Chapter 6 Savannah
Savannah
Two years later…
Sitting at the desk in my craft room, I shred through different colors of ribbon, taking my anger out on the innocent silky fabric when Tripp walks in with a huge grin on his face.
I look up at him, placing my sheers down.
Our eyes collide and all I see is mystery and excitement, which soothes the ache in my heart from the news I found out today, but as always, I smile as I watch him strut over to me.
I take in his appearance and lick my lips.
Always looking so fuckable. He’s freshly showered wearing acid washed ripped jeans with a classic black tee and black leather jacket over it.
His dark curls, wild from air drying, making me want to run my fingers through them, pulling the strands as he—my train of thought suddenly stops when he drops two tickets on my desk in front of me.
My eyes widen when I lift them to read what they are for. Looking up at him, he smirks.
“Holy shit, how did you get these?” I ask as he rounds the desk, pulling my chair out and lifting me up by the waist, placing me on top of the wood.
“I’ve been waiting over a year for these.
I hope you aren’t in the middle of something because I need you to get this sexy ass in the shower,” he commands, stepping in between my legs, tilting my face to look up at him as his lips press gently against mine.
“You always taste so sweet for me,” he growls, as his fingers linger down my jaw and over the curve of my breast. “Wear that outfit I like?” He says, as his thumb runs over my hardened peak.
“Mmm, that’s if we can make it out of this room. What time does the show start?” I ask as he takes a step back.
“We leave in a few hours, so move it along, babe. I’ll be downstairs,” he says, kissing me on the forehead before leaving the same way he entered.
I can’t believe he got us tickets to Delirium at the colony carnival.
We've been eager to go, but the tickets are always sold out.
Hopping off the desk, I leave everything where it is and head out to our bedroom down the hall.
Everything I was pissed about moments ago vanished, and I feel nothing but excitement and wonder.
Tonight is going to be exactly what we needed.
After entering the gates and finding a parking spot Tripp shuts off the car, gets out and rounds the front to open my door, putting his hand out for me to take. He throws his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him as we walk towards the entrance.
“You look sexy as fuck, tonight Sav,” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear. I look up at him and smile.
“I can’t wait to ravish you,” I tell him, and he licks his lips as we wait in line with our tickets.
“What are the rules tonight?” I ask, and he smirks, but his eyes light up with mischief that makes me rub my bare thighs together.
He doesn’t respond, which only tells me I’m in for a treat.
Instead, he walks up to the teller and hands the topless girl with short red curly hair and red tassels covering her nipples our tickets.
Red and black stripes paint her torso. She smiles at me and hands Tripp the stubs, then stamps both our hands with a bloody clown face.
“Have a magical adventure,” she tells us, and Tripp pulls me through the entrance.
String lights hang above us, illuminating the space.
Red and black tents line the pathway on each side of us and at the end is where the main event is.
Why do I feel like I’ve been here before?
I know this is my first time here, but everything feels so damn familiar.
“Do you want cotton candy and a delirium shot before the show starts?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yes, that would be great.”
“Go look around, just don’t go too far. I’ll be right over here,” he tells me, pointing at the stand in the middle of the carnival with the big sign that says ‘cotton candy’.
“Okay,” I tell him, and he walks away. My feet seem to carry me to the right as a pull takes me to where it wants me to go.
Shivers rush up my spine like a million spiders racing up my back, making me want to scream at the intensity of it.
I keep walking until the invisible pull stops me in front of a tent that reads ‘fortune teller.’ I step inside and see a familiar lady sitting at a table surrounded by a bunch of lit candles, crystal balls and incense burning around her.
My eyes widen as she smiles at me. It’s the woman from my dream.
But this place isn’t the same. What the fuck?
“Come, Savannah, we don’t have much time,” she says, calling me over to her.
Stepping further into the tent, she huffs at my weariness and gets impatient with how long it’s taking me to walk a few more steps over to the table she sits behind.
“H-how do you know my name?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes.
“Don’t play stupid, now sit down,” she orders. I do as I am told and sit down opposite her. She’s wearing the same black dress that collars her throat, her long white hair tied back in a ponytail. “It’s time, Savannah,” she says, and my eyes widen.
“Time for what? You need to be a little more specific?” I say, and she rolls her eyes again.
“It’s time to create the dolls and send them off. Your time for revenge starts tonight,” she states, and I nod.
“What do I need to do?” I ask, and she smiles. She takes my hand as shivers erupt up my spine, making me cringe, and visions of what needs to be done plays in my mind like a movie. My name being called in the distance brings me back to the present and my eyes shoot open.
“Now go, I showed you what needs to be done. You will do it. It’s the only way, but tonight while you are here. Let go! Enjoy that man of yours. Be free for once.” She winks, and I nod.
“Thank you. What’s your name?” I ask, and she smiles.
“Agatha, but I think of myself as your fairy godmother, just without all the mice and pretty dresses.” She laughs, and I shake my head.
“Well Agatha, I guess I’ll see you soon?” I say with a raised brow.
“Maybe, we will see. Now go! He’s looking for you,” she says, shooing me away.
Stepping out of her tent, I spot Tripp frantically looking for me. I whistle and he snaps his head in my direction. Walking over to him, he hands me my stick of pink and purple cotton candy and a black shot.
“I told you not to go far!” he growls, gripping my hips, pulling me towards him.
“I didn’t. Agatha was calling me to her tent, so I went and now I know what needs to be done, but for now — we enjoy the night. The rest can wait,” I tell him, and he nods. I’m not sure if he believes me or thinks I’m nuts. The jury is still out.
“Well, take the shot,” he orders, as he takes his. I bring the plastic to my lips and swallow the cold liquid down my throat. It tastes like black licorice, which is my favorite candy. “So gross,” he gags, and I laugh.
“It was amazing. We should get another one,” I state, but he shakes his head.
“You know it’s laced. Only one per ticket ” he tells me and I pout, then take a bite of my cotton candy.
My body begins to tingle as the drink makes its way through my system.
The lights around me get brighter as the fog sets in.
My nipples harden beneath my dark blue dress as the pulse in my clit races, making me want Tripp to touch me already.
“Damn, this shit hit fast,” I giggle, and he laughs.
“I know, my cock is hard as fuck right now,” he says, and I lick my lips, already wanting to get on my knees for him.
“Well, let's go before I make you take me back to the car,” I tell him as we rush through the sea of people into the last tent.
We walk through a small hallway and into the main area, where a red glow dims the lights.
My eyes light up seeing naked girls in cages dancing around the enormous space.
Moans greet my ears as the DJ plays on the main stages, the music is erotic making my body aroused even more.
We bypass the bar by the entrance, but I halt my movement as I notice beds with black headboards and red, sheer canopies to the left. Rows and rows of couches on the right. Leaving the center of the room empty. I wonder why that is?
“Where would you like to sit, or better yet, be used to my liking?” Tripp whispers in my ear.
“The couch,” I tell him, but he shakes his head and leads me over to the beds.
Pushing me down on the silk sheets, my body melts into the bed, as he steps between my legs, taking off his leather jacket, followed by his black tee, I sit up and drag my nails down his chest, loving the way his stomach flexes.
Pulling the button to his jeans open, I slide down his zipper and stick my hand into his boxers, gripping his hard cock.
He hisses as my thumb runs over the tip.
I look up at him as he cups my face, his eyes filled with lust and need.
“Take him into your mouth, Savannah, I want to feel how tight your throat is,” he orders, pulling his jeans and boxers down over his hips.
I pump his length a few times before leaning towards him and circling my tongue over the tip.
He groans, reaching down to pull my tits out of my low-cut dress.
He pinches my nipples, causing me to moan as I take his cock to the back of my throat, swallowing around him.
“Mmm, such a good girl,” he praises as my pussy floods with want.
I take him deeper, gagging on him repeatedly until he pulls me off his length with a pop as a string of saliva falls from my lips.
“You’re so perfect, baby. I love this mouth, but I want your tight cunt more,” he growls, spreading my legs.
He runs a finger up and down my soaked thong, sliding it to the side.
“Mmm, there’s those sexy lips, look at them glistening for me,” he groans, bending down to take my nipples into his mouth as he slides a finger inside me.
My back arches off the bed and I raise my legs, wrapping them around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
My body jerks when his thumb skims over my clit, adding another finger to my core.
Reaching between us, I take his cock into my hand and pump his slowly, making him groan loudly.
“Tripp, fuck, I need you inside me,” I pant.
“You want me to stretch this tight pussy, Sav?” he asks, biting down on my nipple.
“Oh god, yes,” I whimper, as his thumb circles my aching clit causing my hips to circle as I bring the tip of his cock closer to my entrance, running my fingers over the pre-cum that is gathered at the tip and sliding them into my mouth.
His eyes widen at the notion as his dick twitches against my thighs.
Moans and skin slapping around us arouse me even more as the lights dim around us.
“How bad do you want me, Savannah?” he asks, pumping his fingers faster as I squeeze around them, rolling my hips.
“Please, Tripp. Make me cum,” I beg, and he growls, slamming his lips against mine as he removes his fingers from my core and pinches my clit. Reaching down between us, I slide his cock between my soaked lips, coating his length with my arousal.
“Fuck, Sav. You’re drenched, baby,” he moans, biting my bottom lip.
“I am, for you! Only you!” I growl, wanting him to slam into me already.
“Mine!” he growls, shoving his face into the crook of my neck, while his fingers dig painfully into my thighs. His hips snap frantically as he fucks my pussy lips, coating my clit with his pre-cum.
“Tripp, fuck me. Please, fuck me,” I whine, digging my nails into his back.
“Beg harder, Sav. Let me hear it.” He pants as he slows his pace, making me shiver.
“I-I,” I stutter as he slams into me. We both groan as he pulls all the way out, only to slam back in.
My body drips with sweat as I roll my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He slides his hands between my legs, flicking my clit, causing my thighs to shake around him.
I dig my nails into this chest, and he wraps his hand around my throat, taking my air.
My body convulses as my orgasm hits me like a freight train, gushing against him.
He squeezes my throat tighter while his other hand slaps my clit over and over again, slamming into me brutally before he roars his release, filling me to the brim.
He lets go of my throat, and I pull him down and press my lips against his, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
“I love you, Tripp Deveroux, always,” I tell him as tears fill my eyes.
“I love you more, Savannah,” he whispers as he reaches over into his leather jacket and pulls out a box. He opens it, and my eyes widen. “Will you marry me, Savannah, and be my wife for eternity?” he asks, as he slowly pumps in and out of me. I tighten around him as tears spill from my eyes.
“Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you. You were already stuck with me for eternity.
” I laugh as he presses his lips against mine slowly, our tongues circle around one another.
My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest with happiness.
He pulls away and takes the ring out of the box, sliding it onto my finger, kissing the marquise-shaped diamond.
“For eternity. Just me and you,” he says.
“For eternity. Always.”