Birdie
Jax stood, towering over me, all rippled abs and sweat stained sports bra. She looked positively menacing, projecting her green glow over my half naked body. Excitement surged through me, and I fought to stand and do as I was told… run.
When suddenly, a beep rang out over the loudspeaker.
The rides stopped spinning and went dark in unison.
The mechanical voice spoke into the fog again.
“Players, it’s intermission, so you know what that means.
It’s playtime. Predator and prey coexist, emerge from your foxhole and frolic with your hunter… until the next bell rings, of course.”
Jax extended a hand to help me up. “I usually hate this part of the game — but tonight… maybe it won’t be so bad.”
“What’s happening now?” Just as I asked, I startled at the music that blasted behind me as the swing ride spun to life. Likewise, all the other park games jolted awake, flashing their iridescent bulbs and chiming their circus music.
Jax stepped back and extended her arms. “What do you want to ride first?”
My lip quirked a small, suggestive smile, and Jax did something remarkable…
she laughed. The sound sent a flurry of butterflies through my ribs as she took my hand, interlacing her rough fingers with mine.
“Oh, you’ll get a ride on me later. For now, how about a turn on the magic roundabout? Which horse would you fancy?”
A small giggle erupted from my chest as Jax pulled me towards the ride.
“You mean the merry-go-round?” We stepped onto the ride, and I chose a pink unicorn, while Jax mounted a black racing stallion next to me.
Several other players, still donning both cute and grotesque masks, joined us and laughed as they picked their seats.
“So… it’s like a break from the scary?” I asked, looking around.
Jax laughed again and gestured to the park. “This is all a break from the scary. This whole night, this one night on Halloween, once a year — it’s our reprieve.”
Her words tumbled through my mind as the ride started with a jolt, my horse lifting me up and down in the air. I wondered what my masked companion looked like behind her mask. I’d only caught a glimpse of her strong, square jaw and full lips earlier. Would she ever let me see her face?
“Do you come every year?” I asked.
“This is my fourth year, yes.”
“What do you do outside of… all this?”
“Those are questions we’re not allowed to ask, Birdie. But I can tell you, my daylight-life isn’t nearly as exciting as the game.”
“Neither is mine,” I confessed, holding onto my unicorn’s worn, copper horn. “If I hadn’t been dragged here tonight, I’d be at home reading.”
“Reading what?”
“Lady Venom Takes a Mistress, by Kat Blackthorne.”
Jax nodded. “Sounds like a book you’d like.”
“You’ve heard of it?” Surprise warmed my chest. Of course she read smut. Jax was perfect mystery all cloaked in intrigue and thoughtfulness.
Jax shrugged a shoulder. “Too much purple prose for me — but I can understand the appeal. Sorry you got stuck with a masculine, masked lesbian and not a femme domme snake demoness.”
I giggled. “Oh, no, I got stuck with an incredibly sexy, muscular, purge-masked hottie. What a letdown. However… I’m sure an experienced player like yourself isn’t thrilled that you got stuck babysitting me all night.”
“Who says I’m stuck? I’m exactly where I want to be, baby. I chose you the moment I saw you. It’s just lucky for me you wanted it, too.”
“And if I didn’t want it?”
“Then it’s a good thing for me that I’m a lot bigger and stronger than you are.
Anyway, I take it you didn’t read what you signed earlier.
Your safe word is red, if you really don’t want something, use it.
Otherwise, ‘no, stop, don’t, quit it, I don’t want it,’ are all green lights for me and any other chaser here. ”
My thighs clenched at that interesting confession and imparting of information. The ride stopped, and Jax picked me up off my horse and sat me on my aching heels. “Lu-Lu must really hate you to make you wear those tonight.”
“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 my tongue 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?”
“Uh huh,” I nodded. “Enjoying how much I want you to stop?”
She looked up at me with that devastating smirk again. “Oh, I’m about to enjoy this even more. Ready to be tongue fucked, baby?”
“What is—“
In a quick motion, Jax dropped further, pushing her whole tongue inside me. I cried out at the full and tantalizingly wet and warm feel of her. Moving in and out, she filled me, the top of her lip hitting against my clit with each thrust of her face.
With a sudden, unexpected jerk, the cart rocked as the ride started again.
Whooshing us down and giving the people below a full viewing of my spread wide legs and Jax eating me out.
The small line cheered as we passed, and Jax raised a fist in triumph at their applause.
I couldn’t help my giggle at the insanity of this whole situation.
But something about being masked, about everyone being masked, helped my normal urge to be embarrassed fade away.
No one knew who I was, well, except for Jax, apparently.
And I’d never see any of these people again, regardless.
That thought stung me like a wasp in July. Would I ever see Jax again after this night? After the game ended? Did I want to see her again? Or should our fling be left to the rust and shadows of this abandoned clown park?
“Focus on me,” Jax demanded, pressing her short nails into my hips as she held me firm to my seat — and my position against her face. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“You feel… so… good,” I whimpered, barely able to get the words out as my release built. “You fuck me so good.”
“That’s right, I do. God, baby, you’re delicious. Come around my tongue. I want to feel you pulsing around me. I want you dripping down my face — got it? You better fucking soak me in your come, Birdie.”
She pushed her tongue into me harder then, moving faster, thrusting into me with such strength the cart rocked back and forth, swinging us in a terrifying dance as the ride rotated.
Grabbing her hair, my head fell back and my moan wrecked from my chest.
“That’s it, baby,” she murmured against me. “Fuck yes, scream it loud so everyone can hear how good I tongue-fuck you.”
She didn’t have to tell me, but those words, her British accent, her tongue… I shattered, screaming my release as I felt my wetness slick down her lips and onto her cheeks and chin. My orgasm coated my thighs and my ripped fishnets as I panted through my aftershocks of pleasure.
Jax leaned back on her knees, the lower portion of her face glistening with me, and left me with a final smirk before adjusting her mask. Just as I was about to speak — the beep over the speakers rang again.
“Hope you’ve had fun, players. Because we forgot to issue your five minute warning.” The voice cackled sinisterly. “Oh, well. The game is back on. Run, run, run, run…”
“Oh, shit,” Jax said under her breath as the ride creaked to an abrupt halt, leaving us as the second cart to the top.
The three people just above us called out. “Oh, shit is right, Jax. Who’s the pretty kitty? Does kitty wanna play with us?”
“I definitely do not want to play with them,” I whispered in panic.
“I’m not letting anyone else have you,” Jax said definitively, sending warmth through me again. “Climb onto my back,” she ordered. “Now.”
Something in the tone of her voice told me to listen and not push. Standing on the wobbly cart, I wrapped my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist. Someone jumped, landing on the railing of the ride behind us.
The woman from earlier, in the blue purge mask, stared back at me with chains wrapped around her wrists. I screamed as they reached for me. “My turn,” she threatened. “Give up your toy, Jax.”
“Hold on tight,” Jax said quickly before leaping off the side. I buried my face in her neck, expecting to hit the ground, but instead, Jax balanced on a metal beam before jumping down to another.
The blue mask was on our trail, though. “She’s getting closer!” I yelled over the carnival music.
The blue purge masked jerk landed with a thump behind us as we reached the grass, tossing their chains back and forth in their hold. Two friends in identical masks joined behind her. “Come on, Jax, it’s not nice not to share. Hand her over, and this can be easy.”
Jax set me to my feet and whispered. “Run, Little Birdie. Run as fast as you can.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” I argued.
The blue masked woman menacingly stepped forward.
“I said, run,” Jax repeated lowly.
Reluctantly, I let go of her hand, and did as I was told. Taking off in a sprint that was much easier than it was in heels. Though Jax’s boots were loose around my feet, they gave me the traction I needed to race into the fog.
Yelling sounded behind me along with the rattling of chains. I couldn’t look back, I was too afraid, and I had no idea where I was going.
Terror of being chased mixed with the fear of never seeing her again.
WHAT IF I NEVER SAW HER AGAIN?