Page 7 of Mask & Strap
“It would seem so,” I grumbled. “Wait, did I tell you her name?”
“Sure.”
Taking Jax’s hand, I followed her down the aisle. “Can we ride the Ferris-wheel next?”
“Reading my mind, Little Birdie.”
“You still haven’t told me how you know my name.”
“Name, address, height, weight, and exactly what that pretty face looks like behind your cat disguise.” Jax swung open the metal gate to the Ferris-wheel. “You know, we have a big wheel like this in London, too. Ladies first.”
My mouth dropped open. “You got ahold of my file, didn’t you?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, that’s not fair. I want that information about you as well.”
“Do you really think you get to make demands, Little Birdie? I’m in charge here.” She took my hand and helped me onto a swaying purple cart. Joining me, she lowered the bar, and the ride pulled backwards, whooshing tendrils of hair into my face. Jax reached over, tucking the strays behind my ears.
I bit my lip. “So tender for someone so violent.”
“So bold for someone so timid. Here,” she bent over and unlaced her boots before removing my pumps and slipping my feet into her shoes. “I can’t take watching you limp around like a wounded gazelle anymore. This is me breaking the rules, by the way.” She tied her too-big boots tightly at my ankles.
“You’re just going to run around in socks?” I awed. “You don’t have to do that.”
Jax shrugged a shoulder. “I may be a psychopath, primal-playing asshole, but I’m still a gentlewoman.”
Opening my mouth to respond, the cart swayed as we stopped at the top of the wheel, while other riders boarded on the ground below. The night sky twinkled with stars and flashing lights from the sprawling park.
Suddenly, Jax put her arm on the other side of me, her mask inches from my face as she slipped to the narrow metal floor of our ride. “Spread your legs,” she ordered gruffly. “Now.”
“Here? Now?” I asked, breathless.
“You heard me. Do as you’re told.”
“What if I don’t?” I challenged, already breathing heavier. “What then?”
With a low growl, Jax tilted her head, the black and green mask becoming an eerie thing once more. “Want me to force mytongue into your tight little pussy? Because that’s what’s about to happen — whether you obey willingly or not.”
My pulse dropped to my aching center, and while I wanted her more than anything — something about the refusal and her persistence thrilled me. With a smile, I shook my head, crossed my arms, and feigned an obviously fake. “No, I don’t think so.”
Jax roughly put a hand on each of my knees and forced them apart. “Stop it,” I tried to sound serious, but let out a breathy giggle. “Get off of me.”
Please don’t stop, I want it so bad.Were my true thoughts, but for some reason, the lack of control and that dangerous way Jax looked at me through her mask, had my panties soaked once more.
I fought, wiggling my hips, fighting to close my legs to no avail. Like I were as weak as a twig, Jax spread me wide and sank into the space between my thighs. My knees propped open by her wide, tattooed shoulders. Continuing the game, I pushed at her. “No, don’t you dare.”
“You’ll take what I give you and you’ll like it, Little Birdie,” she growled, taking the fishnets at the apex of my thighs and tearing them. She hooked her finger into my panties and yanked them aside before positioning her mask just over her nose. My eyes glued to the bottom half of her exposed face, and she smirked, my god, she smirked, and my heart melted.
“I thought you didn’t want this?” She teased, flicking her thumb over my sensitive clit. “You sure about that?”
“Don’t stop — I mean — stop,” I whimpered weakly.
Jax chuckled gruffly, spreading the lips of my pussy so wide the night air sent a tingle of chill up my spine. I’d never been so exposed, I’d never been fingered on the ground while people watched, I’d never been chased, and I’d certainly never been eaten out on the top of a carnival ride… yeah, this was better than reading on the sofa, for sure.
Pressing her lips against my slit, she let out a low growl and skimmed her teeth against my sensitive nerves. My hips wiggled in my seat as I grabbed onto the back of her short brown hair. My grip couldn’t decide if it was pulling her away or pushing her closer into me as my needy hips rose to meet her gorgeous lips.
Jax swiped her tongue down my center. A small gasp pushed through my throat as her tongue circled my clit. Jax groaned against me, “Fuck, you taste really fucking good. Is this what fear does to you, Little Birdie? Is this how you taste when you don’t want my tongue?”
