Page 58 of Carnival Stalker

As I make my way back to the trailer I share with him, I wonder what the future holds.

Stepping into the trailer, I’m jolted out of my musings by the sight of Phoenix sitting there, an all-too-familiar mask obscuring his features. It’s the same one he wore thatnight at the club when he ate me out, fueling my fantasies of masked men. My heartbeat quickens at the memory, and I can’t help but wonder if he intends to replay that scene.

“Why are you wearing that?” I ask, my voice catching slightly as I try to keep my tone light. I can feel my cheeks flushing, knowing exactly why he’s chosen to put the mask on tonight. “Did you miss the feeling of plastic against your skin?”

His only response is a low chuckle that sends shivers down my spine. I move closer, reaching up to adjust the mask, my fingers hovering above its smooth surface. “You saw my browsing history, didn’t you?” I whisper, my eyes searching his bright blue eyes. “That’s why you’re wearing this.”

His head tilts slightly, and my heart hammers against my ribcage. I can feel his eyes on me, burning through the mask as if he’s willing me to accept what we both know. “Don’t play innocent,” he murmurs, his voice deep and husky. “Of course, I’ve seen your browser history, dirty girl.”

My breath catches in my throat, a mix of arousal and nervousness fluttering in my chest. “Maybe I was just curious,” I reply, my tone defiant even as my body betrays me with a surge of dampness between my legs. “Maybe I wanted to understand why certain things turn me on.”

“And have you figured it out?” he asks, leaning in close. “Do you know why the idea of being forced by a masked man, of consenting to non-consent, gets you so wet?”

I swallow hard, my eyes flickingdownward as my cheeks flame with heat. “I’m not sure,” I admit, my voice little more than a whisper. “Maybe it’s the thrill, the loss of control. Maybe it’s to do with how you took me by force initially.”

He chuckles again, and the sound reverberates through me. “Let’s explore that together, shall we?”

My cheeks flame even hotter, and I can’t help but notice the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. Seeing his blatant arousal sends a thrill through me, and I bite my lip, hesitating for only a moment before voicing my desire.

“What if we act out that night in the woods?” I suggest, my voice barely above a whisper. “You could chase me, and we could pretend it’s all happening again. A proper consensual non-consent scene, with a safe word.”

I watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat and eyes darken. Then, slowly, he nods. “A safe word is essential.” He leans closer, his warm breath tickling my ear as he whispers, “The safe word is ‘mercy.’ If you use it, I’ll stop immediately.”

I shiver at his words, my pulse thrumming in my veins. “Okay,” I breathe. “Let’s do it.”

Without another word, he pushes back his chair and stands, taking a deliberate step back. “Run,” he commands, and I waste no time obeying.

I sprint out of the trailer, and the cool night air whips against my skin. The ground is soft beneath my shoes, and the scent of pine needles fills my lungs as I dart into the surrounding woods.

Laughter bubbles up from within me, a mix of nervousnessand sheer exhilaration. It’s like that night all over again, except this time, I’m agreeing to be chased, and the fear has been replaced by a different kind of excitement.

His footsteps crunching behind me spurs me on. I veer to the left, ducking under a low-hanging branch, my heart hammering with adrenaline. I know he’ll catch me, but I can’t help wanting to make the chase last just a little longer.

As I round the bend in the trail, I spot a fallen tree trunk and change my course, leaping over rotting logs and tangles of undergrowth. My lungs burn, but the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins keeps me going. I can sense him getting closer, his footsteps pounding relentlessly in pursuit.

Just a little farther, I tell myself. I want to draw out this delicious tension for as long as possible.

But then his strong arms wrap around my waist, and he spins me around, pulling me back against his chest. I give a little shriek, feigning surprise, and then relax into him, feeling his hardness pressed against my lower back.

“Thought you could get away, did you?” he breathes in my ear, one hand splayed possessively across my stomach. “There’s nowhere to hide, sweetheart.”

I struggle against him, but he’s too strong, and I’m secretly glad for it. I want him to overwhelm me, to take control like he did that night when I was truly scared. I know what’s coming this time, which makes the anticipation sweeter. My heart is pounding, and my body is already beginning to ache for him.

“Please, no!” I cry out, even as my back archessensuously against his chest. My voice is high and pleading, my performance convincing even to my ears. “Don’t do this. I don’t want it.”

He spins me around to face him, his eyes dark and hooded, the mask concealing his true expression. “Oh, but I know you do,” he growls, his lips curling into a dangerous smile.

I shake my head, denying it even as my body throbs with need. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whisper. “Let me go. Please, please, just let me go!”

His eyes ignite with lust and something more—a glint of madness that I’ve grown to crave. He leans in close, one hand fisting in my hair, tilting my head back to expose the column of my throat and eliciting a soft moan. “You like it rough, don’t you?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “You like it when I take what I want.”

I whimper as he teases my earlobe with his teeth, nipping gently. “N-no,” I stutter, even as my hips shift involuntarily toward him. “I don’t—I don’t like it.”

His answering laugh is low and husky, sending tremors through me. “Liar.” His fingers tighten in my hair. “Your body betrays your lies. Your sweet little pussy is already dripping for me.”

I gasp as he tugs on my hair, forcing my head back further and exposing the sensitive skin of my neck. His lips are on me, sucking hard, marking me. “You’re mine,” he growls against my skin, his fingers digging into my hips possessively. “Never forget that.”

“Please,” I whisper, my voice catching as my resistance melts. “Stop, Phoenix...”

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