Chapter 14 Elias
ELIAS
It’s been fun watching Jules stumble through the Haunted House. Her shrieks and gasps of fear brought my dick back to life in record time. I’m already throbbing for her by the time I lock her into the morgue.
“E—Elias?” she breathes, her bare feet nearly soundless as she shuffles around the examination table. “Are you here?”
Interesting. It’s almost like she’s afraid of the unknown more than she is of me. We can’t have that, can we?
I flick a switch to turn on some of the flickering ambient lights, then press on the access panel. A row of fake morgue drawers swings out, and I finally see my jewel without screens between us.
Her brown eyes are wide and aimed at me, her mouth softly open in surprise.
“What?” I ask with a chuckle. “You were just calling out for me. Did you really think I wasn’t watching you on security monitors this whole time?”
“Please. Just let me go,” Jules begs. “I’ll do anything you want.”
I lift an eyebrow and tilt my head, regarding her curiously.
“Anything?”
“Anything,” she confirms, her fingers curling into claws where her hand rests against the examination table.
Grinning, I nod at her clothes. “Take that off and hop onto the table.”
Jules blinks at me. “Wha—what?”
“You heard me,” I drawl, thoroughly enjoying this. I examine my nails and buff them against my suit jacket. “On all fours.”
I can see the wheels turning in her head.
Watch her trying to decide what’s worth her freedom.
In the end, either her sense of preservation or the desire she can’t seem to fight wins over, and her hands move to the bottom of her top.
She grabs the hem and pulls it up and over her head slowly, in a way that’s inadvertently sensual.
When she shimmies out of the ruined lace panties, I can’t pretend I’m not immersed in her movements anymore.
“Good girl,” I whisper, my hands going to the waistband of my pants. “Up you go.”
Jules glances at the examination table, her upper lip curling. I don’t bother telling her that it’s cleaned every night once the carnival closes for visitors. Let her visualize the filth.
She climbs up haltingly, giving me another lingering look before turning her back to me and kneeling on all fours.
I pull my dick out and stroke it, watching her ass part to show me that tight rosebud, her perky tits hanging toward the table, her chin quivering with uncertainty as she waits for my next move, exposed and vulnerable.
Opening a hidden supply drawer, I take out a bottle of oily fake blood. I can’t wait to prep her ass with the dark red substance, watch it cover my dick as I fuck her.
“Do you like getting your ass fucked, Little Sapphire?” I ask her as I position myself within reach. I shake the bottle and open it, squirting the viscous liquid into my palm. “Like getting that tight hole stretched by a thick cock?”
“I… Y—yes,” she says, surprising me. “I love anal.”
“Well,” I muse. “I guess this won’t be much of a punishment then.”
I show her the fake blood on my hand, enjoying the way her breath catches in her throat.
Then I bring it to her opening, smearing it red.
The sight of her blood-covered ass makes me moan, and I don’t have it in me to exercise patience—my dick is leaking for her tight tunnel, my mouth dry from want.
I push one finger in, then the other, slapping her ass with my free hand when she moans.
“You’re enjoying this too much, Jewel,” I say in a mocking tone. “You really are an anal slut, aren’t you?”
When she says nothing, I reach for her chest, twisting and pinching her nipple. Jules lets out a sharp squeak that quickly turns into a whine. Her asshole clenches around my invading fingers.
“Answer me, Jules.”
“Yes,” she moans. “I’m a whore for anal.”
I lean my forehead on the red handprint I made on her ass cheek, huffing out a laugh.
“You’re full of surprises, Little Sapphire. There’d never be a dull moment with you, would there?”
She moans when I pull back, my fingers leaving her ass. She’s prepared enough, her hole lightly gaping and smeared with fake blood. The depraved visuals make my balls pulse with the need to come in her tight heat.
She lets out a little whine of protest, making my lips curl into a smirk despite the need ravaging my body. She’s so perfect. Why did she have to be a threat?
With a growl, I climb onto the examination table and position myself behind her. I grab my dick and line it up, ready to sink in.
“I hope you’re ready to repent.”
She tenses, her body trying to keep me out. “Elias, I…”
“I thought you’d do anything, Little Sapphire. Be a good girl and give me your ass.”
With a shuddering breath, she stops resisting me. I push in, inch by agonizing inch, watching my pierced dick get swallowed by her perfect ass. When I pull halfway back, it comes out smeared in red.
I know Cole likes a little erotic bloodletting—I’ve witnessed it enough times. I never saw the appeal myself. Until now. Until Jules.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.”
I grunt as I bottom out, panting with restraint. She’s so hot, so fucking tight, I want to slam against her like a fiend. Time to distract myself.
Still inside her, I pull my garrote out of my pocket and unwind it. Without a word of warning, I gently wrap the thin wire around her neck.
“Elias!” she protests, trying to squirm away. It’s too late, though.
“Shh. You don’t want to struggle now, Jewel. You might end up cutting your throat.”
“You’re fucking insane!” she sputters. I grunt when she tenses further, her ass strangling my dick, an ironic counterpoint to the garrote around her neck.
“Yeah. I am,” I admit, carefully holding the garrote handles with one hand as I steady her with the other. “But, baby, your pussy is dripping down onto the table. You can’t lie to me. You love this.”
I wonder what turns her on more—my dick in her ass… or the threat of dying while being fucked in a facsimile of a morgue.