Page 28 of Off the Rails

I’d always wanted to fuck a woman. I fantasized about it plenty, but never got the chance to until now.

Sure, I knew that I was attracted to girls. I’d even kissed a few. But making out drunk while her boyfriend cheered on by the bonfire was so different from Blade’s touch, the feeling of her pierced lip on my skin…

“Fuck.” I whimpered as I pressed my finger in my folds, letting my pleasure soak them.

Rolling my head back, the water dripped down my chest.

I rubbed harder, faster as images of Blade’s long strap slipping into my center came rippling back. She was the perfect size, filling me without stretching. I’d taken her so easily, the force of her thrusts making room for herself.

“Oh…” Moaning, I let my head rest against the concrete as I pressed into my hard clit.

In a matter of seconds, my body began to stutter, shaking on my hands as I came again.

Gritting my teeth, I breathed out my orgasm. “Fuck.”

When I was done, I washed my hand, cleaned off my legs again and turned off the water.

A fresh towel rested on the shelf.

Wrapping myself up, I made my way back to the bedroom. All I had was the dirty, sweaty clothes I’d worn. I draped them over a leather chair in the corner, hoping they’d air out enough to be okay to wear in the morning.

I’d washed out my underwear in the shower, letting them drip dry off the faucet.

Besides, maybe my three captors would have something I could borrow in the morning.

Staring at the bed at the center of the room, I hesitated to get in it. It was rare for me to sleep in a real bed. Let alone anything bigger than a twin mattress that could be pressed up against every wall in the room.

But this king-sized bed looked plush, the sheets perfectly crisp.

If I let myself sleep there, would I become too used to it? How hard would it be to adjust back to springs in my back?

I could feel the aching in my body, the exhaustion setting in as my stomach growled.

I wasn’t going out there. Not tonight. Not while Blade still had a claim to me.

Bed it is.

Letting out a breath, I peeled back the duvet and slipped under the top sheet.

“Oh, fuck.” I moaned as I slipped my feet into the bed, letting my back sink into the mattress.

Sleep was eager to take over, quieting my racing mind.

One thought managed to persist. I didn’t know how often we would do these Fright Nights. But I knew that I needed to win. And fast before I ended up joining this circus.

16

TESS

The moment my eyes opened, my heart was already pounding. Bright light filled the room, illuminating every unfamiliar inch of the space. For a second, I had no fucking clue where I was.

My exhausted mind caught up with reality quickly, though. The killer clowns, the hunting, what I’d allowed Blade to do to me… it all sounded like a bizarre dream. But as I sat up, running a hand over my sore, bruised thighs, I knew that all of it was real.

I’d lost, and I was their prisoner for god knows how long.

How long do they expect me to stay here?

In hindsight, it had been stupid not to set out that term during our negotiation. But I’d been so blinded by the promise of a big paycheck that I’d completely forgotten to plan for what came next if I lost.