Page 17 of Maison De Fous

He hesitates for a second, and I tighten my grip on his neck, pushing his face harder against me.

“Do it!” I growl. “Or I’ll make you regret it.”

The man baby’s tongue finally darts out, hesitant at first, but then he starts licking, his soft, pathetic sobs muffled against my flesh as his tongue works in slow, sloppy strokes. The sensation of his humiliation, the utter degradation, makes my cock harder.

“That’s a good boy,” I coo mockingly, rubbing the teddy bear against myself. “Keep going. Maybe if you’re a really good boy, I’ll let you have your little friend back.”

He whimpers, his whole body shaking as he flicks my nuts with his heated tongue, but he doesn’t fucking stop. He’s enjoying this shit as much as I am. It’s why he came here. To be used and abused like nothing, and fuck, he’s lucky it’s mewho found him. Not everyone would be as generous as I have been. Around us, I can feel the weight of people watching, their eyes glued to the sick display unfolding. Some avert their gaze in disgust, but most... most are fucking transfixed. This is what they came here for, after all.

The depravity, the chaos.

I start grinding into the bear as my hand clenches the back of the man baby’s head, guiding him as his tongue works at me. His whines vibrate against my skin. The more he licks, the harder I fucking get, the sick and twisted pleasure of it all builds in me as I thrust harder into the worn fuzzy fabric of his precious teddy.

“You like that, don’t you?” I taunt, glancing down at him. His eyes lift to mine, and he nods slightly. “You’re such a fucking good boy for your Daddy. Begging for your little bear while you’re down there licking my balls.”

His sobbing grows louder, but his tongue keeps moving, desperate to please me. The people around us are shifting, some murmuring under their breath, others touching themselves like the fucking freaks they are as they watch. I see their fucking lust, their twisted interest, and pushes me closer. Makes me grind harder into the bear, as the friction brings me closer to release.

Then I look up—and there she is.

Indie.

The dark fucking goddess.

She’s on stage, cracking her whip like the queen she is, commanding every eye in the room. For just a second, our gazes lock, and her eyes gleam behind her mask with wicked pleasure. It’s like she knows exactly what I’m doing.

She knows, and fuck, she loves it.

The man baby whines louder, his body quivering beneath me, his hand wrapped around himself again as he pumps and he tries to keep up with my pace, but I’m done with him. Withone final thrust into the bear, I come, stuffing it full with a low, guttural growl and my eyes locked with Indie’s across the chaos.

“Fuck yes,” I groan as I ride the euphoric high.

The release is intoxicating, but the whimpering little freak beneath me is still at it, licking and crying, like he thinks this’ll get him what he wants.

“Enough,” I snap, shoving him back. He falls to the floor, his sobs growing louder now that he’s been deprived of the bear.

“You want it so bad?” I sneer, tossing the now-ruined teddy bear at him. “There. Take it.”

The man baby scrambles across the dirt floor naked for the bear, clutching it to his chest like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. My come seeps out of it, dripping down his bare chest as he cuddles into it. I shake my head, disgusted, but my gaze drifts back to Indie, and find her eyes fixated on me.

She knows I’m watching her. Knows that every twisted thing I just did was for her as much as it was for me, and fuck, if that doesn’t have my cock hardening all over again.

chapter nine

indie

Heavenly Bodies - Arakani

Istep off the stage, passing Lux’s whip off to one of the cirkies for her to take over.

My performance was flawless, as expected, and I felt every second of it just as I had hoped. The rush of power as men and women knelt before me, begging to be hurt, humiliated, and degraded—it was intoxicating. Each crack of the whip, each command that left my lips, lit a fire inside me.

I loved every fucking moment. The thrill of control is still coursing through my veins, but when Johnny and I locked eyes through the crowd, something else stirred deep within me. Something darker and far more dangerous.

It’s a different kind of thrill that has me aching for more.

My throat feels dry and scratchy from the heat and the constant yelling. I need a drink, something cold to douse the fire that’s building inside me. The fire only grew in those brief seconds of holding Johnny’s stare. Just the thought of him—of what I witnessed him do earlier—sends a pulse of heat straight between my thighs.

Fuck. I need Lux.

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