“Elias,” she moans, her face twisted with pleasure.
“But you don’t get to come with me,” I grunt, pulling out. “Bad girls don’t come before they die.”
I let her slide down the wall, confused and frustrated, and jerk my cock with rough, fast strokes, aiming for her pussy.
“Fuuuuck,” I grunt. Pearly ropes of cum cover Jules’s swollen cunt as fire travels down my spine, my balls emptying in waves of ecstasy. Still recovering from my orgasm, I tug Jules’s panties over the mess, keeping my cum nice and safe. I pat the lace with two fingers, smirking at the squishing sound my cum and her juices make.
“You can’t leave me like this,” my little reporter whines, squeezing her thighs together. “Elias… I need to come.”
I chuckle, tucking my still half-hard dick back into my pants as her eyes follow.
“No, Little Sapphire. You need to run.”
“W—what?” she stutters, her eyes wide, if hazy from lust.
With a long-suffering sigh, I step back and pull out my weapon of choice—my garrote. Her eyes widen at the sight of the thin piano wire with leather grips.
“You’re not going to… You can’t…”
“What’s that, Little Sapphire?” I ask mockingly. “Did you think because we fucked, I’d spare you?”
Throwing my head back, I laugh uproariously. I sense more than see Jules slipping away and let her do so.
“Run, Jewel,” I snicker to myself. “Run.”
13
JULES
“Idiot, idiot, idiot,” I berate myself as I run out of the funhouse through the enormous clown head that makes the main door. I just stood there and let him use me like a… a cum rag.
My wet panties cling uncomfortably to my pussy, my throbbing clit reminding me he got me to the edge but didn’t let me come. Would it be crazy if I stopped to get myself off? Extremely. Am I considering it? Yes.
I’m not sure why he let me go again, other than the fact that he seems to be toying with me like a cat with a mouse.
I stop in my tracks when I see two figures leaning against the Dead Drop’s fence, half in the shadows, half in the light.
“Look, brother,” one of them drawls. “It’s the little reporter.”
“So it is,” the other replies with a chuckle. “Is it just me, or is she walking funny?”
My cheeks catch fire as they eye me, their gazes lingering on my messy lace panties. I recognize them as the animal tamer and fire eater. As they’re standing next to each other, I can tell they’re twins, though there are some differences.
“No. She definitely had fun in the funhouse,” the fire eater says.
“More than she deserves,” the animal tamer mutters.
“Please,” I beg, daring a step closer. “Please, help me. I haven’t done anything to hurt you. I just want to leave.”
“Haven’t done anything to hurt us?” the animal tamer growls. “Do you know what the Sanctum of Ash did to their children?”
My eyes go to the scars marking his arms, and my hair stands on end, prickling my scalp uncomfortably.
“Your story would put us behind bars. Or worse.” The fire eater bares his teeth. “You deserve everything Elias gives you.”
With a sob, I stumble back, then turn around and run, blinded by tears. Their laughter trails behind me like lashings from a whip.
I’m the villain in their narrative. And shit, why do I feel so guilty about it?
