Chapter 33
JULES
I’m in our trailer, stuffing my face with potato chips and working on a book idea I’ve had, when there’s a knock at the door. I wipe my hand on my leggings like a complete barbarian and open it to reveal Jack, the friendly mechanic from my first night with Elias. That feels so long ago now.
“Hey, you,” I greet him. “Elias isn’t here. I think they’re setting up the Big Top for tomorrow?”
Jack’s grin makes me fight back the urge to bite my lip. There’s something predatory about it, and it appeals to that dark part of me that Elias woke up.
“Oh, we’re done with the Big Top,” he drawls. “That’s why I’m here, actually. Bossman wants you there.”
My eyebrow pops up. “Really? Oh, okay.” I look down at my white T-shirt and black leggings, my feet in flip flops. I wiggle my toes. “Should I change?”
“Nope,” Jack replies, popping the p. “You’re fine in whatever.”
“Alright,” I say, suddenly feeling nervous. What’s going on?
Jack leads me to the Big Top, chit-chatting about nothing particular. When we get close to the large tent, I notice deep orchestral chanting and melodies coming from it.
“What’s going on?” I breathe, my feet now rooted to the ground.
Jack’s hand wraps around my arm, and I flinch in alarm. “It’s okay, Jules. Come on in.”
He leads me around to the main entrance, and I stop again when I realize the tent is dark. There’s only the music. I don’t even notice when Jack’s hand disappears from my arm. When I look for him next to me, he’s gone.
“Hello?” I call out over the chanting. “This isn’t funny, guys…”
Suddenly, the spotlight turns on. I blink at the sudden brightness, my eyes watering. When my vision focuses, I see Elias standing in the ring, dressed in his ringmaster suit, complete with the top hat, mask, and cane. He’s standing next to a trapeze swing, his arms crossed at his chest.
“Welcome, Little Sapphire,” he calls out. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
We?
I look around to see the vague outlines of dozens of people in the stands, all of them turned my way.
Holy hell. The entire Seven Sins crew is here, in on… whatever this is.
“Position,” Elias calls out, drawing my attention to him again. He’s gesturing at the trapeze swing.
“Wh—what is going on?” I ask, my voice shaky. When he doesn’t reply, I move closer, hoping to find the answer in his eyes. But when I’m close enough to smell his citrusy cologne, I realize the mask is firmly in place, his face unreadable.
“Undress,” he commands, his voice loud and echoing over the music.
“Why?” I breathe. “What are you going to do to me?”
Elias tilts his head. “It’s time for a show, Jewel.”
I try to swallow, but it gets stuck in my throat.
“Is… Is this some kind of ritual?” I ask quietly, the question meant for him alone.
He throws his head back, laughing, before moving his lips to my ear.
“Baby, the only thing being sacrificed is your ability to walk tomorrow.”
His words send shivers down my spine. Is he going to fuck me in front of the entire crew? I should hate the thought, but there’s no denying the throbbing pulse in my clit.
“Our Jewel needs some assistance in getting undressed!” Elias calls to the audience, making my eyes bug out.
Before I can protest, Jack vaults over the railing, followed by Ben. I take a step back, bumping into Elias, who places his hands firmly on my shoulders, keeping me in place.
Jack pulls down my leggings and panties as Ben lifts the T-shirt over my head. They jog back to the stands, and I’m standing in front of everyone completely naked.
“Elias,” I protest uncertainly, my shaking hands coming up to cover my breasts and pussy. “I’m not sure…”
“Don’t lie to us, Little Sapphire,” is his reply, loud enough for the crowd to hear. He circles my body, then reaches out between my legs with one hand, batting mine away. “Look at how wet you are.”
I feel my face turn red. Embarrassed, I close my eyes, but a large part of me wishes he’d part my folds with those nimble fingers, play with my clit, make me come.
He grabs my shoulders again, this time walking me backward. “Sit on the bar.”
I let him push me down onto the trapeze, the ropes and lacquered wood biting into my naked thighs as I grab on for balance.
Elias takes a few steps back, enough to be able to see all of me. Enough so that everyone in the stands can see too. He taps the cane against the ground.
“Look at her,” he commands the audience, his tone no different from his nightly performances with townsfolk. He circles me, dragging the tip of the cane over my skin as he does, his boots kicking up sawdust.
The tent feels enormous from here. The music is all around us, loud enough to seep into my bones, quiet enough for our words to be heard by our observers in the shadows. I feel dozens of pairs of eyes on me, on my tits, on my pussy.
I should be mortified… But I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter without stimulation.
Elias uses the tip of his cane to lift up my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“Are you ready to perform, Jules?” he asks, his voice deep and echoing.
I swallow, my mind working a thousand miles an hour. If I do this, there’s no taking it back. I’ll walk around this carnival knowing that everyone who works here has seen me getting fucked, begging for their ringmaster. Every single one of them will know exactly what I sound like when I come.
But I know what my body is asking for. It wants whatever depravity Elias is willing to feed me. I know it’ll be good.
“I’m ready,” I answer, my tone a bit high-pitched, but clear.
Elias’s grin is pure wicked satisfaction. The cane leaves my chin, and he drops down to his knees, his hands on my thighs. The swing is at the perfect height for him to have a direct view of my hungry pussy.
“This is too tempting to ignore,” he says reverently before taking off the black mask and burying his face between my legs. The crowd cheers as I throw my head back, a loud moan escaping my lips.
Elias’s mouth is devastating. He uses the perfect amount of pressure, his tongue swiping over my clit with the right speed, his lips sucking and pulling, making me see stars.
“She’s delicious,” he tells the crowd when he pulls back. His fingers part my nether lips, and the cool air hits my overheated flesh. “Look at this pretty clit. She has such a needy little pussy, our Jewel.”
I whimper when someone chuckles—it sounds like Cole.
“Fuck it with your fingers! Get them all in there!” someone else shouts from the stands.
Elias’s laugh sends goosebumps skittering down my back.
“Great idea,” he replies, then wastes no time inserting two digits into my hole.
I squeal when he hits that sensitive spot inside me, his precision unerring. “Oh god, Elias.”
“No,” he drawls, pulling out just enough to slide in a third finger. “That’s not who I am right now.”
It only takes me a second to realize what he wants. “Master,” I breathe, squirming on the swing. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he asks mildly. “You want more of my fingers, filthy girl?”
“Yes!” I hiss wantonly. “More, Master.”
“See how good she is for me?” Elias asks the audience, getting cheers and whistles in reply. “Four now.”
His fingers stretch my tight channel, finding nerve endings no one’s ever stimulated before.
“Do you want more, Little Sapphire?” he asks me. His eyes lift from my sopping tunnel to meet mine. “Do you want my hand?”
My breath catches in my throat. His hand? I’d never been stretched like that before… But I want it. God, do I want it.
I nod, too excited to speak. Elias’s grin makes me clench around his invasion. It’s sharp, satisfied, possessive—like a demon intent on corrupting me.
“Well. We’d better make your little cunt come for us first, then,” he remarks far too casually for the situation. Like he’s not about to destroy my pussy.
His mouth returns to my clit while he fucks me with four of his fingers, each stroke hitting my G-spot with maddening force.
“Fuck, my pants are too tight,” someone says in the stands. “Hope we’re allowed to jerk off.”
“Hah! The cleaners are going to have fun with this mess,” another remarks.
“Hey, the cleaners are here, and we say fuck blue balls!” a third yells, setting off a chorus of laughter.
“Hear that, Little Sapphire?” Elias murmurs, taking his mouth off my pussy just long enough to speak. “They can’t help themselves.”
My head lolls on my shoulders, my legs trembling as he returns those sinful lips to my clit, and I’m right… there…
“Oh, fuck!” I scream as my back bows. An intense wave of pleasure engulfs my body, retreating before crashing again. Elias’s fingers make wet, obscene sounds loud enough to carry over the music.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, still pistoning four digits inside me. “Get my hand nice and wet for this.”
“Did you see that?” a woman asks from the stands. “I’ve only seen squirting like that in porn!”
“Want me to change that, Lucy?” Logan shouts back at the woman.
“Fuck off, Holloway!” she replies. “Your women leave the carnival looking haunted, and it ain’t because of the haunted house!”
More laughter.
It’s all distant.
Elias’s eyes ground me to the present, to my shivering body, to another orgasm slowly building again.
“Here we go, Jewel,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Breathe for me.”