That my very flesh is seconds away from being ripped off my body and devoured by the sinister clown with death in his eyes… or maybe it’s the desire for carnage.
But my dick doesn’t care. My body doesn’t either.
The fear… like he said… makes mehot.
Oh, Jesus, I’m pathetic.
I’m nothing more than a whimpering, pleading mess for a freaking clown to put my dick back into his mouth.
What the hell happened to this day? Am I even alive? Did I die minutes after walking inside Mayhem?
“You’re very much here, darlin’, and at my mercy, just how I want ya.”
Nope, okay. This is happening.
I’m just screwed in the head. Gone completely mental… It’s the psychological torture they stated in the waiver.
Static made me his victim, and I fell right into his hands… or his mouth. His very sharp mouth. That feels way too good…
He buries his face in my crotch. I can feel his nose dragging over my flesh, the sharp plumes of air as he pants against me, inhaling every inch he touches.
Oh… my God.
“Such a little treat,” he drawls, accent so thick and heavy. And then, his mouth is back on my cock, enveloping every inch with a heady swallow.
A swallow that is my ticket straight into hell, break lines cut, and gas pedal pinned to the floor.
Chapter Nine
The Taste of Him
Static
Madison’s timid little whimpers are a hit straight to my brain—and my fuckin’ dick. Which is harder than it’s ever been. My little treat is… such a surprise.
The scrape of his fingers against the metal as he scrambles for purchase is music to my ears. I bob my head over his length, sheathing my teeth the best I can, but fuck, these fuckers were not made for suckin’ a dick. No way, no how.
I know he feels ‘em with every drag of my mouth, but it seems the sharp bite of pain only makes my little darlin’ that much hotter.
Shit, he’s amazin’.
The lingering scent of his urine wafts into my nose whenever I bury my nose close to his groin. I swallow around his cockhead, just to get as close as I can. He fills my throat. Not too big, leaning on the average side, but definitely theperfect size to fit inside my throat without suffocating me or triggering my gag reflex too harshly.
Every time I pull back to tongue the ridge just beneath his head, I bury my fingers deeper in his crack. My gloves keep my fingertips from feeling much more than hot, damp heat.
A heat I want nothing more than to feel against my bare skin, but there’s no time.
Not yet, anyway.
But I’ll make sure to get more with my little treat.
He and I are far from done.
His body is glistening, the white light only accentuating the gleam. He flashes in and out, like the shutter of a disposable camera.
Now that I think about it… I wish I would’ve brought one. To capture this moment in time… and to send as a little reminder to my treat if he decides he wants to try and forget this. Forgetme.
Yeah… I chuckle around his dick, making it buck against the vibration. My little darlin’ willneverforget this.
