18. Gage
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The darkness within me stirs like a beast awakening from slumber. I’ll indulge its cravings tonight, and Aurora will be the prey. I’ve never had a woman more than once. More often than not, they end up buried six feet under once I’m done with them. Yet, she brought me to my knees last night. It’s time I repay the favor.
I stand at the base of the Ferris wheel, the carnival lights casting a chilling glow over the deserted fairground.
Ford approaches, his typical easy-going demeanor replaced by unease. “Are you sure about this, man?” he asks. Ty won’t be happy if he finds out.”
I remain silent, my jaw clenched beneath the skull mask. Ford knows better than to question me further. He shakes his head and moves to prepare the ride.
In the distance, I spot a familiar figure making her way toward us.
Aurora.
Her dark hair is curled over her shoulders, and her blue eyes shine with excitement. She’s drawn to danger, just as I knew she would be, but tonight, I want her fear.
Ford ushers us into the cage. His movements hurried. He glances toward Ty’s office before closing the gate and starting the ride.
The ride rises, and Aurora’s gaze locks with mine. She offers a tentative smile, but I remain impassive, my quietness a calculated strike at her composure.
As we reach the top, the ride grinds to a halt, leaving us suspended high above the ground. Those stunning blue eyes widen.
“Gage?” she whispers.
I say nothing, drinking in the sight of her fear, which is blooming.
Aurora swallows hard. “Why did you bring me up here?”
Still, I offer no response, my silence stretching between us like a living thing.
She shifts closer. “Gage, please say something.”
The cage creaks as it sways in the night breeze. I can sense her growing unease, her fear mingling with something darker that calls to the monster within.
She licks her lips, her gaze never wavering from mine. “Are you going to hurt me?”
The question confirms my silence has been effective. Aurora fears for her life. Taking a step closer to her, I pick up the rope from the seat, gripping it in my calloused hands, the fibers scratching against my skin.
She grasps my intent, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Gage, what are you doing?” she whispers.
I don’t answer. My movements are slow and calculated as I draw nearer. The cage sways with my steps, forcing Aurora to grip the bars to steady herself.
Without uttering a word, I wrap the rope around her delicate wrists, securing them together.
She winces, but I see the undeniable spark of need in her expression. I tighten the knot, then pull her arms above her head to loop the other end of the rope through the mesh cage, trapping her.
“Please...” she breathes.
This, right here, is the crescendo of our twisted symphony, and I’m its composer, orchestrating every tremor and gasp.
Aurora tugs against the restraints, testing their strength. Her skin flushes, her pulse fluttering beneath the delicate skin of her throat. “Why are you doing this?” she asks.
The shadows caress her, enveloping her in their dark embrace. Slowly, I reach out, my fingers caressing the soft curve of her cheek with my gloved finger.
Aurora flinches, her eyes wide and uncertain.
I lean closer, and she shivers, her body responding to my proximity despite her fear. My fingers glide down her throat, detecting the frantic throb of her pulse.
The world fades away, leaving us in this dark cage of depravity. I pull back and stare into Aurora’s wide, fearful eyes as she trembles before me, bound and helpless. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath.
For a long moment, I simply savor the rush of power that courses through my veins. I live for this—the thrill of the hunt, the intoxicating quality of another’s terror.
Finally, I break the heavy silence, my voice a low rumble reverberating between us. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
I see the fear conflicting with that darker craving that drew her to me.
“To meet the true monster,” I continue, leaning in closer until my masked face is mere inches from hers. “To gaze into the abyss and let it gaze back into you.”
She sucks in a sharp breath when I trail a gloved finger along her jawline, relishing how she shivers at my touch.
“You think you want this,” I murmur, my voice a seductive purr. “You think you can handle the darkness that lives inside me. But you have no idea what you’re inviting in, little one.” Slowly, I move my hand to her collarbone.
“I can show you things that’ll haunt your nightmares,” I breathe, tightening my grip. “I can make you scream and beg and pray for mercy. And you’ll love every second.” I lean in closer still, my mask brushing against the shell of her ear. “Tell me you want it,” I growl, the words laced with a savage edge. “Tell me you want to see the monster.”
Silence hangs between us for an endless heartbeat. Then, finally, she gives the briefest of nods.
I step closer, towering over her. At the same time, I undo the button on her skirt and drag the zipper down, relishing the revealing of her soft skin. The fabric slides down her hips, pooling at her feet, leaving her vulnerable.
Her breath quickens as I gaze at the lace of her lingerie, covering what I crave. With a swift motion, I reach for the delicate fabric of her blouse and rip it open, buttons scattering across the floor. The sound of tearing fabric is like a primal call.
Her eyes never leave mine, a silent invitation to continue. I draw my knife, the metal glinting in the dim light. With a smooth motion, I slice through her bra, the fabric falling away to unveil her breasts. And then through her panties, leaving her utterly naked.
She whimpers, her body arching toward me as I trace the blade down her bare arm, enjoying how she flinches at the icy touch of the steel.
I slide to my knees, the cold floor grounding me in this moment, in the stark reality of Aurora’s submission. I part her legs, savoring the anticipation emanating from her every quiver. With a firm and possessive grip, I push her thighs wider, marveling at the image of her so exposed, so ready, so utterly at my mercy.
I glide the smooth edge of the blade along her inner thigh, causing a shiver to run through her. The sharp contrast between the icy steel and the heat of her flesh makes her gasp, the sound like music to my ears.
I lift my mask so my mouth is uncovered and press it to her pussy. Her sweetness is overwhelming, a heady rush that drowns out every other thought. The knife remains a constant, tantalizing threat that heightens every sensation. I trace it delicately over her skin to keep her on edge without cutting her.
Her hips buck, a soft moan slipping past her parted lips. I grip her tighter, keeping her still as I continue my assault, my tongue exploring every inch of her.
The knife dances higher, teasingly close to her cunt, and her breath catches in her throat. I pull back momentarily, locking eyes with her wide, expectant gaze.
“Do you trust me?” I murmur.
Her nod is small, but it’s all I need. With a final, lingering glance at her, I move my mouth back to her cunt, trailing the knife along her inner thighs in tandem to unravel her completely.
Her thighs squeeze tight around my masked face as she writhes, her cries echoing through the empty fairgrounds. I savor the sweet taste of her on my tongue, her moans spurring me on as I relish the power I hold over her body, over her pleasure.
With each flick of my tongue, she tenses, her back arching. I stroke inside her with my tongue, relishing the way she shakes, knowing she’s on the edge. I want to feel her explode, feel the full force of her release.
She bucks wildly, her body convulsing as she cries out, her juices flowing over my tongue. I drink her in, my body responding to her pleasure. The monster lurking within me stirs, craving more.
I stand and slip my mask back into place, my eyes fixed on her. She’s panting, her skin flushed, and her eyes glazed with satisfaction. But the night is far from over.
My gaze rakes over her naked body, taking in the way she shivers, her wrists still bound, her legs trembling. She’s completely at my mercy.
Reaching behind me, I draw my gun, the cold steel a familiar comfort in my hand. Aurora’s eyes grow wide as I pull out the weapon, her breath catching in her throat.
I trace the barrel slides down through the valley of her breasts and over her stomach, cutting a path straight to her cunt. I keep her gaze as the metal teases her skin.
Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She wants this, wants the danger, and craves the darkness I offer.
I press the gun against her. She’s swollen and slick, the barrel sliding through her folds. Her hips buck as the cold steel teases her most sensitive spot.
A whimper escapes her lips, and I keep my attention locked on her, daring her to look away. The gun is a natural extension of my hand, an instrument of my desire. Aurora is at my mercy, and my power over her is intoxicating. Slowly, I drag the barrel through her soaked pussy.
Her body leans toward me, seeking more. I twist the gun, the metal kissing her clit, and she lets out a moan, the sound filling the silent night.
I trace the barrel back to her entrance, pressing it inside her slowly but deliberately.
Aurora’s eyes roll back, her head falling backward. The restraints cut into her skin as she strains against them, but she doesn’t beg for freedom. Instead, she urges me on with her body, her hips moving rhythmically, fucking herself on the gun.
The gun is soaked in her arousal, driving me to thrust deeper. A smile spreads across my face as she gasps and bucks against me. My free hand grips her hip, holding her in place as I penetrate her with it.
“You like that, don’t you, little one?” I growl. “You like the danger. The thrill of me fucking you with my gun.”
Aurora’s eyes fly open, her gaze locking with mine, and she moans. I love her silent submission and how she surrenders to me so easily.
“That’s it, take it. Take my gun.” My thumb finds her swollen clit, rubbing slow circles as I move the barrel in and out of her. “Is this what you wanted? To be at the mercy of a monster like me?”
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her head falling back, exposing the graceful line of her neck. “Yes,” she gasps.
With my free hand, I grip her throat, tightening my hold. Her pulse flutters wildly beneath my gloved fingertips. “Don’t move,” I command, my voice hard. “Don’t make a sound.”
I pull the gun out and raise it, slick with her arousal, watching a myriad of emotions play across her face. The urge to fight battles with the spark of desire dancing in her eyes. Not that she could fight me, anyway. I’ve got her trapped.
“Suck it.” My voice is a hoarse growl.
Her gaze flicks between my masked face and the gun in my hand. I savor her uncertainty.
“You heard me, little one. Open that pretty mouth and suck.” I inch the barrel closer to her lips, the steel glinting menacingly in the soft moonlight.
Slowly, she parts her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously. I hold her gaze as she wraps her mouth around the barrel, her tongue tentatively tasting her own arousal.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Take more of it.”
She closes her eyes, surrendering to the moment as she slides her lips down the barrel. My breath catches as I watch her tongue swirl, her lips sealing around the steel. This erotic image will linger in my mind long after tonight.
“Deeper,” I command, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Take it all, or I’ll make you regret it.”
Her eyes fly open, a spark of terror evident. She slides her lips further down the barrel, taking it deep into her throat and gagging at the sudden intrusion.
“Good girl,” I praise, stroking her cheek. “You’ve got such a pretty mouth.”
She pulls back, the gun leaving her mouth with a wet pop. Then, with deliberate slowness, I bring the gun down to her cunt again. Aurora’s teeth sink into her lip when I guide the barrel back inside her once more. Her eyes flutter closed as she surrenders, her pussy welcoming the steel. I twist the gun inside her, drawing a sharp gasp from her throat.
“Keep your eyes open,” I command. “I want you to watch me fuck you with my gun.”
She complies. Her gaze locked on mine as I thrust the gun in and out of her, her body responding despite the threat of the weapon. Her cum glistens on the metal, a testament to how much she loves this fucked up game.
The night echoes with her gasps and moans as I fuck her with savage precision, the gun a sinister tool of pleasure.
As she bucks her hips, seeking more, her wrists strain against the rope, leaving red marks on her skin. “More,” she begs, her voice raw with need. “Please, I need more.”
I smirk, withdrawing the gun from her and bringing it to her lips once more. “Clean it,” I command. “Make it shine, or there’ll be consequences.”
She wastes no time, her tongue swirling over the metal, licking away the evidence of our sin. I watch, fascinated, as she sucks and licks. The sight is enough to make my dick leak.
When I’m satisfied, I remove the gun from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the steel. She shudders, her eyes wild, as I drop the gun and unzip my pants, desperate to bury myself inside her.
The monster within demands it.