Page 29 of Carnival Shadows

The shower’s still running, but he shuts it off and pushes me to my knees. My legs buckle, but my body screams with arousal at the dominant move.

Dripping wet, I’m right where I belong, on my knees before him. His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back, and I gasp as my neck is exposed. I try to imagine what I look like from his perspective—naked, kneeling, his hand fisted in my hair.

He’s in control. I’m at his mercy, yet I can’t force the word past my lips. The safe word, the one that would instantly stop this, remains locked tightly away.

His hardening length presses against my closed lips, and my pulse quickens. I want to open my mouth, to taste him, but I hold back. I know he wants me to beg. This game we play, this erotic struggle for control—it’s a delicate balance.

His hands tighten in my hair, the head of his cock pushing against my lips insistently. I resist, keeping my lips firmly clenched. My heart hammers in my chest and a whimper escapesme as the pressure on my scalp intensifies, but still, I don’t give in.

He growls in frustration, a deep sound that reverberates through my body. His hips jerk once, his cock prodding at my mouth. It’s the ultimate test of wills.

How far is he willing to go?

How far do I want him to go?

The pressure on my hair eases, and the tip of his cock breaches my lips. My mouth widens in surprise, and he takes advantage, pushing deeper into my mouth, forcing me to brace my hands instinctively on his thighs for balance. The saltiness of his pre-cum infiltrates my taste buds, making my pussy clench in greedy response to the dominant act.

His hands tighten again, guiding the pace as he thrusts gently into my mouth. It’s not rough enough, not what I crave, and my teeth graze him lightly, wanting more. I want to feel his hands bruise my skin, for him to use my hair to control me, to thrust deep and hard into my mouth.

His hold on my hair pulls the follicles painfully, forcing my head back. I look up at him, my lips still wrapped around his impressive length. He’s in complete control, owning me, and seeing his hunger for me pushes me closer to the edge.

“You like being on your knees, don’t you?” His voice is rough. “Admit it.”

I want to say yes, to confess how much this arouses me, but the words won’t come. I shake my head in defiance, even as my pussy pulses in response.

He growls low, gripping my hair tighter, forcing my mouth down onto him. It’s too much, and I gag, tears springing to my eyes as he shoves himself deeper. I whimper, struggling now, but he doesn’t stop, using his grip on my hair to hold me in place.

The pressure in my mouth increases as he thrusts with more force, and I love it. My pussy is hungry for release, and I rub my thighs together, seeking more friction.

“Yeah, little stalker. Suck it.” His deep voice growls, his hips rolling. “Wanna feel that mouth of yours milking my cock. Gonna coat your pretty lips with my cum.”

His words send me over the edge. My pussy clenches, and a moan tears from my throat around his cock. I suck harder, desperate for the release he’s promising, eager to taste him.

But he wrenches his cock from my mouth, and my eyes fly open as I whimper. Confused, I blink up at him, trying to form words, but they die in my throat.

Anger blazes in his eyes, darkening their depths, and my heart stutters at the dangerous glint. He yanks hard on my hair, forcing my head back and baring my neck. Pain zings along my scalp, and tears spring to my eyes.

“You ruined it.” His voice is deceptively calm, belying the storm in his eyes. “I was going to reward you. Let you swallow my cum like a good girl.”

I shake my head, keening softly at the sensation of his fingers twisting tighter in my hair. My scalp burns as he pulls harder, and I can’t stop the involuntary movement of my legs rubbing together. This potent mixture of pain and pleasure delights me, and I’m ashamed of my body’s response.

He twists my hair, forcing my neck to the side. A soft cry tears from my lips, and my body arched in submission. “Then, I was going to paint your pretty face with it, so you could see how beautiful you look covered in my cum.”

My pussy clenches at his graphic words, and I can’t stop a soft, needy whimper. His other hand tangles in my hair, and he tugs, holding me firmly in place. The sting on my scalp and the stretch of my hair excite me, pushing me closer to the edge. I hate that I love this.

“But you couldn’t control yourself, could you?” His voice is harsh and full of condemnation. “So impulsive. I hadn’t even finished, and you had to ruin it by coming without permission.”

The anger in his eyes has transformed into something else, something wild, and my breath catches. He yanks on my hair, forcing me to bite back a moan. I close my eyes, picturing what he described, and my body betrays me with a fresh wave of dampness.

“Little slut,” he snarls. “Open your eyes.”

My eyes snap open, but his hand entangles further in my hair. Helplessness washes over me, and my mouth falls open with a soft gasp.

The first hot burst hits my face, and I cry out hoarsely, caught between humiliation and arousal. I’m disgusted with my reaction, my body practically trembling with need as the second spurt paints my cheek, some of it landing on my tongue.

I try to tell myself I hate this and that it’s disgusting, but I’m lying. I love it, the power he wields over me, the twisted desires he awakens.

He releases his grip on my hair, cupping the back of my neck, holding me gently now. “Look at me, Eden.” His soft command sends a shiver down my spine.

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