Page 73 of Carnival Master

The trailer door swings open with a creak. I jump, then relax as the masked figure steps in, his eyes locking onto me.

“Hey, beautiful.” He grins, his voice slightly different as he speaks. “Didn’t expect to find such a pretty lady home alone.”

My breath catches as I notice the change in his demeanor. He’s playing the part perfectly. A surge of dampness pools between my legs as he strides toward the bed.

“Get away from me!” I scramble backward on the bed, my heart hammering. “Leave now, or I’ll scream!”

His eyes darken. “Scream all you want. No one’s coming to save you.”

“Stop!” I yelp as he looms over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head with one hand. “What do you want?”

“Oh, I think you know,” he growls.

His grip tightens on my wrists as I struggle against him. “You’re gonna be real fun, aren’t you?”

I try to wriggle out of his grasp, but his hold is relentless. “Let me go!” A rush of adrenaline and desire flood me as his body hovers over mine.

“No chance.” His voice is like velvet, dangerous and smooth. He pulls my wrists above my head with one hand while the other slides down my body roughly. “I’m going to make you scream for me.”

“No—stop!” My protests sound weak even to my own ears. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh.

In one swift motion, he tears my blouse, exposing my lace bra. His fingers reach for the clasp, and it pops open, setting my breasts free.

“So beautiful,” he growls. “But I think we need to teach you a lesson in manners.”

His hand snakes out to grab a fistful of my hair,wrenching my head back. Pain shoots through my scalp, but it only heightens my desire.

I whimper as he tugs. “Please...” My voice catches, betraying my conflicting emotions.

“Please, what?” His mask grazes my neck, sending tingles down my spine.

“Please, don’t.”

“Oh, I will,” he promises. His hand releases my hair, only to land a stinging slap on my inner thigh. The pain is brief, like a spark of electricity. I cry out, my body arching off the bed.

Without warning, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and rips them off. I lay bare before him, completely vulnerable.

“What a pretty sight.” He rubs himself through his pants, his eyes never leaving my body.

Panic rises in my chest. “What—what are you doing?”

He frees his thick, pierced cock, stroking it slowly as he eyes my nakedness. “I’m going to fuck you whether you like it or not.”

“No—you can’t!” My struggles intensify, but it’s useless. He’s too strong, and I don’t want him to stop. He knows that because unless I say purple, he isn’t stopping.

He chuckles, low and dangerous. “Safeword, remember? That’s the only way I stop.”

The thrill silences me. “I—I don’t want the safe word.”

His eyes glitter with victory. “Good girl.”

With that, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, mylegs dangling off the side. I feel vulnerable, entirely at his mercy.

His hands grip my thighs, and he thrusts into me in one fluid motion, his cock stretching me deliciously.

He stares down at me, his eyes hooded with desire. “See? You’re gonna like this after all.”

His words spark defiance within me. “No, I won’t!”

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