Page 23 of Carnival Shadows

“You what?” His fingers ghost over my core, teasing but not touching where I need him.

“I... want you.” The words are barely a whisper, but they hang in the air between us.

There’s a flicker of triumph in his eyes, a spark of satisfaction, and I know he will make me say it. “What do you want me to do to you?”

His fingers are still hovering over my core, his breath warm against my skin. I can feel my pulse throbbing between my legs. My body is aching for release. I take a shaky breath, steeling myself. “I want you to...” I hesitate, my voice trailing off.

Remy arches an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my struggle. “Yes, little stalker?”

“I want...” My cheeks flame with embarrassment. “I want you to take me against my will.” The words hang between us, thick with desire and forbidden longings.

His eyes widen momentarily at my daring, and I see a flicker of surprise on his face. “That’s a very specific fantasy.” His voice is low. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”

I shake my head, feeling so vulnerable, but there’s no going back now.

He considers me, and then a slow, dangerous smile spreads. “And here I thought you were just some obsessed podcaster. Guess there’s more to you than meets the eye, huh?”

I can’t speak, but I nod, my heart pounding. I’ve crossed a line and revealed a part of myself that no one else knows. And now, I’m at his mercy.

“Well, if we’re going to do this, we need a safe word.” His tone is serious, reminding me that this is not a game. “Anything can happen once we start. So, we need a way for you to tell me if you’ve changed your mind and really want to stop.”

I feel a surge of relief at his words. He understands the potential dangers.

“Okay.” My voice is hoarse, my throat dry. “A safe word. Yes.”

His eyes light up with amusement. “How aboutcarnival? It’s fitting, given the circumstances.”

My heart skips a beat as I consider the word. It’s perfect, a word I would never use normally, but one that will get his attention if things go too far. “Yes. Carnival. That’s... that’s good.”

Remy nods. “All right, we have a deal, but I’m in control once we start. Understand?”

“Yes.” My voice is steady now, and my resolve is strong. I want this—need this—more than anything. “I understand.”

“Good.” He steps closer, towering over me.

A slow smile spreads across his face. He knows exactly what his proximity is doing to my body, and he’s enjoying every second of my torture. “For now, we have other things to take care of, don’t we?”

My mouth turns dry as his fingers trail along my inner thigh, higher and higher, closer to the place that aches for his touch. “What... what things?” My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper.

Remy chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Your journal here is very illuminating. You’ve been imaginingall sorts of things you want me to do to you. And I do aim to please.”

He pauses, his fingers hovering above my pussy. “So, why don’t we start with something nice and simple?” He brushes his fingers over my clit, and my hips jerk at the contact. “How does that sound?”

I bite my lip, feeling a rush of anticipation mixed with embarrassment. “I... yes, that sounds...” I trail off.

“Good.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “Then, I think it’s time to give you what you’ve been craving.”

And then, without warning, he dives in, his mouth finding my cunt, his tongue tasting me, teasing me, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I moan, my hips bucking off the chair, but the restraints keep me in place. His hands grasp my thighs, holding me down as he devours me, feasting on my arousal, driving me wild.

It’s too much and not enough. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation, my body trembling with need as he continues his assault, his tongue working me to a frenzy. My release is building, coiling tightly within me, ready to explode.

The moment I’m teetering on the edge, he stops. He lifts his head, a dark smile on his face, and I whimper. “Please,” I beg, unsure what I’m pleading for.

Mercy or completion?

Remy laughs. “You’re a sight, little stalker. All desperate and wanting.” He leans in close. “But I think we need to stop for now.”

I shake my head, unable to form words as I plead with my eyes, silently begging him to finish what he started.

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