by Charity B.
With him.
As it starts, the platform pulls us in a circle over little hills. Our cart is swinging back and forth until all of a sudden, it spins us around so fast, my stomach falls to my toes. I find myself trying to force the cart to make more spins, anticipating the rush it gives me. I can’t stop laughing. I’ve never experienced anything like this.
He looks like he is having as much fun as I am when he asks, “Do you want to ride the slide?”
I nod. He doesn’t say a single thing about my not responding with words, he just grabs my hand and doesn’t let go as we get in line.
There are kids in front of us and one of them challenges the other to race, so when it’s our turn, I tell him, “Race ya.”
Arching an eyebrow, he smirks. “You’re on.”
He beats me by a mile three times in a row and he’s actually getting cocky about it. Dear Lord, he wears cocky well. I don’t think I’m heavy enough to go fast, so I look to the guy behind me. He’s definitely smaller than Alexander, but added to me, I bet I would win.
I turn to him. “Will you ride with me?” Alexander snaps his head toward me. I don’t think he’s mad, just wondering why I didn’t ask him. I grin at him. “I want to win.”
There it is again. The smile that shows his perfect white teeth and makes the emerald in his eyes sparkle.
I step up to put my feet into the gunny sack and the man I asked gets in behind me. Suddenly, we fly over the first bump on the slide and just as I look to Alexander, we’re passing him. Before I know it, we’re gliding onto the mats two seconds before Alexander does.
Ha! It worked. I win this time.
He pretends to be upset when he says, “Cheater.” Then his lip lifts into a smirk.
After the slide, he finally takes me to the carousel. I squeeze his hand. I can’t believe how this feels. I’m so glad I did this. I never would have imagined it would be this freeing. The coke is wearing off and I don’t care. This is unimaginable.
He leads us to a booth seat and it slowly goes in a circle allowing me to see the entire Carnival. I wish I had my camera, this would be an incredible picture and a perfect memory.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been to one of these places,” he says as his hand goes to my thigh.
I don’t move a muscle. He’s touching me! My skin buzzes beneath his palm. I don’t know what a normal girl would do so I just pretend not to notice. God, this view is breathtaking and I want him to know that he’s giving me something new.
“I’ve never been.”
“Never?” He cinches his hand closer to my skirt and I wait for the filth to crawl over me. “So how do you know Eric?”
Eric? Oh…Mr. Davis…crap.
“Oh…um, he’s just…an acquaintance.” I feel hot. This stupid sweater is like a strait jacket. My stomach jerks when he squeezes my thigh.
He turns to me and removes his hand from my leg to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Do you like cotton candy?”
My breath is sucked from my body. He has no idea what he just said or what he just said it to, and still, it makes my body floaty.
I’ve done nothing more than kiss him and I know he would have still offered even if I hadn’t. That’s not what this is about. He’s having a nice time with me and that’s enough to reward me.
Not only is he offering me candy, but it’s a kind I’ve never had before.
I grin at him. “Cotton candy? I’ve never tried it.”
“Do you want to?”
“Very much.”
He hands me a big pink fluffy ball on a stick. This isn’t like any candy I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe he got this for me. He tells me to try it, and when I do, it melts as soon as it hits my tongue, sending the most incredible flavor into my mouth. That thing’s gone so fast Alexander doesn’t even get a bite.
He makes excuses to touch me and I make them to get closer as we walk around the carnival. We ride swings that make you go so far out I wonder if the chains will break and I will fall to my bloody death. If that does happen, tonight, I would die happy.
I watch him knock down all the bottles in a game and win me a pink, stuffed dragon. He doesn’t even know me and he’s giving me gifts. My heart pounds because I think he’s about to kiss me when the little girl next to us starts crying, catching his attention. She’s upset that she didn’t win the game and I feel bad for her. I don’t want him to think I don’t like it, she’s just so sad that I want to give the dragon to her.
He’s standing behind me and I feel his fingers brush my hair away from my ear. I hold my breath, forcing myself to slowly exhale when he whispers, “I swear I’ll win you another one.”
I want to kiss him again so badly right now, I’m just a wuss. I give the little girl the dragon and she’s so cute when she says, “Thank you,” to us. I think her mom smiles a little too long at Alexander, though.
He’s making me laugh so much because as hard as he tries, he’s never able to win another dragon. I have to pull him away because I want to ride more rides.
I get scared that we will fall out of the ship that’s rocking so hard, we’re almost upside down. He holds my hand the whole time and swears it won’t happen. I’ve never ever had fun like this. Never could I have planned a more perfect night.
I look around for our next ride when I see a funny looking, almost animated building that has ‘Wacky House’ painted in wonky letters. I don’t know exactly what it is, but with a name like that, it has to be neat.
I point it out to him as I’m already pulling him in that direction. “Let’s go to the Wacky House!”
It’s so nice to not worry about if I’m doing what I am supposed to. I can just be me. We enter through a crooked doorway and the floor slides down, causing my body to tumble over right into him. Big arms are around me and I laugh with embarrassment as he stands me up.
“You got it?” He laughs.
I nod with a smile. I like not having to speak every time.
Okay, now this is crazy. Everything from the furniture to the art is an illusion. He takes me down a hallway and there’s a broken box with a diamond inside. The hole is just big enough to put my hand through and I almost do it. I don’t know if I’m supposed to touch things, though. He nods in approval so I make a fist and slip it through the hole. A loud alarm goes off and I jump back. Why would he tell me it was okay? Then I realize that it’s supposed to do that, it’s a joke. I smile at him and taking a note from Toben, I wink at him in a silent thank you for how wonderful this has all been.
Suddenly, his hand wraps around my wrists and pulls me to a nearby door. He shoves me through and before I can figure out if I did something wrong, I’m in a room of mirrors. There’s a zillion of us that go on forever. This would be nuts on acid.
“Whoa, this is trippy!”
My back slams against the mirrored wall, knocking the wind out of me, and his lips are on mine before I have time to register. He’s kissing me! He has me pinned and he’s almost forceful in his desire, yet somehow, I know that if I wanted him to stop he would.
I don’t want him to.
I tug on his soft hair, loving the feel of his mouth on mine. His tongue is gentle while his kisses are hard. I can’t believe I’m making out with him! I feel his fingertips on my thigh and they are moving higher up my leg.
The grime will envelop me soon. He’s going to want to touch me and I can’t let that happen. It’s dirty. Except…not right now it’s not. His fingers are barely touching my panties and I automatically lean into his caress. I actually crave it. What’s wrong with me? He pulls my panties to the side and I can feel the cool breeze as his fingers barely touch me. I’m actually okay with this?
WHORE!
I still and barely whisper, “No,” before the feeling vanishes as quickly as it arrived. It’s never just stopped like that before. How did he do that?
He backs away as he runs his hands through the light strands. “Shit. I’m sorry-”
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nbsp; “No, don’t stop…I…that wasn’t a no…”
His hand drops and he scowls at me. “That most definitely was a fucking no.”
I ruined it. Our night was perfect until I messed it up. It left. The feeling left and I’m confused about what that means. “I…I didn’t mean it.” I can barely make my voice work. I’m so mad at myself.
His arms cage me in and his shoulders flex as he leans forward to pierce his eyes into me. “I don’t take pussy that isn’t offered. If you want this to continue, you’re going to have to make the next move.”
I do want this to keep going. Partially because I’m curious if the feeling will stop again. Mostly though, it’s because I like him a lot and his warm touch leaves me wanting for the first time in my life. I keep eye contact as I take his right hand from the wall and place it on my thigh before pulling my panties to the side. He doesn’t move an inch as I hold his finger and brush it over my slit. His eyes light up and he smirks in the most devilish way as he slips his finger inside of me. I tighten around him as I watch his shoulder flex with the pumping of his arm. No clawing fear, or filth, just his incredible finger sliding in and out. I’ve been fingered countless times and it’s never been like this. Not even with Master.
His forehead is pressed against mine just watching me. He eventually slips in another while his thumb softly presses against my clit. I swear if he cut or hit me I would come right now. I don’t know if this is how normal girls are, so it might be bad to push my body onto his hand. I’m not even in control of myself anymore. I almost feel high even though I know the coke is nowhere in sight.
There’s a noise in the room, it’s just irrelevant while his hand is inside me.
He whispers, “Shit,” before he takes out his fingers.
Before I can react to the loss, he holds my hand and pulls me to the end of the mirrored room and back outside. Once we burst through the exit, he laughs while running his hand through his hair.
I want him so bad.
Surprising myself, I use all my strength to push him against the wall. Why do I have to be so short? I’m never going to be able to reach all the way up to his mouth. He sees my struggle and the sexy jerk smirks before he bends down and cups my face. Clearly, he likes to have the upper hand because he picks me up and turns us so that I’m the one against the wall. We kiss for a while and I keep getting frustrated that he isn’t replacing his hand.
I’m so close to dropping to my knees and giving him what he wants. It’s what all men want. The difference is, this time, I want to give it to him.
“Come home with me,” he murmurs.
The words seem to reverberate through me. I know exactly what will happen if I go back with him. I nod my response because all my words have vanished. I don’t want this night to end, I want to feel what it should be like. Toben always says it’s not supposed to be bad, now I see what he might mean.
I can’t believe that I’m doing this of my own free will. I won’t get this opportunity again. As soon as the dirtiness shows up I can stop it, but what if for some reason it doesn’t? I’ll never know if I don’t try. This is my one night to make my own choices, and tonight, I choose him.
MY HEART GOES CRAZY AS we cross the street to the Necco Room. He talks to the valet and a couple moments later, a ridiculous yellow car pulls up in front of us. It takes a lot of self-control not to laugh. Is this seriously what he drives? Of course it is. Even though I’ve only been inside a few cars, they’re always black or gray and none have had curves like this. This thing screams attention, just like its owner. I think it’s cute he’s so proud of it. He opens the door for me and I immediately recognize the song playing on the stereo. First the candy and now this? He slides in and turns down the music.
“You like Nirvana?” I ask him.
He looks at me in disbelief. “Oh yeah. You?”
“My best friend got so sick of this album.”
I can almost hear Toben now:
Christ on a cracker, Love. If you play that fucking CD one more time, my ears are literally going to bleed.
My heart jumps when he laughs. “That’s actually pretty funny, so did mine. He threatened breaking it on more than one occasion.”
He pulls off from the curb and I smile at him in the dark. He has no idea what he’s doing for me. This has been one of the most incredible nights of my life. The only other day that was this amazing was the first time I left my house with Toben. The intensity of what that statement means is huge. I want to thank him and I know how to do it.
I know how to do it well.
I reach across the console and press my hand to his jeans and his erection pushes against my palm instantly. For the first time in my life, making a man hard gives me a thrill. I do that to him. He desires me. I unhook his belt and the thought of him striking me with it makes me smash my thighs together to suppress the need. I quickly undo his pants as his breathing changes, causing my nipples to harden, and I know I am probably soaked. I reach inside of his boxer briefs and holy cow! He’s even giving Master a run for his money. I pull his underwear down making it easier to stroke him. My hand doesn’t reach the whole way around and I lightly squeeze before I gradually pick up speed. It’s dark, but as we pass the lights, I can see him keep glancing down to watch my hand pump up and down. He starts to push himself in and out of my grasp as his small groans escape occasionally. I want to make him react. I want to hear what he sounds like when he comes. I lean down and I’m able to get a little over half of it in right away. I swallow and suck as I am able to get him to slide further down my throat.
“Jesus!” His hand softly rests on my head while he pushes himself deeper and grows even freaking bigger. I take it gladly. Every time he whispers a ‘fuck’ or a ‘shit’, it just makes me want to suck harder and make it feel better. When did sucking dick become fun? Eventually, his hand pushes my head down when he starts pounding the heck out of my mouth. “Okay, I’m gonna come.”
I’m curious how he tastes. Every man has their own flavor, I guess. I can feel the pulsing that lets me know he’s ready and as he pours himself into my mouth. I’m not disappointed when a low moan tells me of his satisfaction.
I hope that this isn’t enough for him. I actually want to have sex with him. A lot. I want one guy on my list that’s mine and I want it to be him. It can only be him. Once he’s empty, I make sure he’s wiped clean before I sit up. I brush a drop from my lip when I feel the cloud of guilt come over me. What am I thinking? I had his business associate inside me this morning! Never mind the fact that Logan came inside me this afternoon. Then I think about Toben. How am I going to willingly let a guy that I talked to for the first time today be with me, while I won’t let my best friend, my love, my everything have me?
Toben can never ever know about this.
Filthy bitch!
I don’t understand myself, and I’m starting to get that dirty feeling when his hand makes its way up my skirt, and somehow it all falls away. I grasp onto his strong forearm as his fingers are inside of me once again. The muscles in his arm move beneath my touch, as he fingers me. I want more. I want him deeper. Sliding my hand down to his wrist, I hold him there as I thrust onto his fingers. His thumb softly rubs small circles over my little bud and oh, what I would give for a knife right now. This feels insane and I wish I could come. I’ve wished I could come before, just not for this reason. I want to show him what he’s doing to me and how he’s making me feel. I close my eyes as I lose myself in the sensations when I hear a little clank. My eyes slowly open to see a gate letting us through, as we pull into a driveway.
The house is large. Not quite Master’s castle large, though it’s a completely different style. It’s multileveled, square, and boxy with a lot of huge windows. We pull into a garage as he rips the keys out of the ignition. He gets to my side inhumanly fast as he pulls open my door and yanks me out. I can barely keep up as he jerks me through a door and into a short entryway. One minute, I’m in his kitchen while he completely
misses the bowl he attempts to throw his keys into, and the next, I’m up against a wall with his mouth crashing against mine. I melt into him and can’t believe the relief I feel when his fingers are back inside me.
He kisses my neck and braces his free hand against the wall. “Those raspy little moans of yours have me hard as fuck.”
I inhale sharply while the heat intensifies at his words. His fingers slip out of my skirt and he holds my hand, tugging me across the living room and up a set of stairs. I see three different doors while we speed walk down a hallway before we eventually turn into one. The bedroom is open and simple like the living room. A black dresser is to my right and a big four poster bed is directly in front of me. There’s a door to the right and a door to the left. I’m guessing a closet and a bathroom. The bed has a big, fluffy, white comforter and blue accent pillows. I let go of his hand as he turns on some music.
Okay, this is it. I’m doing this. I walk to the front of the bed and hurry to get my clothes off. I don’t want him to have to wait and I don’t want to change my mind. I just have to remember not to kneel. That might freak him out.
“Whoa, slow down. There’s no need to rush.”
I feel like I’m going to pass out when he towers over me. I can’t do this. If I sprint really fast I’ll be long gone before he figures out what happened.
His fingers fondle the strands of my hair and I almost blurt, ‘I fucked Mr. Davis this morning’. Thankfully though, his soft lips start softly kissing mine. His aggression from downstairs is gone, replaced by gentleness. His arm wraps around me and lifts me up, pressing my body against his while his kiss deepens.
Maybe I can do this. I just need to chill.
His hand moves over my butt at a leisurely pace, and I feel his fingers on my thigh. For a moment, I worry that he will feel the welts from Master’s cane, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His hand finds its way up my skirt again and squeezes my bottom. Can he feel the scars and cuts? He squeezes and kisses me harder for a moment before placing me back on the floor. His eyes are blazing and his lip is lifted ever so slightly in a subtle smirk. I’m shocked his cock isn’t out yet. He is taking his time which is not something that I am used to. This is supposed to be my area of expertise. I’m literally a professional at fucking and he has me so flustered, I don’t know which way is up. Maybe he’s waiting for me to take the initiative, another new experience for me. I reach for his jeans button, when his hand suddenly wraps around my wrist to stop me. When I look up at him, he is shaking his head.
