Page 24 of Circus From Hell

It’s nearly impossible to stop myself from lunging forward and digging my teeth into Arlo’s flesh. His heart beats erratically, and when Micha suggested I suck his cock, it sped up, but it mixed with that heady scent of arousal that makes me hungrier for something else.

Micha’s strong hand is holding onto my chin, and it’s the first time I’ve ever been touched like this without someone trying to fight me off them. No one apart from Kreo willingly touches me. Micha feels comfortable ordering me around and manhandling me despite the fact I can still feel the fear radiating off him.

“Have you ever sucked cock before?” he asks quietly. I shake my head, the movement restricted by his hold. My veins vibrate with the need for something; I don’t know what exactly. “Arlo is worried your teeth will cut him.”

“They probably will,” I whisper.

Arlo’s eyebrows shoot up. “That’s… hot.”

Micha narrows his eyes on him. “You’re a little freak.”

Spiral starts whistling, still looking for me. Arlo squeezes his hands shut, blowing out steady breaths to try and slow down his heartbeat, but it isn’t working.

My mouth is desperate to feel his flesh.

I do want to suck his cock. But I don’t know if I can hold back from eating it.

“I’ll hold her mouth,” Micha says into Arlo’s ear. “Fuck her little throat and paint it with your cum, Pipsqueak. Besides, you like a little pain, don’t you?”

They both look at me, as if waiting for permission, but I don’t think Arlo has decided himself. My eyes flick between them, unsure who to settle on. If this was anyone else, I would have already eaten them alive.

“Do you want that, Karma?” Arlo asks quietly, and I nod eagerly. I might not have done it before, but I’ve seen it. I want to try it for myself. “Do you promise not to bite it off?”

“No.”

I can’t promise that.

Arlo looks on the verge of either screaming or crying, and his heart pounds harder, making me fight against Micha’s hold to open my jaw.

“She’s going to eat you, Arlo. Take out your cock.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, slipping his hand in his joggers and pulling out his long and hard appendage. His head leans back against the wall as he strokes up his length with a trembling hand, tilting the tip upwards, and when I see the jewellery lining the underside, my knees nearly buckle beneath me.

“Sssshiny,” I hiss. Micha holds my head as I lower to my knees, my mouth perfectly in line with Arlo’s long, pale cock. He moves behind me, holding the sides of my face with two hands, giving me access to open my mouth.

“Look at how wide she can open those lips, Arlo. She’ll suck your soul out.”

I probably will.

Arlo hesitantly looks down at me, a mix of nervousness and arousal painted over his sweet face.

“My little brother likes you, Karma,” Micha whispers, his breath caressing my ear. “He came to this circus to see you. He wants your mouth around his big cock. You gonna give it to him?”

My body shivers at his words. Someone wants me?

“Do you want me to talk you through it? Show you how to suck his perfect, pierced cock?”

I nod my head.

“Wrap that long tongue around it.”

Saliva strings across my tongue as it slithers out of my mouth, and the tip wraps around the middle of Arlo’s cock, feeling the ridges of one of his many piercings. He groans quietly as I continue to wrap more until I have no more length to give, and then I snap the appendage into my mouth. Micha’s quick to hold my forehead and the bottom of my jaw, forcing my mouth open for him. My lips cover my teeth, and Arlo slides in deeper.

“Now stay like that, Karma. Let Arlo fuck your pretty face how he wants.”

Pretty.

Arlo is slow and tentative at first, his eight piercings popping out my mouth. Despite my urge to clamp down and bite it off, Micha’s grip and the arousal dripping from both of them holds me back.