She giggles again, and her footsteps patter off somewhere below me. Meanwhile, I’m on my hands and knees, trying to navigate these shit-ass rollers. Whoever called this disaster afunhouse should be flogged. I’ll have Jim burn it to the ground after this.
When I finally reach the slide, I’m too exhausted to haul myself the right way round, so I take the son of a bitch headfirst. The slippery tube curves to the left as I’m hurled toward a ball pit at the speed of sound. Bright colors explode against my face as I land.
“Fuck,” I groan.
These authors need to write more realistic chases. I’ll be missing teeth and covered in bruises by the time I catch up with Quinn, but hopefully my dick will still work. That will make up for everything. I just have to get to her before she can escape.
I drag myself out of the ball pit and through a maze of hanging punching bags. Strobe lights flash overhead, and loud rushes of air randomly accost my face. I struggle through andreach the end after being smacked in the skull by no fewer than four bags.
As I navigate another dark hallway, more jump scares pop out. I dodge a swooping ghost, then punch a hanging skeleton in the face for actually fucking scaring me, but it’s all forgotten when I step into the next room.
Mirrors surround me on all sides, and I see no sign of Quinn. I can’t even hear her footsteps nearby. But then the wall shudders, and the girl lets out a groan.
“Shit,” she whispers.
I cover my mouth and laugh silently as she collides with another mirror somewhere further in. My laughter is short-lived when I realize I have to navigate this monstrosity myself. With my hand outstretched, I take a few steps and immediately collide with a wall. The mix of clear and mirrored panels is really doing my fucking head in.
“When I catch you, I’m going to punish you,” I shout toward the ceiling.
Quinn lets out a squeal and collides with another wall, then another. She’s close. I can feel the vibrations each time she makes a misstep. Plus, all the grunting helps.
I turn a corner, and there she is. She sees me in a reflection and turns to run away, but she collides with my chest. I band my arms around her as she giggles and fights to get free.
Lowering my mouth to her ear, I whisper a simple question that quiets her immediately. “Do you want me to take you so that I can use you until I’m satisfied? Or would you prefer to have your own needs met? Choose wisely, lass.”
She sucks in a breath and looks up at me. “Take me.”
I spin her in my arms and pin her against the nearest clear wall. Unfortunately, there is no wall, and we end up stumbling forward when only air meets us. But that’s just fine, because as we stumble into another winding section, we’re surrounded bymore mirrors than clear panels. No matter where we look, there we are.
I can’t wait to see her from every angle.
When I push her forward again, I’m finally greeted by a wall. With a smirk, I pull her hair to the side and nip her neck. “Hands on the wall, lass, and don’t pull them away until I say.”
She does as she’s told and braces herself against the clear plexiglass as I drop to my knees and snatch her shorts to her feet. I lean forward and sink my teeth into her ass, and the lass yelps and pulls her hands from the wall. I smack her other ass cheek and bite harder.
“I didn’t tell you to move,” I growl.
She slams her hands on the wall again and pants through the pain, so I reward her by kissing the bite mark.
“There’s a good lass. Don’t be disobedient, now. I hate having to punish you.”
“Liar,” she says.
I smirk. “Aye, that was a lie. I live to bring you pain because it makes your pleasure that much sweeter.”
I crack my palm on her ass again before ripping away her lacy purple panties. She won’t be needing them anymore. Once I’ve discarded the flimsy piece of torn fabric, I spread her cheeks and drag my tongue across her back entrance.
“Pineapple!” she squeals.
I arch a brow. “All the shit we’ve done, and eating ass is your hard line?”
“If you ever want to kiss me again, yeah. That’s my hard line.” She nibbles her lip in the mirror, clearly uncomfortable with setting this boundary. Her hands drop to her sides, and she fidgets with the hem of her shirt.
Meanwhile, I’m delighted to learn more about her likes and dislikes. I move my mouth higher and kiss her lower back instead. “If you don’t like ass play, you don’t like ass play.I’ll always listen to your boundaries, lass. I’ll honor them and cherish them. But if you don’t put your hands back on that wall, I’ll do something far worse than worshipping your asshole.”
This lightens the mood, and she places her hands on the wall again. She’ll need to brace herself more than that for what I have planned, though.
I slide my hands up her thighs and drag my fingers through her swollen pussy. She’s already dripping. Not wanting to waste a drop, I pull my fingers into my mouth and suck. God, she’s delicious.
