I protest when he pulls the cane out, instantly missing the dark pleasure it gave me. But he doesn’t make me wait long.The rounded handle feels smooth against my rosebud and warmed up from his grip on it.
“Let’s see your asshole stretch around this,” Elias drawls mockingly. The degrading tone sets my already throbbing clit on fire.
“God, I need to come,” I think out loud, my voice sounding unfamiliar to my own ears. Who is this wanton woman?
“Soon, Little Sapphire. I want to play with your ass just a little bit longer. Will you let me do that?” My ass burns as he pushes deeper, the sphere stretching me to my limits. “Will you let me defile your body?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“What was that?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl,” Elias purrs, just as the sphere breaches that tight ring of muscle, plugging my ass.
“Oh fuck!” I shriek. “That feels so good.”
It’s pressing against my walls, hitting all the right spots, lighting my nerve endings on fire.
“Are you going to come for me, Jules?” Elias asks nonchalantly, like he’s not plundering my ass with an object that wasn’t made for sex. More than that, his cane is a symbol of his other persona, the carnival ringmaster, the man who pulls all the strings.
“Y—yes,” I squeal, pushing back, searching for more sensation.
“Let me see it, baby,” he encourages darkly. “I want to see you soak this horse with your cum.”
“Oh… Oh god!” I whine, the pressure winding up to unbearable levels.
Suddenly, Elias enters my pussy with two fingers, pressing against the cane in my ass through the thin skin separating the tunnels.
“Now, Jules. Come for me now.”
My body obeys his command, the tension snapping like a rubber band pulled too far. I let out a gurgling scream as my muscles clench over the cane and his fingers, my pussy spraying in waves, the orgasm ripping through me like a freight train.
“That’s it. That’s my filthy girl,” Elias praises as I’m still flying, my body like one giant well-pleasured nerve ending.
With one last groan, I go lax, collapsing over the horse’s back, my pelvis wet from my own cum. I’m trembling, embarrassed, sticky, and sore.
And I’ve never felt more satisfied.
18
ELIAS
My cock is rock hard, straining against my striped suit pants. There’s nothing I’d love more right now than to join Jules on the horse and ride her. Alas, she looks completely wrecked. We’ll have time to enjoy ourselves on my rides in the future. That is, if I convince her to have a future with me.
“Come on, Little Sapphire,” I murmur in her ear. Her panting breaths warm my collarbone, reminding me she’s naked and exposed to the elements. I help her off the white carousel horse, then shrug off my suit jacket before draping it over her shoulders.
Her pupils are still shot as she stares at me, her eyelids heavy, her blinks slow.
“Where are we going?” she asks quietly, without much of an inflection.
“To talk,” I answer, before pulling her into my side.
The cool evening breeze raises goosebumps on my naked chest as I lead her to the Tunnel of Love.
“Talk about how I’m going to be your sex slave?”
Some of her usual obstinate fire returns to her voice, and I smile with relief.
