Page 109 of Guarded

She’s using her diva tone. Which, by the way, is fucking adorable, especially with the powder sugar sticking to her cheek.

She tears off a piece of the funnel cake and offers it to me. I take it in my mouth, licking her fingers seductively to get her flustered. The intoxicating pink that rises up her cheeks is the reward.

We drove to a nearby town to attend their county fair, where she could try a funnel cake and cross it off her bucket list. The experience was new for both of us.

Ariella was sheltered, which made her appreciate the simplest of life’s pleasures. And since my childhood was a series of unfortunate events, I had a hard time enjoying these activities.

Watching kids laughing and playing always sort of triggered me back to a place of wondering why I didn’t get to have that. Being here with her, though, playing carnival games, and thelaughter on her face had a way of making things from the past irrelevant.

“What do you want to do next, Princess?” I ask.

Her eyes roam over the vibrant neon colors and the crowds of people. The air was thick with a scent that reminded me of her cupcake body spray.

“Can we ride the Ferris wheel next?” she asks.

Normally, I would avoid trusting any moving machine that some questionable-looking people controlled, but how can I tell her no? I grab her hand and lead her to the large Ferris Wheel. Before we slide in, I slip the Carnie running it a hundred-dollar bill and tell him to leave us at the top for at least thirty minutes.

“Oh my god, I’m so nervous.” She says, taking a deep breath.

“You’re still afraid of heights, Maniká?”

Looking out of the enclosed cab, her eyes widen as we move higher into the air.

“The worst thing that can happen is we die,” I say.

“Wow. Real comforting.” She snarks.

Mission accomplished. Getting her frazzled was part of the foreplay for me.

“Come here,” I command.

“No thanks.”

“That’s an order, Ariella.”

“Really? We’re going to do this. Right here?” she whispers like someone can hear us 150 feet up in the air.

“One. Two.” I push my weight forward, causing the cab to rock.

“Okay. Okay.” She surrenders.

“Okay?” I ask, my voice lowering.

“I mean. Yes.” Taking a deep breath, she corrects herself. “Yes, sir.”

She closes her eyes and moves to my side of the cab. The swinging of the cab frightens her as she falls into my lap andlatches on to me. Little by little, we make our ascension to the top.

“What’s going on? Nero? Why are we stopping?”

Ignoring her, I move her to the side and drop to my knees in front of her. Her big green eyes widen when I pull up her pink floral sundress.

“You’re such a cocktease wearing this tiny little dress. Just begging to be fucked.”

Lust-filled eyes stare back at me. Hooking my fingers through the sides of her thong, I take my time lowering it. Slowly moving the hot pink thong down her thighs and over her pink sandals.

Sundresses would now be a weekly mandatory. Beyond the very femininity radiating from her, I loved how the fabric showed off my favorite features.

Smooth legs sprouted from the short hem, and her large breasts overflowed from the ruched top. She had been teasing me all day.

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