Page 19 of Carnival Monster

And then, as if reading my mind, she retrieves a dildo from the bedside drawer. She moans as she lubes it up. And I know where this is going. I smirk, my cock already stirring again.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my voice rough with desire. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”

She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she squats over the head and presses it against her tight little hole. I long to be the one doing that, watching her face as I push it inside her ass, stretching her open. But this is almost as good, getting to watch her do it to herself, knowing it’s for my benefit.

She sinks down on the toy, taking it slow, and I can’t tear my eyes away. Her flesh yields, her body accepting the invasion. My cock twitches, eager for its own release, but I hold back, wanting to savor this.

Her eyes drift open, locking with mine through one of the cameras, and my breath catches. It’s like she can see me. A shiver runs through her, her nipples pebbling as if in response to my gaze.

“You like this?” she asks, her voice breathy. “Do you enjoy watching me fuck my ass, you sick pervert?”

Oh, she’ll pay for that when I get my hands on her, calling me a pervert. I’ll show the slut the meaning of the word.

She moans, low and filthy, as she rises and falls on the toy, stretching herself for me. “You want to put your cock here instead?” she asks. “You want to fill me up, make me scream?”

I do. Fuck, I do. I want to bury myself so deep inside her that we become one. I want to hear her scream my name and feel her nails dig into my back as she claws for purchase and makes me bleed.

But I don’t respond despite being able to switch on two-way audio on the cameras. I remain silent, a dark, menacing presence in her room. Let her wonder, let her imagine.

She moves faster, the dildo sliding in and out, her body taking it eagerly. I imagine it’s my cock. Imagine the tight grip of her ass around me. My hand moves on my shaft, stroking my cock in time with her movements.

She’s close again. I can tell by the flush on her cheeks and the way her breasts heave as she prepares to climax. The toy slides in and out of her ass, her hips moving in a steady rhythm as she rides it. Her fingers play with her clit as she does. I can almost feel it, the tight heat of her ass clutching at my cock. My hand moves faster on my shaft, the pressure building in my balls.

Her eyes flutter closed as she surrenders to the pleasure. “Oh, God,” she moans. “I’m coming, I?—”

Her words turn into a cry of release as her orgasm hits her, her body shaking, her muscles clenching. The sight of her like this sends me over the edge. I come too for the second time, my hot cum making more of a mess of the screen, but I don’t give a shit.

For a moment, we’re connected, our pleasure merging across the distance. It’s almost like I’m there with Aurora as we find release together.

But then reality sets in. We’re not together, not really. I’m still in my trailer, my spent cock throbbing with satisfaction while Aurora’s in her apartment, taunting me.

I watch her through the cameras, my breath coming in ragged gasps. She falls back on the bed, the dildo discarded, and her stretched ass visible to me. Her body is still trembling from her third orgasm. I can’t take my eyes off her and stop fantasizing about everything I want to do to her.

Pressing the button for the two-way audio, I allow my deep and ragged breathing to come through one camera. I don’t speak, wanting to build the suspense and make her wonder who I am and what I want.

She sits up, her eyes wide as she looks around the room. “Who’s there?”

I remain silent, my breathing the only sound. I can see the fear in her eyes when she realizes it’s coming out of a camera, but there’s something else there, too. Excitement. Desire.

“Stop hiding behind the cameras,” she says, her voice stronger now. “Don’t be a fucking coward.”

I make a soft growling sound low in my throat, wanting her to know that a monster is watching. And I’m no coward. But I still don’t speak.

She shivers, her nipples hardening as if in response to the sound of my growl. I can see the goosebumps on her skin and her pulse quickening at her throat.

She reaches for the shoebox, sweeping the cameras back inside. I watch as she closes the lid, cutting off my view of her. But I know this isn’t over. She wants me just as much as I want her.

I lean back in my chair, a slow smile spreading. Welcome to the dark side, little one.

13

AURORA

Ihelp Charlotte into her apartment. As she settles onto the couch, I can see the disappointment etched on her face.

“I’m sorry, guys,” she says, her voice weak. “I know how much you were looking forward to tonight’s carnival, but I don’t think I’m up for it.”

Dan nods, his expression somber. “It’s okay, Charlotte. Your health is more important. Besides, I think it’s best to steer clear of the carnival until they move out of town.”

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