Chapter 17 Jules
JULES
Iblink at the insane carnie staring down at me with a manic glint in his pale eyes. Did he really just say he’s going to keep me like some sex slave—of course after I help him kill a man, then tell me to get on a carousel horse so he can… fuck me on it?
Elias turns me and nudges me forward so I have to hold on to a horse for stability. Looks like he’s being serious. And I don’t think I should be as wet as I am at the thought.
“Just one thing,” he murmurs, approaching the emergency switches on the central column. With a press of a button, the horses stop rising and falling, though the platform is still spinning.
My breaths come in staggered pants, and I’m shivering as I wait for Elias to get back to me. When his hands grab my waist, I jump, nearly falling back into his arms.
“Shh,” he soothes, his lips near my ear. “You know I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
The bastard’s right. He plays my body like a virtuoso, and I’m weak at the knees just anticipating whatever he has in store for me next.
“Is your ass still prepped for me, Little Sapphire?”
I moan at the question, suddenly acutely aware of the cum and fake blood still filling my back tunnel.
Elias chuckles, the sensual sound caressing my senses.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, hop on.”
Without warning, he lifts me so I’m lying on the horse’s back, my arms wrapped around its neck, making the pole on the side obsolete.
“Wha—how?” I sputter. Goosebumps prick to life over my butt cheeks as air hits the leaking crack of my ass.
Elias’s hand runs down my back and over the curve of my bottom.
“I want to see how my cane looks filling that sweet hole. Think you can take the jeweled top for me, baby?”
“Oh my god,” I say on an exhale. My pussy clenches over nothing, feeling empty even as I leak over the saddle.
“Sounds like another yes to me,” Elias drawls. He moves further back and groans. “Fuck, your ass looks good, Jewel. Makes me want to fuck it again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him fucking it either. But I don’t say it out loud, still trying to hold on to the last vestiges of my sanity. I can’t possibly want this… can I? A future with a murdering carnival ringmaster?
Elias’s finger starts probing my asshole, and I wiggle atop the horse. It doesn’t take long before he’s knuckle deep with one finger, then two, slowly fucking my back entrance. My swollen clit pulses, desperate for his touch.
“Let’s start with the tip, shall we?” Elias muses. “This might feel a bit cold,” he adds gleefully.
My arms hurt from clutching onto the horse, my body wound tight from arousal and want. When the cold, brassy tip of Elias’s cane touches my puckered hole, a sound unlike anything I’ve ever produced leaves my throat.
“This is so wrong,” I whisper, the words swallowed by the music. “So dirty.”
Even if Elias lets me go after tonight, will my life ever be the same, now that I’ve experienced this kind of passion, a depravity I didn’t know I needed with my orgasms? I’m not the same person I was before Seven Sins came into Marrow Falls. And a part of me isn’t sure I’d take it back if I could.
I bear down on the cane, my ass swallowing it inch by inch. Elias hisses loud enough to carry over the repetitive tunes.
“Fuck, Jules. You’re a filthy, filthy girl. Taking so much of my cane in that tight hole.”
“Elias,” I whine, wiggling back against the intrusion. “I need more.”
“I know you do. You won’t be satisfied until both of your holes are stuffed full, isn’t that right?”
He slaps my ass, the vibrations enhancing the intrusion of the cane, and I yelp, the sound quickly morphing into a desperate moan.
“I’m ordering a custom butt plug made just for you,” he continues, still casually fucking my ass with brass-tipped lacquered wood. “A sapphire jewel on the outside, the plug as thick as my cock.”
“Yes, please,” I hear myself saying. Am I drooling on the horse?
Elias’s laughter makes my ass clench around the cane, sucking it in deeper. I didn’t know I could get turned on by being embarrassed, threatened, treated so lewdly, and used like an object. How is Elias finding buttons I didn’t even know existed?
“I knew you’d be a wildcat from the moment I saw you in the crowd.”
I protest when he pulls the cane out, instantly missing the dark pleasure it gave me. But he doesn’t make me wait long. The rounded handle feels smooth against my rosebud and warmed up from his grip on it.
“Let’s see your asshole stretch around this,” Elias drawls mockingly. The degrading tone sets my already throbbing clit on fire.
“God, I need to come,” I think out loud, my voice sounding unfamiliar to my own ears. Who is this wanton woman?
“Soon, Little Sapphire. I want to play with your ass just a little bit longer. Will you let me do that?” My ass burns as he pushes deeper, the sphere stretching me to my limits. “Will you let me defile your body?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“What was that?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl,” Elias purrs, just as the sphere breaches that tight ring of muscle, plugging my ass.
“Oh fuck!” I shriek. “That feels so good.”
It’s pressing against my walls, hitting all the right spots, lighting my nerve endings on fire.
“Are you going to come for me, Jules?” Elias asks nonchalantly, like he’s not plundering my ass with an object that wasn’t made for sex. More than that, his cane is a symbol of his other persona, the carnival ringmaster, the man who pulls all the strings.
“Y—yes,” I squeal, pushing back, searching for more sensation.
“Let me see it, baby,” he encourages darkly. “I want to see you soak this horse with your cum.”
“Oh… Oh god!” I whine, the pressure winding up to unbearable levels.
Suddenly, Elias enters my pussy with two fingers, pressing against the cane in my ass through the thin skin separating the tunnels.
“Now, Jules. Come for me now.”
My body obeys his command, the tension snapping like a rubber band pulled too far. I let out a gurgling scream as my muscles clench over the cane and his fingers, my pussy spraying in waves, the orgasm ripping through me like a freight train.
“That’s it. That’s my filthy girl,” Elias praises as I’m still flying, my body like one giant well-pleasured nerve ending.
With one last groan, I go lax, collapsing over the horse’s back, my pelvis wet from my own cum. I’m trembling, embarrassed, sticky, and sore.
And I’ve never felt more satisfied.