Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Aven
Alarge tunnel rotates in front of me, and I’m dizzy before I ever step into the damned thing.
At least the lass isn’t here to see me fall on my ass.
The walls drag me upward, and I scramble out before the spinning walls dump me onto my face.
On the other side of the suspension bridge in front of me, I spot my quarry climbing a wobbling rope ladder to the floor above.
“Gotcha,” I whisper as I grip the bridge and begin to cross.
But all of my confidence goes out the window when the damned boards start to sway. My fingers clench the bridge’s flimsy handholds a bit tighter as I creep to the other side. The lass really does have a head start now.
Despite seeing the ladder from the bridge, it’s unreachable.
A plexiglass partition separates me from access, so I take the side path down a dark hallway.
As I open the door at the end, a large jack-in-the-box pops out for a cheeky jump scare.
I swat the damn thing away and push on. Around the corner, I find the ladder.
I start the climb, which is more difficult for me than it was for the lass. By the time I reach the top, I’m beginning to wonder if this is even fun for her. But then I hear her giggle and catch a glimpse of her golden ponytail disappearing down a red slide.
“Oh shit!” she squeals as she descends.
In my haste to get to the slide, I don’t realize the floor is composed of skinny rollers. The first step sends me onto my back with a groan. The structure shakes with the force of the impact.
“Are you okay?” the lass says somewhere below me.
I open my mouth to say yes, but no sound comes out. Only a squeak.
“Need me to slow down?”
I force my lungs to push air over my vocal cords. “Not a bit. You’d best run!”
She giggles again, and her footsteps patter off somewhere below me. Meanwhile, I’m on my hands and knees, trying to navigate these shit-ass rollers. Whoever called this disaster a fun house should be flogged. I’ll have Jim burn it to the ground after this.
When I finally reach the slide, I’m too exhausted to haul myself the right way round, so I take the son of a bitch headfirst. The slippery tube curves to the left as I’m hurled toward a ball pit at the speed of sound. Bright colors explode against my face as I land.
“Fuck,” I groan.
These authors need to write more realistic chases. I’ll be missing teeth and covered in bruises by the time I catch up with Quinn, but hopefully my dick will still work. That will make up for everything. I just have to get to her before she can escape.
I drag myself out of the ball pit and through a maze of hanging punching bags. Strobe lights flash overhead, and loud rushes of air randomly accost my face. I struggle through and reach the end after being smacked in the skull by no fewer than four bags.
As I navigate another dark hallway, more jump scares pop out. I dodge a swooping ghost, then punch a hanging skeleton in the face for actually fucking scaring me, but it’s all forgotten when I step into the next room.
Mirrors surround me on all sides, and I see no sign of Quinn. I can’t even hear her footsteps nearby. But then the wall shudders, and the girl lets out a groan.
“Shit,” she whispers.
I cover my mouth and laugh silently as she collides with another mirror somewhere further in.
My laughter is short-lived when I realize I have to navigate this monstrosity myself.
With my hand outstretched, I take a few steps and immediately collide with a wall.
The mix of clear and mirrored panels is really doing my fucking head in.
“When I catch you, I’m going to punish you,” I shout toward the ceiling.
Quinn lets out a squeal and collides with another wall, then another. She’s close. I can feel the vibrations each time she makes a misstep. Plus, all the grunting helps.
I turn a corner, and there she is. She sees me in a reflection and turns to run away, but she collides with my chest. I band my arms around her as she giggles and fights to get free.
Lowering my mouth to her ear, I whisper a simple question that quiets her immediately. “Do you want me to take you so that I can use you until I’m satisfied? Or would you prefer to have your own needs met? Choose wisely, lass.”
She sucks in a breath and looks up at me. “Take me.”
I spin her in my arms and pin her against the nearest clear wall.
Unfortunately, there is no wall, and we end up stumbling forward when only air meets us.
But that’s just fine, because as we stumble into another winding section, we’re surrounded by more mirrors than clear panels. No matter where we look, there we are.
I can’t wait to see her from every angle.
When I push her forward again, I’m finally greeted by a wall. With a smirk, I pull her hair to the side and nip her neck. “Hands on the wall, lass, and don’t pull them away until I say.”
She does as she’s told and braces herself against the clear plexiglass as I drop to my knees and snatch her shorts to her feet. I lean forward and sink my teeth into her ass, and the lass yelps and pulls her hands from the wall. I smack her other ass cheek and bite harder.
“I didn’t tell you to move,” I growl.
She slams her hands on the wall again and pants through the pain, so I reward her by kissing the bite mark.
“There’s a good lass. Don’t be disobedient, now. I hate having to punish you.”
“Liar,” she says.
I smirk. “Aye, that was a lie. I live to bring you pain because it makes your pleasure that much sweeter.”
I crack my palm on her ass again before ripping away her lacy purple panties. She won’t be needing them anymore. Once I’ve discarded the flimsy piece of torn fabric, I spread her cheeks and drag my tongue across her back entrance.
“Pineapple!” she squeals.
I arch a brow. “All the shit we’ve done, and eating ass is your hard line?”
“If you ever want to kiss me again, yeah. That’s my hard line.” She nibbles her lip in the mirror, clearly uncomfortable with setting this boundary. Her hands drop to her sides, and she fidgets with the hem of her shirt.
Meanwhile, I’m delighted to learn more about her likes and dislikes.
I move my mouth higher and kiss her lower back instead.
“If you don’t like ass play, you don’t like ass play.
I’ll always listen to your boundaries, lass.
I’ll honor them and cherish them. But if you don’t put your hands back on that wall, I’ll do something far worse than worshipping your asshole. ”
This lightens the mood, and she places her hands on the wall again. She’ll need to brace herself more than that for what I have planned, though.
I slide my hands up her thighs and drag my fingers through her swollen pussy. She’s already dripping. Not wanting to waste a drop, I pull my fingers into my mouth and suck. God, she’s delicious.
My dick throbs in my pants, straining against the denim and aching with a ferocity I can’t take for another second.
When she lets out a whimper as I stand behind her, it takes every ounce of willpower to stop myself from pulling out my cock and splitting her in half.
Still, there’s an embarrassing amount of desperation in my movements as I begin unfastening my belt.
After snatching the strip of leather free, I bring it down on her ass, right over the bite mark.
Quinn’s back straightens, and her hands go for the red welt.
I step into her and grab her ponytail, forcing her breasts against the wall.
With a clenched fist, I snatch her golden locks so that she’s forced to look at me.
“I warned you, lass. Now you’re in trouble.” I lean down and kiss her hard on the mouth, and despite the way I tug her scalp, she releases a needy moan.
I lean back and wrap the belt around her wrists, tying her hands behind her back. With one hand gripping the strap, I use the other to push my cock against her glistening pink slit. My head tips back, and I groan as her neediness pulls me in.
I move my free hand to her hip while snatching back on the belt, keeping her back perfectly arched. She turns her head to the side and breathes through it as I ease in and out of her. I move slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of me as I glide through that glorious, squeezing heat.
“Spread those legs wider, lass.” I snatch back on the belt a bit, and she complies. This drops her hips down a few inches, and when I thrust forward again, she lets out a whimper. “Oh, did that feel good?”
She nods her head and whimpers again when I bottom out.
“You like it deep, don’t you? You like the way that piercing feels when it punches all those delicate places.” I tug the belt, holding her at a nearly impossible angle.
She looks up at the ceiling with tears in her eyes as she chokes out a strangled, “Yes!”
I fuck her harder, faster. My hand revels in all that softness around her hips as I squeeze until her skin turns purple. And she’s everywhere. When I look to the left and right, I see her from new angles. There’s no hiding the pleasure on her face or the way her thighs begin to shake. I see it all.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers.
I pull out of her before she can come all over my cock. The poor thing nearly collapses as I release the belt.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she cries. “I was about to come!”
I unfasten the belt from her wrists, spin her around, and point to the floor. “On your knees.”
Her disappointment dissipates as she remembers she chose this, and she hurries to get to her knees. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t open her mouth and look up at me.
I gently smack her cheek and smile down at her. “Finish me off, and don’t you dare waste a drop of what I give you. Do you understand?”
She nods up at me, then takes me into her mouth.
Stars explode behind my eyelids as they clench shut, and I suck air through my teeth.
Her warm, wet tongue slides around my head before she guides me to the back of her throat.
I’d planned to grab her head and skull-fuck the shit out of her, but now I’m inclined to let her work her magic. She clearly knows what she’s doing.
As her head begins to bob, my toes begin to curl. Her green eyes look up at me, filled with tears as the metal ball repeatedly assaults her throat. She gags and keeps going like a fucking pro.
My fingers wind through her hair and massage her scalp with my nails as she sucks my soul from my body. Fuck, I cannae feel my legs anymore.
Seconds later, my balls tighten. The lass can sense what’s coming, so she keeps the same steady pace as she coaxes more pre-cum from the tip.
Unable to hold off a second longer, I grip her head in both hands and hold her still as I fill her throat.
Quinn gags repeatedly, but she doesn’t try to pull away.
When I’m finally spent, I pull back and drop to my knees in front of her. “Fuck, lass. That was fan-fucking-tastic.”
She swallows and wipes her mouth, then looks down, almost as if she’s ashamed.
Confused, I dip a little lower so that I can look her in the eye. “Hey, what’s wrong? Was I too rough? Ach, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
She shakes her head and finally meets my gaze. “No . . . it’s not that.”
“Then what it is?”
Nibbling her lip, she hesitates, then scoots back a bit, revealing a small puddle underneath her. “I kind of pissed myself when I was gagging, and it’s fucking embarrassing. I have a weak bladder. That’s why I have to pee all the time.”
I pull off my boxers and use them to wipe away the minuscule puddle. “No need to be embarrassed about a little piddle. Happens to the best of us.”
“It doesn’t happen to you,” she mutters.
I shrug. “I’m not the best of us.”
That earns a smile. “How can you be the biggest asshole while simultaneously saying sweet shit like that?”
“It’s a gift, really. Now, let’s get you dressed so that we can head back to the hotel. Maybe we can finish you off in the hot tub, pissy britches.”
“All right, now. No need for jokes.” She plucks up her panties and holds the shredded fabric up to the light. “Did you have to rip them?”
“Aye, I did. They were separating me from—”
My throat closes up when I catch movement behind Quinn. Looking through the clear plexiglass panel, I spot Desmond standing there and watching us. Quinn follows my hardened gaze and sucks in a breath when she spots him.
“How long has he been there?” Quinn whispers as she hurries to get her shorts over her bare ass. “Was he watching us?”
“I don’t know, but he’ll never watch anything again when I’m through with him.” I go to take a step forward, but Quinn wraps her hand around my arm.
“Hey, remember what King and Jim said. We can’t take the kill.”
I shake off her hold. “Fuck what they said. We don’t play by their rules, remember?”
“Aven, I don’t think—”
“It’s fine, lass. You head back to the hotel and keep your nose clean.” I bend and kiss her lips for what I hope won’t be the final time. Then I hurry to find my way out of this damned maze as Desmond smirks and makes his exit.
This ends today.