I turned and ran toward the Ferris wheel. It stood still in the dark, high above the empty fairgrounds. If I could get inside, maybe I could hide until he was gone.
I reached the lowest seat, climbed in, pulled my legs up, and held my breath as I heard his footsteps approaching.
“Oh, Dolly,” he called, his voice coming closer and closer, “come out, come out.”
His boots paced below, crunching against gravel, then stopped near the control booth.
Please, no.
“You know how this goes, Doll. Hide and seek never ends well for the ones who hide.” His laughter grew louder, followed by the click of a switch. The wheel groaned and began to move.
Fuck.
I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear my skin off and disappear. My stomach twisted as the ground fell away. When I looked down, he was gone. The control booth stood empty, but the wheel spun faster now, creaking, shrieking.
“Oscar!” I screamed, clinging to the metal frame. “Stop it!”
As the seat neared the ground again, he leapt out of the dark, catching the frame with one hand. “Gotcha,” he said, climbing in with a grin. “Did you miss me?”
I pressed myself back against the seat so hard that my knuckles went white on the frame.
He sat down beside me.
I kicked at him, but he caught my leg, yanking me closer until I was sprawled across him, my legs against his chest. One hand clung to the cold metal beam, and the other gripped the seat.
“Let go of me,” I hissed, jerking my leg, but his grip only tightened.
He laughed low. “You really think you can tell me whatto do, Doll?”
The Ferris wheel rocked violently as he dragged me further across the seat, his breath hot against my thighs as he lifted my leg onto his shoulder.
“Stop,” I said, my voice shaking. “Oscar, I swear…”
He tilted his head, that smile spreading too wide.
“Swear what? That you’ll scream? Push me off?”
His hand moved up my skirt, thumb brushing over my clit through the thin fabric of my thong.
“Then do it,” he said, pressing harder before sliding the fabric aside. Cold air bit my skin.
My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. “You’re insane,” I whispered.
He laughed, lifting me higher. His face was suddenly between my thighs, my hips resting on his chest, my legs wrapped around his neck.
He pressed his tongue to my clit, teasing first, then lowering his lips to gently suck. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me still as his tongue traced down to taste me, then back up again, circling, flicking, until a moan slipped out of me.
The wheel spun faster, and my hand clamped over my mouth. I bit into my fist, stifling the sound.
He pushed his fingers inside me, thrusting deep until my body clenched around him. His tongue stayed on my clit, circling, sucking, his fingers curling like a hook, pulling every sound from my throat. And he thrusted in and out, while my moans became shallow and quiet screams.
“Come for me, Doll,” he murmured against my skin.
He thrust harder, deeper, until I tightened around his fingers, unable to let him go. My thighs trembled as he kept licking, relentlessly.
I screamed, but he kept on going, hooking me onto him untilrelease tore through me. My thighs started to shake, moving from him, and he caught me, pulling me into his lap. Then, with one arm still wrapped around me, he shifted the iron beam and jumped down, carrying me in his arms.
“Why are you doing this to me?” The words broke out of me, breathless, my body still trembling from what he had done.
