Page 61 of Carnival Master

I obey, moaning as I try to relax. He slowly moves the dildo in and out, and I can feel the heat pooling between my legs.

“That’s it. Soon, you’ll take my cock here. Imagine it—my thick cock stretching you open, pounding into you while I pull your hair.”

His words send a lightning bolt to my core. The image floods my mind—being taken by him in the ass.

“Now, baby girl. Come for me like a good slut.”

My breath hitches as his words strike a chord deep within me. The build-up, the forbidden nature of my desire, the rough hay against my chest... it’s all too much. I cry out, my body shaking as pleasure floods me. I’m overwhelmed, consumed by the intensity of my release.

“Good girl.” Ty’s thumb brushes my lower back. “I knew you’d be a natural submissive.”

I whimper, still lost in the aftershocks of my orgasm. My body feels like it’s made of jelly, boneless against the hay. But his praise sends a thrill of satisfaction through me.

“But we’re not done yet.” His voice drops an octave. “Not even close.”

I gasp for breath, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. The hay pricksagainst my skin, but I barely notice it through the haze of pleasure coursing through my veins. God, how does he do this to me? Turn me into this wanton creature who begs and moans at his command?

I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable... so free. I’ve been trapped in a gilded cage of expectations - be the perfect daughter, fiancée, mob princess. But here, on my knees before him, I’m just his baby girl. His slut. And somehow, that feels more real, more honest than any role I’ve ever played.

My breath finally steadies, but the aftershocks still ripple through me. I can feel his eyes on me, assessing and appreciating. And despite my exhaustion, despite the ache spreading through my muscles, I want more—whatever he’s willing to give me.

Because in this tent, under his control, I’m finally living instead of just existing.

30

TYSON

The sight of Sofia on her hands and knees, presenting her perfect ass to me, stirs something primal within. I feel the familiar heat in my veins, a rush of desire that demands action. Her skin glows and she moans, anticipating more, and I know she’s ready for the next step.

I take in the alluring sight of her body—the graceful curve of her spine, the way her red hair spills over her shoulders, and the roundness of her ass, offered up like a gift. I select a larger dildo and coat it generously with lube. I want to test her limits, take her to that delicious edge between pleasure and pain.

Slowly, I ease the larger dildo into Chloe’s ass, watching as her body opens up to accept it. Her muscles tense at first, resisting the intrusion, but I keep my movements slow and deliberate. A whimper escapes her lips.

“Breathe, baby girl,” I murmur, my free hand stroking her lower back. “Let it in.”

She exhales shakily, and I feel her relax. The dildo slides deeper, stretching her tight ring of muscle. Her fingers grip the hay beneath her, knuckles white with tension.

“That’s it,” I praise, watching the toy disappear inch by inch. “You’re taking it so well.”

Chloe pushes back, silently asking for more. I oblige, pressing the dildo further while monitoring her reactions. Her breath catches when I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

The dildo is fully seated inside her, and I pause to let her adjust to the fullness. Her ass grips the toy tightly, and I can’t help but imagine how she’ll feel around my cock. But for now, this is about preparing her, stretching her slowly and carefully.

“You like that?” I ask, my voice rough with desire. “You like the way that big dildo stretches you open?”

Sofia’s response is a soft whimper as I push the toy inside her. She takes a sharp breath, her body tensing while I work it deeper. Slowly, inch by inch, I tease her with the length.

“That’s it, take it all,” I urge. “Relax and let it fill you up.”

With a soft, satisfied sigh, she accepts the rest of the dildo. Her body adjusts to the girth, embracing it, and I know she’s loving the feeling of being so deliciously filled. I move it in and out, slow and steady, but soon, she’s rocking back against me, craving more. I quicken the pace, relishing the sounds of pleasure she’s making.

“Does my girl like her ass played with?” I tease. “You love the feeling of being stretched, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I love it. More, please, Ty.”

I smirk, proud that I’ve reduced her to such a state that she’s begging. I begin to pump the dildo inand out with purpose. With each thrust, her body trembles, and I know I’m pushing her closer to the edge again. She clenches around the toy, her ass tightening.

“Come for me, Sofia,” I instruct. “Let go. I want to watch you fall apart.”

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