Page 62 of The Circus

He chuckles, one hand slipping the button of my jeans through the hole before he sinks his fingers into the waistband and yanks them down ruthlessly. I can’t help my laughter again, because my struggles make him want to hurt me, ignite that predatory instinct within him, and I want him to take me like a savage, to claim me in ways no one else will ever be able to.

The zip of his pants is loud, and I feel the head of his cock slipping up and down through my wetness as he groans in hot desire. I jump away from him, my laughter bouncing off the walls, and he wrenches me back to him so hard that my palms squeak and skid across the cold floors.

“You think this is funny, Eden?” he hisses. “I just fucking slit someone’s throat and I’m about to fuck you bloody, and you’relaughing?”

“Because,” I pant, grinning to the darkness. “I’m…gonna get…away,” I say, still struggling, however ailing my stamina is.

His answering chuckle is dark and filled with the madness that must live in his skull every day. It sends a chill of foreboding down my spine, and my laughter dies in my throat, turning to a garbled moan as he buries his cock in me in one brutal thrust.

It still hurts, though not as bad as our first time. Hewantsit to hurt, and I want the bite of pain, even if I don’t understand why.

“You’ll never escape me, and you know it,” he seethes through clenched teeth, and my wetness seeps out around hiscock, coating my skin as I release a deep breath, shivering beneath him and becoming pliant in his hold. It feels so good, being filled and stretched by him, the tip of his cock nestled against the very end of my insides, a sensitive wall that he knows how to hit just right.

Face plastered to the icy floor, I grin.

“I let you catch me,” I say, pressing my ass backwards, his hips cemented to me. I want to take him deeper, and deeper, and deeper still, want to be so tightly joined that we have no hope of ever coming apart. Because in moments like the few we’ve created over the last couple of days, I feel complete for the first time in my life.

He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply, his dick throbbing inside me in time with his heavy heartbeats. I don’t want him to move, not yet. I just want him to be buried inside me like this forever, the two of us one for eternity. I know his darkness now, and I want to revel in it, poke at it and examine it until I know just how deeply it extends. In the same way, I want him to knowme—every facet, every deplorable secret.

“Oh you did, huh?” he breathes, teeth nipping at my throat. I moan, shivering anew against him, my knees aching from this position. I don’t understand it, how and why my mind morphs into this realm when I’m with him, but I know he likes it, and I don’t have to think; I just have to feel, and he makes me feel more than I ever thought I’d be capable.

“Yes,” I whimper as he begins to slowly pull out. Panicking, I press back into him, but he plants a hand between my shoulder blades and pins me down, preventing the motion. My cunt ripples and begs for friction, my orgasm already on the cusp, more sticky wetness spilling between my thighs as my arousal mounts. He’s teasing me, and I’m getting pissed.

“Please,” I whine, trying to back against him again.

“What a needy little whore,” he laughs, but the sound is slathered in darkness, and I know Teddy is gone, replaced by the voices who wish pain and suffering upon me. “At least you have good manners.”

I whimper again, clawing at the slippery floor, rolling my hips, but he’s pinned me tightly to him, and I only barely manage to make his cock move inside me. It’s not enough, and I begin to fill with dread, crying out.

“Please, Teddy,” I beg.

“You’re lucky we have so little time,” he growls. Hope ignites in my chest, and my entire body buzzes with sick excitement.Fuck me, ruin me, please, please, please, I chant in my mind. “Next time, you’re going to sit on my cock until I think you’ve earned it, understood?”

I nod without thought and cry anotherPleaseto the void. He pulls out until just the head is seated in my entrance, shallowly thrusting through my slickness. I moan and try to meet the pumping of his hips, but he’s careful not to allow himself to sink deep where I need him most. He laughs, smoothing the cool blade of his knife over my ass cheek, but even the threat of blood and pain won’t stop me from begging.

My body goes rigid when the handle of the knife skims over my asshole, pressing against it, both a promise and a threat as the breath stalls in my lungs and my eyes fly open. “If you wanna come, baby, we’re doing it my way. Yes or no?”

“Yes,” I plead without thinking. “Please just fuck me.Please.”

He spits onto my ass, pressing the wide handle of his knife deeper into my forbidden hole until I cry out and it pops past that tight band of resistance, pain flaring through me briefly before he thrusts his cock all the way back in. I’m so full that it’s bliss, and I wither beneath him, crying out and begging for more.

“You’re gonna take my cock in your ass next, and this little knife will seem so small,” he swears, twisting the handle in timewith the thrusting of his cock, everything rubbing against that precise spot deep inside me. I don’t even have time to worry about the blade slicing his hand apart, and I can’t seem to care right now. My legs begin to tremble, and my eyes roll back.

“That’s it,” he seethes. “Good girl, good girl. Come on your master’s cock.”

“Oh my…oh my god,” I cry out, the squelching sounds of my wet pussy and the slap of his skin against mine echoing in this desolate mansion. I’d been sent here to get fucked by a monster.

I’m just happy it ended up beingmymonster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant in time with his brutal thrusts, my orgasm climbing to the highest peak as I hold on for dear life, coasting on the top of that blissful high until he forces me over the edge, claiming me ruthlessly as I fall. My cunt grips him in rhythmic bursts, milking him, pulling him impossibly deeper into me until it ebbs and I’m left a shaking mess. He thrusts hard three more times, ripping the knife and himself from my body. The tool clangs to the floor, and his hot, sticky cum coats my ass, his thumb swirling the mess around my abused hole before he pushes his seed into me.

“Someday soon this greedy cunt of yours will take all my cum, little ghost,” he swears breathlessly against me, still pumping his thumb in and out, pushing more and more of the white liquid into my ass as I whimper softly in the darkness. “And you’ll thank me after, won’t you?”

A grin paints my lips in a flash, and I nod as best I can, cheek squeaking against the polished floor.

“Thank you,master,” I tease, pressing my ass into him so his thumb sinks further in.

“Fuck me, Eden. You’ll be the death of me,” he breathes, lips at my ear. My smile broadens.

---