Page 31 of Carnival Monster

The knife dances higher, teasingly close to her cunt, and her breath catches in her throat. I pull back momentarily, locking eyes with her wide, expectant gaze.

“Do you trust me?” I murmur.

Her nod is small, but it’s all I need. With a final, lingering glance at her, I move my mouth back to her cunt, trailing the knife along her inner thighs in tandem to unravel her completely.

Her thighs squeeze tight around my masked face as she writhes, her cries echoing through the empty fairgrounds. I savor the sweet taste of her on my tongue, her moans spurring me on as I relish the power I hold over her body, over her pleasure.

With each flick of my tongue, she tenses, her back arching. I stroke inside her with my tongue, relishing the way she shakes, knowing she’s on the edge. I want to feel her explode, feel the full force of her release.

She bucks wildly, her body convulsing as she cries out, her juices flowing over my tongue. I drink her in, my body responding to her pleasure. The monster lurking within me stirs, craving more.

I stand and slip my mask back into place, my eyes fixed on her. She’s panting, her skin flushed, and her eyes glazed with satisfaction. But the night is far from over.

My gaze rakes over her naked body, taking in the way she shivers, her wrists still bound, her legs trembling. She’s completely at my mercy.

Reaching behind me, I draw my gun, the cold steel a familiar comfort in my hand. Aurora’s eyes grow wide as I pull out the weapon, her breath catching in her throat.

I trace the barrel slides down through the valley of her breasts and over her stomach, cutting a path straight to her cunt. I keep her gaze as the metal teases her skin.

Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She wants this, wants the danger, and craves the darkness I offer.

I press the gun against her. She’s swollen and slick, the barrel sliding through her folds. Her hips buck as the cold steel teases her most sensitive spot.

A whimper escapes her lips, and I keep my attention locked on her, daring her to look away. The gun is a natural extension of my hand, an instrument of my desire. Aurora is at my mercy, and my power over her is intoxicating. Slowly, I drag the barrel through her soaked pussy.

Her body leans toward me, seeking more. I twist the gun, the metal kissing her clit, and she lets out a moan, the sound filling the silent night.

I trace the barrel back to her entrance, pressing it inside her slowly but deliberately.

Aurora’s eyes roll back, her head falling backward. The restraints cut into her skin as she strains against them, but she doesn’t beg for freedom. Instead, she urges me on with her body, her hips moving rhythmically, fucking herself on the gun.

The gun is soaked in her arousal, driving me to thrust deeper. A smile spreads across my face as she gasps and bucks against me. My free hand grips her hip, holding her in place as I penetrate her with it.

“You like that, don’t you, little one?” I growl. “You like the danger. The thrill of me fucking you with my gun.”

Aurora’s eyes fly open, her gaze locking with mine, and she moans. I love her silent submission and how she surrenders to me so easily.

“That’s it, take it. Take my gun.” My thumb finds her swollen clit, rubbing slow circles as I move the barrel in and out of her. “Is this what you wanted? To be at the mercy of a monster like me?”

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her head falling back, exposing the graceful line of her neck. “Yes,” she gasps.

With my free hand, I grip her throat, tightening my hold. Her pulse flutters wildly beneath my gloved fingertips. “Don’t move,” I command, my voice hard. “Don’t make a sound.”

I pull the gun out and raise it, slick with her arousal, watching a myriad of emotions play across her face. The urge to fight battles with the spark of desire dancing in her eyes. Not that she could fight me, anyway. I’ve got her trapped.

“Suck it.” My voice is a hoarse growl.

Her gaze flicks between my masked face and the gun in my hand. I savor her uncertainty.

“You heard me, little one. Open that pretty mouth and suck.” I inch the barrel closer to her lips, the steel glinting menacingly in the soft moonlight.

Slowly, she parts her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously. I hold her gaze as she wraps her mouth around the barrel, her tongue tentatively tasting her own arousal.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Take more of it.”

She closes her eyes, surrendering to the moment as she slides her lips down the barrel. My breath catches as I watch her tongue swirl, her lips sealing around the steel. This erotic image will linger in my mind long after tonight.

“Deeper,” I command, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Take it all, or I’ll make you regret it.”

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