Page 60 of Carnival Master

“It’s part of the game.” He steps toward me, his eyes burning through the mask. “Tonight, I’m your masked master. And you, baby girl, are my submissive slut.”

A thrill runs through me at his words. “Oh?” I try to keep my tone light, but my voice comes out breathless. “Why would I be your slut?”

He smirks. “Because I’ll own you. I’ll control your pleasure, and by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me for more.”

The authority in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. His words ignite the deepest desires I’ve kept hidden for so long. It’s as if he’s speaking directly to the secret cravings that have driven me to the carnival, to him.

I wet my lips, trembling with anticipation. “And what if I don’t want to be owned?”

“I know you do.” He closes the distance between us, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “Your body betrays you, my little slut. Your pulse and your breathing quicken just from the thought.”

His hand cups my throat, his thumb gently strokingalong the sensitive skin. I gasp as a thousand sensations race through me—excitement, fear, longing.

“It’s all right.” His thumb continues to stroke. “You’ll learn to crave my commands. You’ll feel more alive than you ever have before.”

“And if I don’t?” I whisper, my voice almost lost in the heavy silence of the tent.

His grip tightens, and his eyes flash dangerously. “Then I’ll enjoy teaching you to submit.”

My heart is pounding. His mask-covered face adds to the fun. The urge to lean into him, to surrender, wars with my instinct to run.

“You’re trembling.” He leans closer. “Are you afraid, baby girl?”

I nod, unable to speak, my confession trapped in my throat.

“Good.” He smirks. “That fear will make the pleasure much sweeter. It will make you appreciate every touch and sensation.”

Ty caresses my lower lip with his thumb, his eyes never leaving mine. “Do you want your first lesson in submission?”

My pulse thunders in my ears. I’m afraid, but not of Ty. I’m afraid of the power he holds over me and the parts of myself I can no longer ignore.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Get on your knees. Show me how much you want this.”

I sink to my knees, watching him appraise me with his piercing gaze. Apprehension drives me wild as I waitfor his command and the rush that will come when he finally touches me.

He moves back toward the trunk and grabs it, carrying it back to me so I can see the contents.

His fingers trail along the variety of toys laid out before him—whips, paddles, vibrators, and clamps—before finally selecting a small, slender dildo. Seeing it makes me bite my lip, and a mix of excitement and apprehension floods me.

“Have you ever had anything in your ass?” He asks.

I shake my head, unable to meet his eyes. “N-no.”

His eyes darken. “A virgin ass. That makes this even better.”

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. His scent of leather and musk surrounds me, clouding my thoughts. “Kneel on the hay bales, baby girl. Show me that beautiful ass.”

I obey, climbing onto the soft hay bales and kneeling, my chest pressed against the rough strands. His fingers dance along my spine, sending tingles through me. “This might sting a little, but I’ll make it feel so good.”

I whimper as he coats my untouched hole in lube and then presses the cool tip of the dildo against my ass. Slowly, he eases it inside, adding more lube when necessary. I gasp at the burn that spreads through me.

“It’s okay.” His voice is like a caress. “Take it for me. Feel that stretch.”

I grip the hay, my knuckles white as I adjust to the sensation. I cansense him watching me, his eyes devouring my every reaction. My cheeks are hot, but a dark thrill courses through me.

“Good girl.” His hands slide around my hips. “Fuck, that’s beautiful.” His voice is strained. “Now, I want you to relax while I move it in and out.”

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