent, wrists bound behind my back. Three men sit watching from the stands, their eyes locked on us while they pleasure themselves.

Cade's cock teases my entrance, and I whimper, a mix of fear and raw arousal coursing through me.

"That's right, baby. Show them who you belong to," Cade growls.

With one swift motion, he's inside me, filling me completely as I cry out. The ropes dig into my skin, but all I can focus on is Cade, thrusting into me with relentless intensity.

My moans echo through the tent, drowned out only by the lewd jeers and shouts of the men observing us. I feel their eyes boring into me, watching every intimate moment as Cade claims me roughly.

"You like putting on a show, don't you?" Cade hisses in my ear. "Showing everyone what a slut you are for me and me alone."

I don't answer, too overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. The rope chafing my wrists, Cade's fingers digging into my hips, the unbearable pleasure as he hits that sweet spot inside me over and over.

My orgasm builds rapidly, and I whimper, "Please, I'm so close..."

I cry out in frustration, knowing better than to defy him. We've crossed the point of no return. My body is Cade's domain, his to command as he desires.

Cade's relentless thrusts propel me toward the brink, my moans resonating through the carnival tent. The ropes bite into my skin, but my entire being is consumed by the raw sensation of him inside me, claiming me for his pleasure. His pace quickens, mirroring the crescendo of my cries. I'm on the precipice, ready to unravel.

"Fuck, yeah, give it to her, good!" One of the men shouts from the stands. "Show her who owns her!"

Cade's rough hands seize my breasts, a display for our eager audience. I whimper as his fingers pinch my nipples, the sharp pain bringing tears to my eyes.

"Fuck her harder!" Another yells. "Make her scream for you!"

Cade complies, thrusting into me with such force that stars explode in my vision. My cries mix with the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain, driving me wild.

I'm his toy, his plaything. And I never want it to end.

"Please, let me come," I beg, breathless and desperate, teetering on the edge.

His grip tightens on my hips as he slams into me again and again. "You come when I say," he growls.

Frustration builds within me, so close to release yet denied. The spectators shout lewd encouragement as Cade claims me. His strokes grow erratic, nearing his peak while I remain wound tight, on the brink of bursting without his permission.

"Please," I whimper again, my voice breaking. "I need to come..."

Cade tightens his grip on my hips and growls in my ear, "Come for me now, baby."

His command sends me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in intense, relentless waves as I let out a ragged scream. Cade continues pounding through my release, magnifying the mind-numbing pleasure.

Finally, he shudders and comes deep inside me with a primal grunt. Cade slaps my ass and steps away. "Good girl," he says, glancing over at our voyeurs. "I think the boys enjoyed our little show."

"Is it over so soon?" One of them complains.

Cade chuckles. "No, her ass needs a good fucking now."

I tense as the idea of my ass being abused in front of these other men makes me so horny. Suddenly, I feel him squirting baby oil on my tight ring of muscles.

With my eyes closed, I struggle to steady my breath as Cade massages the cold oil around my ass. My heart pounds, nerves are electrified. This is so unlike me. Before Cade, I was untouched, and now I'm here, laid bare and fucked for an audience, putting on a show.

But Cade ignites something primal within me, a scorching need to please him, to be claimed and controlled.

I flinch as one slick finger breaches my tight hole, methodically working me open. Cade's movements are deliberate, his touch commanding yet tender. He knows every inch of me, exactly how to play me.

"That's it, baby, relax for me," he murmurs. I take a deep breath and force my muscles to loosen.

Before long, a second finger joins the first, scissoring and stretching me wider. I whimper at the burn, overwhelmed by so many new sensations.

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