Page 11 of Mask & Strap
A head start.
Turning on my heel, I pushed off as fast as I could. My heart beating in my ears.
“Two…”
Dodging behind a small roller coaster, I hoped the zig-zag would throw her off for a few minutes. Pumping my arms, I ran, and ran. Passing people fucking on a clown ride, passing a man crawling on the ground, collared and leashed by a woman with a whip, my lungs burned in my throat — but a giggle pushed from my lips.
This was fun.
This was really fun.
I didn’t even want to come here. Leaving the comfort of my cozy reading nook and escapism of my ebook wasn’t in the cards. Being abandoned by who I thought was my friend and heels that cut up my ankles weren’t ideal. The fear I’d experienced here, the terror of being chased, the ambiguity of the concealed faces around me… it had all created in me a sense of complete freedom and joy I’d scarcely believed existed outside of fictional worlds.
An escape from the scary, Jax had called the games. I hadn’t understood it then — but now I did.
The controlled fear.
The lack of control or the possession of it — whichever the player wanted… all under the crimson umbrella of the safe word red.
Fire burnt my lungs, and sweat stained my brow. Just when I thought I’d figured out how to evade my chaser — heavy footfalls sounded behind me. “You’re so fucking mine,” Jax growled, gaining on me.
I squealed a girly squeak and charged forward, fighting the urge to laugh, but unable to ignore the ache between my thighs.
As I rounded a patch of grass, something crashed into me with force and fervor. My breath knocked from my chest as I landed on wet earth beneath a light-up clown archway. My captor rolled me over onto my back. I went to sit up, but Jax put her hand around my throat, pinning me to the ground.
“Caught you,” she taunted, pushing her hips with that hard toy attached to her against my center.
I sighed and wiggled, hoping I could be a fraction as sexy as the woman I watched from earlier. Jax leaned back, her bloodied, dirtied six pack abs glistening under the changing lights of the bulbed arch above us. “Get off of me,” I weakly pushed at her middle, still panting from the run. All the endorphins sinking to the heat collecting in my panties. “Go away,” I said breathlessly. Somehow mygo awaysounded a lot likecome closer.
“Never,” Jax said roughly. “You’re caught and you’re got.” She unclicked her belt and unbuttoned her jeans with a flick of her thumb. Reaching inside her boxers, she pulled out the long, glowing green strap-on dildo she’d teased me with earlier. “Ready to take my cock, Little Birdie?” Moving forward, she swiped the head of the toy down my soaking center.
I nodded enthusiastically before remembering the game. Correcting my mistake, I shook my head. “No, not at all ready.”
Jax let out a dark chuckle and yanked my panties down my thighs. With a groan, she eased two fingers down my pussy. “You sure feel ready. Being my prey suits you… it gets you wet… makes you needy for me. Doesn’t it, baby?”
I swallowed and nodded. She was right, and I couldn’t even pretend she wasn’t. Pushing my hips forward, her glowing appendage lined with my opening.
“You remember your safe word?” She asked lowly, bracing herself up on her palms with thinly veiled restraint.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good, because I’m not about to hold back.”
“Please don’t —“
Before I could finish my sentence, ‘please don’t hold back’, Jax made good on her declaration. With one swift motion, her massive strap filled me to the hilt. I cried out, feeling its stretch burning my pussy.
She moved in and out, my wetness slicking against her. “How’s that feel, baby?”
“So good,” I whined, unable to speak much more. My hands roamed her shoulders, and my gaze landed on her exposed chin. “Can I kiss you?”
“Keep my mask on,” she whispered, stilling inside me. Carefully, I reached up and pulled her mask up over her lips. Slowly, I pressed my lips to hers, feeling a torrent of butterflies whirl like a tornado of feeling in my chest.
Jax kissed me back, slowly at first. After a few moments of our mouths exploring each other, she parted my lips and darted her tongue with mine. At the same time, she pushed further into me, catching my moan into her mouth.
“Fuck,” she swore, thrusting faster. “Those sounds you make… the way your hips move… fuck, Birdie, you’re a vision.”
The feeling of fullness retreated and then expanded with every pounding of her hips. I felt my climax rise and held onto my captor’s arms.
