Chapter 35
Aurora
Desire closes the gate with a clang. There’s more than enough room inside for his plan—he only lowers the safety bar halfway, fixing it so he can stand comfortably behind me, controlling my hips.
I don’t need protection. My hands are already bound tight to the rails with zip ties, my tits pressed against the cold hood, my ankles chained in his favorite restraints.
But I flinch when the cars jerk and begin to crawl along the tracks.
A sharp slap on my ass burns my skin, reminding me Daddy is here.
“We’re going for a little ride,” he whispers.
I jerk, whimpering involuntarily. Tears blur my eyes, turning the outlines of the metal structures into smeared neon patches.
I know this won’t be easy, but I’m ready.
I want to drink down this nightmare that has haunted me for so long, drop by drop, and turn it into something else.
And if Desire has decided to take my ass in the process, I’m ready to take him at his word—he promised me pleasure, and I will get it.
My breathing grows ragged and quick as the cars crawl lazily up the first incline. Desire covers my cunt with his palm, gliding his fingers through the wetness, and I push back, shaking my ass, in search of more pressure.
“I see your cunt is ready for an adventure. And you, Princess?”
“Yeah …” I lower my face to my hand tied to the handrail.
He grabs me by the hair, forcing me to lift my head and look straight ahead at the rails going off into the darkness.
“The most interesting things are just ahead.”
“Mmm …” All I can do is mumble in agreement.
“I’m making you come like you’ve never come before.”
He takes something out of his pocket. I remember a recent knife, and my heart freezes, but when he touches my clitoris with something smooth, warm, and vibrating, I realize it’s a vibrator.
I have the same one, controlled through the app.
No matter how much I tried to use it alone, I got nothing but annoying shaking.
I’m a complete layman in masturbation, I know.
In his hands, everything is different. Desire turns on the device and starts running it over my clit—gently, in a circle, teasing and driving me into a frenzy. I arch, pulling the plastic ties around my wrists until they crack.
I already feel like I’m ready for his fingers, for his cock, for whatever he wants to drive into me. And he starts. Thrusting two fingers into me at once, he stretches my pliant, oozing pussy.
He runs the vibrator over the folds of my pussy, rubbing the lubricant deep into me before inserting it inside. I arch, letting out a hoarse, raucous moan. “A-a-a-ah …”
When it’s not you who controls the vibrator but your partner, it’s a different experience. You can’t predict the next move; you can’t release the tension. Meanwhile, the car has almost reached the top.
Below, in the ghostly light of the neon signs, I notice two distant figures at the control booth.
Desire’s entourage. They are monitoring the mechanisms to make my nightmare possible.
They can’t see me from this distance, but the very fact of their presence makes my heart beat even faster.
Desire is in control of the situation, the environment … , and me. Damn, I love it.
He grabs the plug and slowly, with a rotation, takes it out of me. I grit my teeth, feeling my muscles stretch.
“Relax,” he says, giving me a resounding slap on the buttock. “Forget about the ass, focus on your needy pussy.”
He carefully pulls the plug farther. I jerk away from the unaccustomed feeling of emptiness, for which I immediately receive another slap.
“Don’t strain yourself, Aurora.”
Before withdrawing it completely, he pushes the plug back a few times and pulls on it again, playing with my body. A strangled sob escapes from my chest.
“You’re starting to like this,” he states, thickly lubricating the edges of my anus, then he finally removes the plug and throws it in the car behind.
His heavily soaked fingers penetrate me, replacing the plug.
“Exhale. And take a deep breath,” he whispers at the back of my neck.
We’re at the very peak, and a third finger joins the first two. I moan. It feels good, but for fuck’s sake, don’t tear me apart.
A second of delay, silence, and the car tips over the edge, but instead of a free fall, a sharp screech rings out.
The guys in the control booth are holding us with the manual brake.
We descend the steep slope slowly, crawling, and this stretched, controlled height takes my breath away even more.
I inhale the cool night air deeply. The speed isn’t knocking me off my feet, but gravity pulls me down, making me grip the rails tighter.
I finally relax, surrendering to the fall. Desire tugs my ass against him, impaling me on his fingers like a skewer. We roll downward, I sob from the mix of pain and wild ecstasy, and the car is already climbing again, toward another turn.
“Now you’ll try my cock.” His voice is low and greedy as he withdraws his fingers one by one. “Oh, I’ve been dreaming of this day ever since you wiped my parking spot with your ass.”
I hear the click of the unbuckling belt. He pulls off the mask and tosses it onto the floor between my legs.
“So nothing gets in our way.”
His hot dick is already rubbing against my taint, spreading the lubricant and preparing for the first thrust.
Desire cranks the vibrator up to maximum. I shake so violently it disorients me, distracting me from what’s happening behind. My lips are parted, I’m breathing through my mouth, swallowing the cold night air.
The car reaches the highest point of the park just as he pushes the head inside.
“Halfway there,” he whispers at the back of my head, accompanied by the rhythmic, building clank of the chain lift.
“The smaller half or the bigger half?” I hiss, and he caresses my neck.
“Not much left.”
My whole body is trembling violently. The incline here is so steep that gravity is impaling me on him. I feel every inch, filling me to the brim.
“Now I’m going to fuck you in the ass, my princess.”
As the car hangs at the peak before the next descent, he pushes all the way in, and his balls slap against my pussy.
It hurts. It hurts and it’s unbearably sweet.
I can’t catch my breath—the wind fills my lungs, and the speed, even reduced by the screeching brakes, presses me into him.
Among his cock in my ass, the buzzing vibrator in my cunt, and the cold stars overhead, a whole universe of sharp, pulsing pain unfolds.
God, his cock is so huge. If it were even an inch smaller, I’d feel less pain, but I wouldn’t trade this shaft for anything. Less pain would mean less pleasure.
My tits dangle over the steel railing. I can barely breathe, swaying my hips in time with his movements.
He adjusts perfectly to the car’s tilts, his iron grip on my hips not letting me shift an inch—protecting me from injury but taking all the pleasure for himself.
A new peak, a new turn, and we’re falling again.
I hope this isn’t one of those rides that goes upside down.
I wouldn’t want to be hanging headfirst with his cock in my ass.
“Fuck …” I moan as he starts moving faster.
“Your ass is perfect!” Desire growls, grabbing my neck and slamming into me.
Sweat covers my forehead. I long ago lost feeling in my arms and legs. All my attention has narrowed to two things: the vibrator in my cunt and the dick in my ass.
I moan, closing my eyes against the wind whipping my face.
I’m soaking wet. My cunt is dripping, my mouth is full of saliva, tears stream from my eyes, and my ass is coated in lube.
I’m a naked, trembling bundle of nerves and fluids.
How will I go on living once this ends? Prince Harming came, saved me from a boring reality, and brought my darkest nightmares to life, turning them into heaven.
I’ve given him everything. All of myself, without reserve.
I hope he has the same memories when he’s done playing with me.
He hauls me even tighter against him. I’m teetering on the edge, about to pass out when, through the rumble of machinery, he growls, “Last drop.”
This time, the brakes release a little more. The car accelerates, the wind slams into my face. As we plunge into the short abyss, Desire pulls out of me and presses me tightly against him, as if protecting me.
I come. An overwhelming wave of orgasm crashes over me, mixing with the adrenaline of the fall, my body finally gives out, and the stars before my eyes blur into solid streaks of light.
The car hisses as it rolls into the station and slows down.
My body goes limp, trembling in small convulsions, and Desire digs his fingers into my hips until it hurts.
His hand slides to my crotch, and he strokes me through the wetness and exhales raggedly against my neck—he comes too, spattering my clenched ass with his cum.
I cry quietly from the overwhelming rush of emotions.
Then he tucks his dick back into his pants, pulls the vibrator out of me, and tosses it out of the car.
The toy buzzes quietly as Desire, flipping up the safety bar, reaches into the neighboring car and pulls out a pack of wet wipes and neatly folded clean clothes.
With cool wipes, he cleans the skin between my trembling legs.
Then he cuts the plastic zip ties from my wrists with a knife and unbuckles the chains from my ankles. I don’t have the strength to even straighten my back, so I collapse onto the railing. My face is drenched in tears and sweat. I can’t control my own body anymore—it no longer belongs to me.
He catches me by the shoulders, saving me a second before I would have tumbled over the railing onto the tracks, and lowers himself into the seat and pulls me onto his lap.
I’m shaking with violent tremors as I lick my lips and taste the salt of tears.
“My girl.” He rocks me in his arms. With one hand, he holds me tightly against his chest, and with the other, he runs his fingers through my sweat-matted hair. “You’re the best, Rory.” He kisses me softly on the lips. “My princess.”
I grab clumsily at his Armani shirt and bury my face in it. I cry, trembling in his arms until my strength gives out and consciousness fades.
I thought all these years I was having a nightmare, but it turned out to be a dream.