He looked down at me with a shark’s smile—manic, wide, unhinged. Then he pressed my thighs flat against the counter and pushed himself inside me again.
“Oh God,” I whined, eyes rolling in the back of my head as vibrations and movement lit up inside me. I couldn’t do anything but come while crying out and whining. And when it was over all he did was chuckle and keep fucking me. My legs tried to curl up and close but he held them down as I felt another orgasm burst through the surface and take over.
I clawed at his arms—whimpering as my legs shook with enthusiasm. The pleasure just wouldn’t stop. I wanted the ecstasy but I felt like I was losing control. Tears pooled in my eyes and fell down my face. Frankie clicked his tongue.
“This ride only stops for emergencies. Crying is not an emergency,” he said with a deep laugh, fucking me senselessuntil a third orgasm started to claw its way from the depths of me. I whined and my body tensed in preparation.
“I’m giving you just what you want,” he groaned, fucking me faster, the vibrations a relentless attack on my sanity as the orgasm fully burst from me. I cried out, shaking and tensing as pleasure rolled over me.
A guttural growl ripped from him. I felt something hot gush inside me as my hips bucked on his cock, my body mastered by its pleasure. Not that I cared. I was still in that special headspace where it didn’t matter how fucked up or embarrassing I was. I could just be everything I was, acknowledge it and enjoy it. I didn’t even have to do any work to enjoy it, Frankie was there to give it to me. My reward for melting and losing all my fight.
Finally, his hips were still as he moved his mouth to my ear.
“The moment I saw you walk behind the red curtain Iwantedyou more than anything I’ve wanted before. I was determined to make you mine, even if I had to lie along the way.” I laid there catching my breath and relearning how to be me. Frankie pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue owning my mouth. I moaned lazily, kissing him back.
“My pet,” he rasped around the time I started to get post-orgasm clarity.
“I’m no one’s pet,” I hissed.
“How cute that you think you have a choice,” he said with a laugh. Frankie pulled out and I felt something wet between my thighs. My fingers brushed through the liquid. It was white and plentiful.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Ectogasm,” Frankie said with a wide smile, eyeing my pussy like he was considering ending my life via sex. He shifted closer, a gleam in his glowing eyes, and I scrambled away, behind the counter. I snatched up a pair of Frankie Funhouse basketball shorts and slipped them on before running through the arcadeand back into the showroom. I would literally die if he fucked me again right now. I’d left exhaustion behind two hours ago. I was running on pure will to live at this point and it felt like shit.
“What’s wrong, Ramona?” He teased while hot on my heels. I darted to the other side of a long pizza table and eyed him across it. He curved an eyebrow, a shark’s smile with zealous eyes.
My legs felt like they could barely hold me. I was clutching the plastic chairs to keep myself from falling into a heap. I could just imagine him descending on me if I did, killing me slowly with one orgasm after the other while telling me death also wasn’t a good reason to stop enjoying the ride.
“What do you want, Frankie?” I asked. His eyes tipped down to my body.
“To fulfill all your sick perversions,” he purred. I swallowed thickly.
“I meant other than that,” I rasped before clearing my throat. “Why did you have me kill Gus?”
10
“What I want is freedom to live my demonly ways without restraint,” Frankie said. Then he began to go off in an excited rant about murdering the entire state and bringing an end to the world. Several times I tried to get a word in but he wouldn’t let me.
“Frankie!” I snapped and he finally seemed to realize I was trying to talk. “So Gus killed someone and used Satanist death magic to trap you in the animatronic?”
“It’s more complicated than that,” he said, brushing the blood-stained arms of his suit. “He had to perform a massacre. Gus wasn’t a good guy. I hope you don’t feel bad about killing him.”
“Not really,” I said, looking over at the headless body. Though I wished I’d waited until he explained in full about Frankie. I looked around at the…massacre around me. Okay, I was forming an idea. One that might just save the lives of a lot of people.
I saw something glimmer near the edge of the room and realized it was Ray’s glassy eyes staring at me. That bastard wasstill alive! I ignored him for now. Ray might be useful in some way.
I walked slowly around the table and then went over to my beheaded boss. Frankie watched me, standing his ground and observing me with oversized eyes.
“Uh actually maybe I do feel bad,” I said, bending down and trying to discreetly pat Gus’ body for a book of satanist spells or something.
“What are you doing over there, Ramona? You don’t have a…thingfor dead bodies, do you? I’m not sure I’m up for that.” Interesting line in the sand to draw for him but okay. There was no book of spells. I lifted his shirt’s sleeve and there on his arm was a tattoo, something scribbled in Latin. This had to be it. A fail-safe if he died and someone had to contain the demon again. I read over the words a few times, trying to memorize them before Frankie decided to get closer and see what I was looking at.
Discreetly, I eyed Ray again. He was leaning against the wall, holding his gut where Frankie had gored him.
Okay first, I was going to murder Ray and count that as a bonus. I wasn’t sure if I had to kill him to make the spell work since there was already a massacre but no point risking it. Then, if that worked, I was going to be forever tying myself to Frankie and his really big tongue. Uh, I meant his demonic soul.
He was ranting again about his plans of pain, torture, and death.
