Elias turns me and nudges me forward so I have to hold on to a horse for stability. Looks like he’s being serious. And I don’t think I should be as wet as I am at the thought.
“Just one thing,” he murmurs, approaching the emergency switches on the central column. With a press of a button, the horses stop rising and falling, though the platform is still spinning.
My breaths come in staggered pants, and I’m shivering as I wait for Elias to get back to me. When his hands grab my waist, I jump, nearly falling back into his arms.
“Shh,” he soothes, his lips near my ear. “You know I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
The bastard’s right. He plays my body like a virtuoso, and I’m weak at the knees just anticipating whatever he has in store for me next.
“Is your ass still prepped for me, Little Sapphire?”
I moan at the question, suddenly acutely aware of the cum and fake blood still filling my back tunnel.
Elias chuckles, the sensual sound caressing my senses.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, hop on.”
Without warning, he lifts me so I’m lying on the horse’s back, my arms wrapped around its neck, making the pole on the side obsolete.
“Wha—how?” I sputter. Goosebumps prick to life over my butt cheeks as air hits the leaking crack of my ass.
Elias’s hand runs down my back and over the curve of my bottom.
“I want to see how my cane looks filling that sweet hole. Think you can take the jeweled top for me, baby?”
“Oh my god,” I say on an exhale. My pussy clenches over nothing, feeling empty even as I leak over the saddle.
“Sounds like another yes to me,” Elias drawls. He moves further back and groans. “Fuck, your ass looks good, Jewel. Makes me want to fuck it again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him fucking it either. But I don’t say it out loud, still trying to hold on to the last vestiges of my sanity. I can’t possibly want this… can I? A future with a murdering carnival ringmaster?
Elias’s finger starts probing my asshole, and I wiggle atop the horse. It doesn’t take long before he’s knuckle deep with one finger, then two, slowly fucking my back entrance. My swollen clit pulses, desperate for his touch.
“Let’s start with the tip, shall we?” Elias muses. “This might feel a bit cold,” he adds gleefully.
My arms hurt from clutching onto the horse, my body wound tight from arousal and want. When the cold, brassy tip of Elias’s cane touches my puckered hole, a sound unlike anything I’ve ever produced leaves my throat.
“This is so wrong,” I whisper, the words swallowed by the music. “So dirty.”
Even if Elias lets me go after tonight, will my life ever be the same, now that I’ve experienced this kind of passion, a depravity I didn’t know I needed with my orgasms? I’m not the same person I was before Seven Sins came into Marrow Falls. And a part of me isn’t sure I’d take it back if I could.
I bear down on the cane, my ass swallowing it inch by inch. Elias hisses loud enough to carry over the repetitive tunes.
“Fuck, Jules. You’re a filthy, filthy girl. Taking so much of my cane in that tight hole.”
“Elias,” I whine, wiggling back against the intrusion. “I need more.”
“I know you do. You won’t be satisfied until both of your holes are stuffed full, isn’t that right?”
He slaps my ass, the vibrations enhancing the intrusion of the cane, and I yelp, the sound quickly morphing into a desperate moan.
“I’m ordering a custom butt plug made just for you,” he continues, still casually fucking my ass with brass-tipped lacquered wood. “A sapphire jewel on the outside, the plug as thick as my cock.”
“Yes, please,” I hear myself saying. Am I drooling on the horse?
Elias’s laughter makes my ass clench around the cane, sucking it in deeper. I didn’t know I could get turned on by being embarrassed, threatened, treated so lewdly, and used like an object. How is Elias finding buttons I didn’t even know existed?
“I knew you’d be a wildcat from the moment I saw you in the crowd.”
