How the hell did I get lucky enough to find this amazing jewel?
With the park passing back and forth under us, we sit and talk some more. It’s the most peaceful and truly enjoyable moment I’ve allowed myself to have in a very long time.
And it’s all because of Trina.
Chapter 9
Trina
I can’t believe it.
The day has been so incredible. First, Grayson sent me a sweet note to apologize for not coming to have breakfast with me, and then we had a wonderful time at Six Flags. Today has literally been the best day of my whole entire life.
Smiling wide like the Cheshire Cat, I slide open the glass door to Grayson’s shower and step inside. The water is immediately the perfect temperature when I turn it on. My soft moan of pleasure echoes through the large bathroom as the water falls over my shoulders and the rest of my body, soaking into my skin and washing away hints of sperm on my thighs and belly. Because everything about our Six Flags trip was amazing, but the absolute best part was when he took me in the haunted house.
It was so sexy and so unexpected. Even now, my legs are still shaking from the incredible power of the multiple orgasms Grayson gave me. Because the fear from the house isn’t real. It isn’t anything like living on one small check each month that can’t cover all the expenses of a family of three. It’s nothing like having my parents disappear into some unknown forever, forcing me to consider things like selling my body for money. It’s nothing like the fear of waking up to my brother’s cold and lifeless body in his little bed, a victim of one of the monstrous ailments that regularly tortures his underweight body.
No, this manufactured fear and terror I can always deal with. So I absolutely loved it when Grayson tugged me into the rickety car for two with a naughty whisper in my ear.
“You’re gonna love this,” he said, low and soft. His breath tickled my ear and along the side of my neck as he pulled me down next to him.
Soon, the car jerked along the tracks and tumbled its way into the haunted house. Well, it was more of a haunted cave with dark corners and hidden curves, sharp things jutting down from the ceiling. What little light there was came from below and cast Gray’s handsome face into tantalizing shadow. His high cheekbones stood out like the Frankenstein monster and he actually looked a little scary. But I was never afraid of him.
Our little car with just the two of us puttered down the track, one in a line of a dozen or so. Florescent lights glowed from beaneath the train cars, and the sounds of wailing randomly burst out around us.
“Are you scared yet?” Grayson asked me with his arm around my waist.
I leaned into him and gave a fake shiver, complete with a little shimmy of my boobs so he’d look down the front of my dress. “Not yet. Is there something here waiting to scare me for real?”
“It depends on what you’re afraid of,” he murmured in a husky voice.
Then his hand was suddenly there, squeezing my breast from below. His fingers grazed my nipple before tweaking it a bit. A shivery sensation slithered between my legs. That time, my shiver was very real.
“Nice.” His hot breath tickled my ear.
Suddenly, a zombie lurched out from a dark corner. Screams burst out from the dozen or so cars in the haunted house train.
“Oh my god!” I screamed too and jumped up high, landing in Grayson’s lap. I giggled and tried to slide back off to sit in the seat beside him, but he gripped my arms and forced me to perch in his lap. He was as hard as a steel pike under my ass.
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“There’s nothing to be scared of, sweetheart,” he said softly.
Then his hands wandered under my skirt, pulling up the dark material.
“Grayson!” I gasped, more because of his hot hands on my thighs than the werewolf stalking the car and howling in the half-dark. “What are you doing?” But it was pretty obvious what he was up to.
“What do you think I’m doing?” His big hands roamed over my thighs, causing my insides to go hot. I was too startled and too suddenly turned on to answer. Those hands slid between my legs and shoved the dress completely out of the way. My stomach tightened with lust and I wriggled to settle my ass more comfortable on top of Grayson’s massive pole. My pussy was already hot and juicing. I was ready to take him fully right here right now, and he hadn’t even really done anything to me yet.
“Grayson,” I whimpered while filthy, delicious desire rippled through my stomach and fluttered in my cunt.
It was so dark in the haunted house that nobody could see what was going on in our car. At least, I hoped nobody could see. Then Grayson bit my ear and suddenly, I didn’t care what anybody could or couldn’t see. Arousal buzzed into my core and I spread my legs wide for him. His cock pressed between ass cheeks, along my pussy lips through the two plus layers of cloth between our naked flesh. Gasping, I ground on top of him, desperately wet and needy.
Grayson nibbled on my neck. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He stroked me tantalizingly through my soaking underwear, his fingers sure and strong.
“Inside, Grayson,” I gasped. “Please, put your fingers inside me.”
And my man listens. He pulled my panties aside and plunged his long and thick digits into me, making me squeal from the intense pleasure of it. “Like that, sweetheart?”
“Yes, oh yes.” I squirmed and started to pump my hips, riding up and down his fingers. His thumb tapped my clit with each of my thrusts and the liquid squelch of it all made me go red with shame. But it wasn’t enough to make me stop. “You feel so good, Grayson. So good.”
“That’s my dirty girl.”
My head felt so heavy that I desperately wanted to drop it backwards onto his shoulder. But that wasn’t a good idea because I had to at least try to look like I wasn’t getting fucked in a haunted house. The pleasure raced through my limbs. Turned up higher. I whimpered his name again.
“You want more, baby?” He lapped gently at my earlobe before biting down gently and making me squeal. “You want me to fuck you in front of all these people?”
“Please! Yes. Oh god!”
His wicked chuckle aroused me even more and I felt turned on enough to explode. His hands moved sharply between my legs and I let out a sharp, involuntary gasp. He’d ripped off my panties!
“I’ll buy you some new ones, pretty baby. Don’t you worry.”
With a few quick motions of his hand, his pants were open and his cock was naked against my hot and wet flesh.
“Oh, Grayson.” I ground harder on top of him.
But he grabbed my hips to keep me still. His fingers dived back into my pussy then farther back—back to my asshole. My shriek split the air.
What was he doing? We’d never done this before. Never. It felt so…strange.
“You’re doing real good, sweetheart,” he whispered to me. “Really fucking good. You’ll like this, I promise.”
Slowly, he used the juices from my overflowing cunt to lube up my asshole. Both of my holes tingled now, and hot awareness prickled in my sensitive spots. With a jolt, I realized that I wanted to feel him. Suddenly I needed the sensation of that strange fullness in my back door.
“You ready for this, sweet baby?” His fingers teased my nipples briefly through my dress, then disappeared below the edge of the little rail car where nobody else could see.
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, Grayson. Give it to me. I’m ready.” I rolled my hips and circled my asshole back against his firm fingers probing and stretching me out back there. “I want it. I want you.”
His massive missile of a cock pressed against my rear hole.
Oh my god! He was so big. How was it going to fit in there?
Suddenly, I panicked. True fear flooded into my veins like poison and my heart started to pound out of control. I thrashed against him, my legs flailing. I wiggled hard, trying to get away and small screams ripped from my throat. Quickly, his fingers went back to my clit and stroked me, trying to calm me down.
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Slowly, I calmed down, seduced by the pleasure his fingers on my clit brought me. In no time at all, I was liquid again, legs spread, mouth open to pant his name while begging him to give me his big shaft.
“Please,” I gasped him over and over.
“Anything you want, Trina. Anything. Always.” His fat pole probed my asshole again and his fingers stroked my pussy. As our train rattled over the tracks and beasts jumped from every corner of the dark caves, he played with my wet hole and my clit, strumming me. Playing me like his personal instrument.
And slowly, it began. The alpha probed my dark star with his dick, testing the tight rim before slowly easing it into my asshole.
“Unnnh!” It burned, but only for a moment. Emboldened, Gray pushed a little more, getting a few inches into my sphincter. Oh god, my bottom already felt stretched to the max, and yet I knew that this wasn’t even half of it.
“You okay, pretty baby?” he rasped in my ear. “This okay with you?”
I squinched my eyes shut, focusing on breathing deep.
“Yes, Gray,” I murmured, breasts heaving as my bottom adjusted. “Yes, give me more.”
Immediately, Grayson eased a few more inches inside, my sphincter stretching with the most delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
“Unnnh!” I gasped. “Oh god.” I couldn’t take anymore. Even though I knew we hadn’t even really started, my back ring felt like it was on fire even as my bottom stretched further.
But Gray could read my mind, and he breathed against my neck. “You’re so beautiful,” he ground out. “So fucking beautiful, princess.”
And the words did it. Feeling loved and so sexy, my sphincter popped audibly, and Gray’s full ten inches slipped into my bottom.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he growled in my ear. “Take it like the butt slut you are.”
And the man immediately started to move inside me in a slow and thorough drilling that grew more and more powerful with every passing moment. He fucked my virgin ass deep and strong even as his fingers made circles on my clit and dipped into my soaking wet pussy.
To my surprise, I loved it. “Fuck me harder,” I begged him and threw my ass back on his dick, panting and sweating. “Give me more.”
“You sure you can handle it, baby?” he asked before giving me what I wanted anyways. He forced himself into my bottom as his fingers quested again and again into my pussy.
My body was tight and electric, sizzling, buzzing, and burning up from his giant shaft pumping in my ass. With his front pressed against my back and his fingers gripping my hips tight, he grunted, a masculine and intoxicating sound. “You like this big dick in your asshole, sweetheart?” His voice was husky and full of lust as fucked me deep and hard.
There was only one right answer. “Yes, oh god, yes!” I cried out and squealed like a greedy slut as my pussy gushed around his fingers and my asshole clenched as tight as a fist around his cock. “Oh my god,” I screamed. “Grayson, yes!”
And with another loud scream of his name, I came hard on his dick and his fingers, both holes clenching and clamping around him.
A chorus of screams rang out around us. More vampires. More werewolves. But I was anything but scared now. I was covered in a film of desire as Grayson’s cock churned in my ass. Pumping in and out, in and out.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he grunted and hammered my asshole a few more times. Then I felt a hot gush of his jizz shooting through my hole deep inside. The rush of his seed triggered another orgasm and I screamed again.
“Oh god. Unnnh, please yes!”
Just then a bunch of zombies dropped from the ceiling and landed in the empty car in front of us, their decayed and liquid faces wide with crazy grins pulled into half-moons.
“Oh shit!” I gasped out and hid my embarrassed face in Grayson’s hot and sweaty neck even as my anus seized around his dick again, draining it dry. And suddenly, a giggle bubbled up out of me, uncontrollable and wild. This was just so crazy. I’d just had my first anal experience in public, on a children’s haunted house ride? This definitely wasn’t what I signed up for when I answered that ad from so long ago.
But I guess that describes how far I’ve come. Because although I haven’t known Grayson Knight for long, I’m so comfortable around the alpha that anything goes. Anytime he wants me, my body answers. When he speaks my name, my heart accelerates. And now, in the shower, the mere memory of the man turned me on all over again, my heart pumping under the hot water.
Humming one of the songs I usually play in my own bathroom, I reach for Grayson’s soap and begin to wash myself. My skin feels tender and delicious all over. A little bruised from his rough handling, but so sexy—even places I didn’t consider sexy before. Tentatively, I reach back to tap my tender asshole.
Oh god. It feels sore, but deliciously so. I probe gently, pushing my finger up there, and then gasp when a gush of cum slides out.
My face is on fire, but it’s so naughty that it’s good. Will we do it like that again? Because his giant horse cock in my ass was the most wicked thing I’ve ever felt. And it was oh so good. Plus, feeling his cum dripping out of me afterwards was almost like a reward, like I was being marked as his.
God, I love it all. I’ve never been so happy before.
My fingers moving slow and sensually, I wash that tender and hidden place. Grayson’s playground. And I want him to play in there again. This time, I want to watch him and see his face when he eases his big dick in there. I want to see every expression while we’re fucking.
Suddenly, the bathroom door bursts open. I turn with a smile for Grayson. Did he want to do it again in the bathroom? If so, I’m more than ready.
“I guess you couldn’t wait—”
I gasp when I see a man I don’t recognize.
Oh my god! What’s going on?
I scream. The man is huge with a bald head and narrow, lifeless eyes. He’s bulging with muscles in a bad way, and wears a black trench coat over a completely black outfit underneath. This man looks like a killer. I scream again and stumble back in the slippery shower as he yanks the glass door open and roughly pulls me out. I kick and scream and my feet thump frantically into the glass door. The sound booms like thunder but the translucent pane doesn’t break.
The man doesn’t stop. I twist away from him and slash at his face with my fingernails. He recoils for a moment, and I dart away and sprint for the door.
“Grayson!” My lover’s name tears from my throat in terror as I run.
But the alpha male doesn’t come.
The intruder grabs me but his hand slips on my wet, naked skin. Running frantically, I take off again like a rocket. But this time, the strange man grabs both my arms and shakes me. My naked boobs fly all over the place.
“Grayson!” is my choked gasp. What’s going on? Oh god, is this guy going to kidnap and rape me? I scream and scream, but Grayson doesn’t come. Where is he? Where’s the man who’s supposed to save me?
My screams ring out loud and desperate as the monster drags my naked and wet form from the huge bathroom and to the bed where I’m sure he’s about to do something nefarious.
“Please! Somebody! Anybody! Help me!” come my desperate cries.
Even as I scream my head off, I fight like hell. And suddenly, I catch sight of Grayson from the corner my eye. Relief descends over my frame.
“Grayson, thank God! Help! Please!”
But Grayson just stands there. He doesn’t do anything. For just a split second I stop struggling, unable to comprehend why he isn’t pulling this monster off me. Can’t he see that I’m wet and naked, desperately trying to get away? This can’t be right. Something is very, very wrong.
“Grayson!” I scream his name again, making eye contact. “Help me!”
But he does nothing. He merely turns away and says, “It has to be this way, Trina.”
What in the world? My man—at least the per
son I thought was my man—just stands there, big and solid and muscular, while a savage stranger drags me away. Grayson does nothing. His face is completely shuttered and unreadable.
My mouth drops open, and instantly, I stop fighting. Every sound in the room comes to a screeching halt, leaving us in a ringing silence. A sharp pain slashes through my chest and my body sags in his cruel grip.
My heart is breaking even as I lie there like a limp, broken doll.
Grayson never cared about me. Numb as an icicle now, I don’t resist as the intruder bundles me into a robe. Grayson is looking at me now, his face as stoic as stone. I’m shaking like a leaf and my chest burns like there’s no oxygen in the room. My life’s falling apart, but the man I love merely looks away as the stranger drags me out of the room and down the hall. Pretty soon, we’ve gone back through the maze, down an elevator, and out to a black car idling on the curb.
Numb. I’m completely numb.
The leather seat squeaks under my wet legs. Another man sits in the limo, but after a brief look at me, he ignores everything but the phone glowing in his hand. My kidnapper bangs the roof and instantly the car jolts from the curb.
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