Page 102 of Carnival Mayhem

“I want to be chased.” My voice is hoarse. “I want to be the one running like you were that night.”

Flora’s eyes darken with desire, but she waits for me to continue.

“And I want Colt to chase me.” I pause. “I want him to force me. To take me while he wears that mask of his.”

Her eyes flicker to Colt, then back to me. “What else?”

I swallow, my mouth dry as I say the words I’ve never voiced before. “And I want you there, too. Watching, touching... sucking my dick too. Even riding me while I’ll tell you to stop.”

There, it’s out. The deepest, darkest desire that’s been gnawing at my insides for a while. I wait, breath held, for her reaction.

Flora’s eyes burn with an intense heat, and her voice is a husky whisper. “Tell me more.”

Relief washes over me, swiftly followed by desire. “It’s a power play,” I begin. I want to feel pursued, hunted even, and taken by force.”

“Goddamn, it’s hot,” Flora remarks, wiping a strand of hair from her face. Her eyes shine mischievous light, reminding me of the first night. That night changed everything—it unlocked something within me.

Colt interrupts my fantasy. “Why this sudden urge to be chased?” His eyes are unreadable.

But he senses the weight behind my request, I can tell. He knows me too well.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “It’s not so sudden. It’s been building for a while.” I hesitate, struggling to find the words to explain something deeply personal and buried. “When I was a kid, in one of my foster homes...”

I trail off, the memories swirling in my mind like dark clouds. They wait patiently, offering silent encouragement.

“I was... abused,” I whisper. “By one of the older boys in the home.”

Colt’s eyes narrow, his protective instincts no doubt kicking in. I hold up a hand to ward off his questions, needing to get it all out in my own time. “It went on for a few years. I was only ten when it started.”

Flora makes a small noise beside me, reaching for my hand. I squeeze it tightly, grateful for her presence.

“I felt your need for vengeance so strongly, Flora. I knew what you were going through, though my experience wasn’t exactly the same.” I pause, the old wounds aching. “I knew the pain, the powerlessness, the shame.”

Colt’s eyes glow with a fierce intensity. “I’m sorry, Nash. I never knew. Do you know if that bastard ever got what was coming to him?”

I shake my head. “He ran away. But it doesn’t matter now. It’s over, in the past.”

“When I watched Flora that night, how free she became after we chased her...” I squeeze her hand tighter, drawing strength from her presence. “I saw something change in her. Like she took back control by giving it up willingly.”

My throat tightens. “I need that, too. To heal the wounds and take back power. Making memories where I give up control and trust the person taking it.”

Flora’s fingers trace patterns on my palm as I continue. “I’ve spent years building walls, staying in control. But seeing how Flora healed, how she found freedom in submission—it made me realize I’m still carrying chains from my past. I long to submit, too.”

Colt moves closer, his presence solid and reassuring. “I want you to be the one to chase me,” I tell him. “I trust you completely. I know you’ll understand what this means.”

“And I want Flora there,” I add, turning to her. “Because she knows. She understands what it’s like to reclaim yourself through surrender.”

The weight of years lifts from my shoulders as I speak. For so long, I’ve hidden this part of myself, buried it under layers of control and perfectionism. But here, with these two people who love me, I can finally let it surface.

“I need to heal,” I whisper. “And I think this might be the way.”

Colt steps closer to me. His eyes burn with the same intensity I feel simmering inside. His thumb brushes my lower lip, sending a spark of electricity through me. “Okay. I’d do anything for you,” he mutters before glancing at Flora. “Both of you. You sure you want this, Nash?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Then get on your hands and knees.”

Without hesitation, I sink to my knees, desire coursing through my veins. My heart hammers as I lean forward, bracing myself on my hands and bending low, offering myself to him.

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