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Old Ember would have accepted the torture, but new Ember is needy and commanding.
“Are we alone?” I croak, my fingers clenching tightly in the straps. My blood is rushing to my head in this position, but I don’t care.
“Yes,” he purrs. “We’ll be alone for another fifteen minutes or so.”
I tilt my head and look up his body to his eyes. In his gaze, I see the same desire I feel. “Then unzip your pants.”
He pauses. I know he had the same thought I did. His length hardened slightly when I flipped on the wheel, but at my words, his pants tent.
Club is a different animal I’ve yet to figure out. He’s stoic and carries himself with an air of nobility I can’t place. When he speaks, his words are weighed heavily, chosen with precise care. When I tell him to unzip his pants, though, all that poise disappears and reveals the beast within.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he warns. “You’re still healing.”
I know he doesn’t mean physically—he’s not pointing out my broken leg—he means emotionally, but I’m not afraid here. I’ve never felt safer than I do now, and it’s because of the four of them. I belong to the cirque, to them, and I’m going to claim them just the same. I want them. All of them. The new person I am doesn’t care about social constructs or silly rules outside of this tent. I only care about what I want.
Right now, I want to suck Club’s cock deep into my throat.
I want to feel alive and powerful, and I know I can with him.
“Unzip your pants,” I repeat, the sharp order filling the air between us.
He hesitates for one beat, two, before he lets his monster out to play. He reaches between us with a groan and unzips his pants, freeing his erection and letting it bob in front of my face. A bead of precum pools on the tip, and I yearn to taste it.
“Give it to me,” I command. Even though I’m strapped to the wheel, I’ll slip down if I let go, so I hold fast and open my mouth. Any hesitation he had before is now gone.
Club presses his dick against my lips, painting his precum along them, before he plunges inside. I gag at the suddenness of it, and he moans, his body going taut. He doesn’t pull back, instead pushing deeper until my nose is pressed against his skin and tears spring to my eyes.
“I’ve imagined you just like this,” he growls as he pulls out and thrusts back in, fucking my throat without mercy. “Strapped down, helpless against my onslaught.” I feel the wood groan as he pulls out a dagger. “Shaking with pleasure as I trace a knife down your body.” I feel the cold steel against my good leg. “But for now, I’m happy to fuck your perfect throat.” He drops the knife with a clatter and begins to fuck me, his moans and the sounds of his cock gagging me echoing in my ears. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as he ruthlessly fucks me, and I love it. I love every second of it. My pussy clenches, my own need covering my thighs as I wish I were naked so he could taste my own pleasure. I want him to fuck me just like he said. I want this brutal, dark edge.
I want them to remind me I am not ruined.
“Oh fuck.” His balls slap against me as he forces his cock deep down my throat, fucking me hard and fast as he swells. “You’re going to fucking steal my soul this way. I know it.”
Despite his words, he doesn’t stop. Saliva drips from my lips as I suck on him, and he deepthroats me until I feel him start to lose control.
“Next time, I’m going to strap you down and fuck your pussy until you scream,” he tells me, “and then I’ll let the others join in. You want to put on an act, baby girl, then you’ve got it.”
When he slams deep inside, burying himself all the way down my throat with a bellow so my face is pressed tightly to his pelvic bone, I feel his cock jerk. Warmth fills my throat as he spills his seed there, marking me. I swallow it all, wasting nothing.
The sound of someone about to come through the circus tent has him pulling back and zipping his pants up. The clowns are coming in to practice, and I’m upside down with his cum dribbling from my lips, tears running from my eyes, and saliva around my mouth.
Club spins me upright, and my blood rushing back to my body makes me dizzy for a moment. As I gather my bearings, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief before gently wiping the saliva from my face. He leaves the cum. When he finishes cleaning me up, he leans in and kisses me deeply, sending me into another fit of desire.
“I bet you’d be dripping down your thighs right now if not for your clothing,” he murmurs against my lips. “I can’t wait to taste you, little star.”
He steps back and spins me. “Now for the second part of the act,” he says, walking over to the table and picking up a knife like nothing happened, but he’s breathing heavily and his eyes linger on me, so he isn’t as unaffected as he pretends he is. “Try not to give in to the dizziness.”
I nod, wishing we had more time to play.
I focus on a spot at the top of the tent to stop myself from getting dizzy, and only then do I realize we weren’t alone before. High up in the rafters, eating a bucket of popcorn, is Heart. He’d been practicing, and he never left. When our eyes meet, he winks, his grin so wide, it must hurt his cheeks.
If my panties weren’t soaked before, they certainly are now.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Although Dr. Louis says my leg is healing, I’m still not well enough to help in any acts, not really. I’m off the crutches, but now I just have a boxy boot around my leg, so I’m forced to sit out tonight’s show, watching from the sidelines as they amaze and terrify. The longer I’m here, the more the darkness within me rises.
