Page 124 of Circus From Hell

I release his cock, pull out of his ass, and watch with a wicked grin as he cries out, body convulsing as he suffers the worst edging of his life. Tears leak out the corners of his eyes, streaking the already-smudged black makeup, and I almost feel bad. That’s a lie; I feel fucking fantastic.

“I suggest you make it up to me if you don’t want to be edged again.”

He stands on shaky feet and turns to face me. Uncertainty laces his eyes, but he gives in to my domination. He knows who’s boss now, at least somewhat.

“Go on. I’m waiting.”

He kicks away his jumpsuit and shifts back to sit on the vanity, his back against the mirror. I watch his painfully hard cocks throb when he spreads his legs, placing his feet against the edge to reveal himself for me completely.

“That’s what I thought.” I wrap my hand around his throat and let my tip penetrate his ass. “Disrespect me again, and I’ll ruin your orgasm. Now sit there and take it like a good pup.”

I stretch out his hole again, quickly and harshly. The mesmerising sight of his black eyes rolling into his head ensnares me. With every thrust, his cocks bounce and shift together, beading precum. It takes a lot of strength to refrain from grabbing them, but he doesn’t deserve that pleasure yet.

“Tell me, Spiral. Did you really think you’d keep Karma’s sweet pussy all to yourself?”

“Yes,” he admits, and I reward his honesty by grabbing the base of his upper cock.

“And here you are, taking me like you’re starved. This is your life now. You live to serve me. You exist to worship my cock. Wherever I want. When you’re asleep, unconscious, dead—I own this hole. Kreo isn’t your owner anymore; I am.”

I grab the lighter and joint from the ash tray beside him, fucking him roughly as I push it between his lips and light the end. His head leans back as he inhales deeply and exhales through the corner of his mouth, blowing smoke into my face. His body physically relaxes as he drags in more like he depends on weed as much as he depends on his incoming orgasm.

“Please fill my ass with cum, Micha,” he grunts, fingers gripping the edge of the vanity.

His eyes blaze as I slap his cheek and grip his jaw.

“Let me see you finish,” I demand, grabbing his cocks. I jerk them quickly until his mouth parts on a silent moan, the spliff dropping to his stomach, and long ropes of cum spurt from both tips simultaneously.

The hot waves of relief rush through me as I empty myself inside him, shortening my thrusts to milk myself using his twitching hole.

We pant together, staring at the mess we’ve made on his stomach.

“You won’t talk down to me again. Understand?”

“Or what?”

“Or one ruined orgasm becomes two, and two becomes three, and three becomes as many as I want until you get the point. I own you now, pet. So I’ll ask again. Do you understand?”

The fight is back now that the orgasmic high has deflated, but he swallows and nods his head. “I understand.”

“Good. Now get dressed. We have a dead girl to convince.”

“Convince of what?” he asks as he jumps down and grabs a wipe for his stomach.

“We’re getting out of here. No matter what Karma says.”

“Why do you hate the circus so much?”

I don’t look at him as he wiggles back into his jumpsuit. I’m too busy trying to remember when I last had clothes on and where I left them. Karma’s tent?

“Aside from the fact it’s full of terrifying cannibals, creepy acrobats, and loud, annoying music?”

“Yeah, aside from that.”

I huff a laugh. Shit, am I really about to be honest with this guy? It seems we’ve managed to get over the worst of our animosity.

“My father… He was adamant about making me into ‘the man of the house’. When my mother died from a stroke, my father couldn’t stand to see his weak ten-year-old son crying anymore. He’d force me to watch all kinds of sick and twisted snuff films. Once he realised that the ones with clowns scared me the most, they became his favourite to show me.”

“That’s why you were so freaked out by me.”