Page 22 of Carnival Shadows

Remy removed his fingers, and I whimpered, needing more. Then, I watched him lube his huge cock. I knew what was coming, and I couldn’t escape it. He grabbed my hips and pushed inside my asshole in one sharp thrust. I cried out, my body stretched around him, taking him in.

Remy didn’t go easy on me. He started pounding into me, hard and rough, just like I knew he would. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound punctuating each of his brutal thrusts. I was aware of the sting of the slaps he’d given me earlier, the bite of the restraints on my wrists, but it all fueled my need.

I begged him to fuck me harder, and he obliged. Remy pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back into me, forcing a moan from my throat. Over and over, he claimed me, each thrust blurring the line between pleasure and pain. I was lost in the feeling of being utterly possessed by him.

The mask hid his expression, but I could sense the intensity in the way he held me. I whispered Remy’s name over and over, a mantra of surrender.

He leaned down, his mouth by my ear. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, and as I spoke the words, Remy thrust into me one last time, sharp and deep, burying himself within me. My body pulsed around his cock, and I cried out as I found my release, my world shattering into a million pieces.

Even as the pleasure washed over me, I knew this wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning. There was so much more I wanted from him, so much more I needed to experience. I wanted to explore every twisted fantasy with Remy as my guide, my master.

And in that moment, as I lay there, spent, I knew that I would do absolutely anything to make those fantasies a reality.”

“Now it’s my turn.” Remy’s voice is impossibly deep, and my heart skips a beat at its dangerous edge. My eyes flicker around the small, closed space, hoping for an escape route, but nothing. I’m trapped here with this man, and he knows it.

He closes the distance between us, his eyes burning into mine, and my breath hitches in my throat. This is it. There’s no going back. I’m at his mercy, and something about that sends a thrill through me. I feel vulnerable, and yet, I crave this—crave him.

Remy takes his time, his eyes roaming over me as if deciding where to begin. His gaze lingers on my lips before trailing down to my breasts, where my heart is hammering so hard I’m surprised he can’t hear it.

Then, his eyes land on my legs, and a dark smile plays on his lips. “Keep reading.” He gestures to my journal, still clutched in my hand. “I want to hear more.”

I swallow hard, my mouth dry as I comply, flicking through the pages to find where I left off.

“He was still inside me, feeling his cock twitch as it pulsed with his release. Remy stayed there, buried deep, his forehead resting against mine.”

I suck in a shaky breath, my eyes closing for a moment as I relive the fantasy in my mind.

“Remy’s arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, trapping me against him. I felt so deliciously caged, completely at his mercy. He nuzzled my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I wanted to beg him to fuck me again, but I didn’t dare.”

I pause, the memory of the words I wrote making my cheeks flush.

“Then, he whispered in my ear, his voice like gravel. “Mine,” he said. Just that one word, but it sent a shiver down my spine. And I knew, in that moment, that I was his.”

I open my eyes to find Remy much closer. “Say it,” he commands, his voice brooking no argument.

My heart is pounding in my ears, but I force the word past my lips. “Yours.”

Something flickers in his eyes—a spark of satisfaction, perhaps? Whatever it is, it makes my core clench with need.

He grabs my chin and angles my face up, staring into my eyes intently. Suddenly, he grabs my wrists and forces them against each arm of the chair I’m sitting in.

“Stay still,” he warns, and I find myself obeying, my heart hammering in my chest as he secures my wrists tightly to the chair with rough rope. I pull at the restraints, testing their strength, but it’s useless.

Remy steps back, his eyes roaming over me like a predator about to feast. “Such a beautiful little stalker,” he murmurs. “And all mine.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I watch him approach me. He reaches out, his fingers trailing along my neck, down my chest, until they reach the hem of my panties. With a sharp tug, he rips them from me. I can feel the cool air on my pussy, and my breath quickens.

I’m exposed, bare, and a part of me wants to cover myself, to hide from his intense gaze. Another part of me wants him to look and see exactly what he does to me.

His fingers trail along my inner thigh, inching closer to my core, and my breath catches in my throat. “Please,” I whisper, unsure what I’m begging for. Release? Mercy? Or for him to continue?

Remy chuckles. “Please, what, Eden? Tell me what you want.” His fingers inch closer, and I feel his breath on my exposed skin.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. How can I possibly voice the filthy things I want him to do to me? My silence seems to amuse him, and he leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell me, and I might just make it happen.”

“I...” My voice fails me, and I bite my lip.

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