Page 10 of Dirty Little Sinner

Maddy slowly turns to face me and Derek, takes a deep breath centering herself before she speaks, but the moment her eyes lock onto mine, all I can picture is her naked and riding Cam and D hard as she chased her own release.

“Can you show me the accounts?” Derek nods stiffly and motions for her to come over. She does as he asks and joins him behind the desk, then looks down at his computer screen, waiting. After a minute he starts cursing and blaming the stupid computer. She sighs and bats his hand off the mouse. Derek glares at the side of her head when she leans down and begins clicking a few buttons on the keyboard, then clicks the mouse a couple of times.

“You don’t even have them set up in a spreadsheet for starters and you haven’t followed any of the steps I taught you,” she mutters, then shifts, forcing Derek to roll back in his seat a bit. She hunches over further, giving D a perfect view of her ass. His blue eyes burn with want and when he grips the armrest of his chair ina punishing hold, I know it is taking everything inside him not to reach out and touch her.

“I’ll get you a seat,” Cam mutters but she just ignores him as she begins typing, then stops to shuffle through some of the papers until she finds the one she is looking for. Cam comes back a few minutes later and announces he has a seat for her but she doesn’t look up or even acknowledge him as she sits down, but she doesn’t sit in the right chair, instead she sits on Derek’s lap. Her head snaps up as her eyes widen. Derek hisses and tenses beneath her. She leaps to her feet and whirls around facing Derek.

“I didn’t mean to?—”

“You’re fine, sinner,” he says. Upon hearing her nickname, she tenses and that’s when it hits me. He called her that last night. Before she could hyperfocus on that I cut in to distract her train of thought.

“What can we do to help? Cam and I can file things while Derek continues sorting all the bookings on his laptop so you can have his desk.” She fires off what she wants us to do in a flurry. The three of us all go about our tasks and keep out of her way. Unlike us, she seems to find a rhythm and manages to get through a lot of it before we call it quits at around seven. When we try to get Maddison to leave, she just waves us away, telling us she’s nearly done so we leave her be.

The three of us finish feeding the animals in about an hour, then do a perimeter and ride check to make sure everything is powered down and locked up. Young kids tend to try and hide out, thinking they will be able to get the rides to work on their own. If that happens and one of them is hurt we’d lose everything, so we always make sure to do another check after the workers have all left. When we all arrive back at the house, none of the lights are on inside. Derek growls his annoyance. He’s an impatient motherfucker and if she isn’t waiting for us in the maze when we get there, Derek will make good on his warning and punish her pussy.

We walk back and stand in the same spot as last night, waiting for Maddison to show. Derek is having trouble keeping himself under control. Both Cam and I may be dominant but Derek is worse. Last night proved that. When he was the one calling the shots, it was almost natural for the both of us to submit to his control and follow his lead. I was surprised that I found it arousing being told what to do. I normally thrive on control and demand it from my sexual partners.

“Her pussy is about to weep,” Derek snarls in that robotic tone a second before he spins on his heel and marches out of the maze. Both Cam and I chase after him, the only lighting is from our masks. Derek seems to have a bearing on where he is going so we followwithout question. When his office building comes into view and we see no lights on or even a torch we come to a halt.

“Where the fuck is she?” Cam asks a second before we hear a squeal come from inside the circus tent. The three of us take off toward it. Before we enter, we pull our hoods up to cover our hair and step inside. The only lighting is from the small torch which is suspended in the air. I frown behind my mask as I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and that’s when I realize what I am seeing.

Maddison is stuck in the safety net for the trapeze.

ELEVEN

MADDISON

You have got to be fucking kidding me!

Carol texted me to let me know they had forgotten to latch the trapeze. I’m terrified of heights and my dumb ass still agreed to help the old woman out because I’m an idiot. Everything was going fine until the lights shut off and I lost my footing and slipped off the landing. I swear to God my life flashed before my eyes as I fell. I knew the net was there but it didn't prevent the fear from engulfing me. Of course my stupid ass body is thrilled by the fear of almost dying and my pussy is aching for relief.

I take a moment to just lay here on the net and breathe as it slowly bounces me up and down. It’s not that big of a jump from here to the ground so I’m not worried about being able to get down,until I spot a red light out of the corner of my eye and I realize now that I must be late. I roll over onto my stomach and stare wide eyed at the three masked guys from last night standing on the ground. All three of them are wearing the same black hoodies from last night and the masks conceal their identities.

A pang of longing hits me out of nowhere as I picture the three of them being Royce, Derek and Cameron.

“I warned you what would happen if you made me wait,” red says as he takes a step forward. Instinctively I crawl backward on the net but he isn’t having that. “You either get down here on your own or I come up there and drag your ass down by your hair… choose.” Need curls inside me as his warning washes over me, slowly easing the fear from inside me as it’s replaced by want.

I dart my gaze to the other two and watch as they both move in separate directions, surrounding me. I swallow audibly and weigh my options. Derek and the others went home ages ago, so I know they aren’t near to hear me scream if these three tried anything so my only option is… I look around and when I spot my phone a couple feet away from me with the torch acting as a beacon, I snap my gaze back to red who seems to read my thoughts. We both move in unison. I push to my feet just as he grips the edge of the net and heaves himself up, knocking me off balance. I scramble on my hands and knees toward my phone. I’m mere inches away from grabbing it when a hand locks around my ankle and drags me backward.

“Ahhhh,” I cry out as I kick and try to sink my fingers through the holes in the net to halt my movement, but I can’t. Red flips me onto my back. I expect him to pounce on me but to my horror he grips my hair and drags me forward by the strands, causing me to cry out in pain as I feel some of my hair rip out. I’m on my hands and knees crawling after him toward the edge of the net. He manages to jump down gracefully but his grip on my hair never loosens as he pulls me over the edge.

I stumble and grunt from the force of hitting the ground but his hold on my hair keeps me from falling. I see the other two approaching us out of the corner of my eyes and growl my annoyance.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” I shout as I struggle in his hold, trying to get free. I clamp my mouth closed when he releases my hair only to grip my throat. I push up onto my tiptoes and claw at his arm as I struggle to breathe.

“My hands belong on you and you will never deny me the right to have you whenever and however the fuck I want. Am I clear?” I splutter and smack his arm, tryingto loosen his hold. He squeezes tighter for a second before releasing me with a shove. I fall to my ass, gasping for air and rubbing my throat. The son of a bitch has no care for the pain he has just caused me as he moves forward until he is towering over me. “Get on your fucking knees… now!” I flick my gaze up to him and glare at the bastard.

I know he can see the malice in my eyes, the lighting of his mask would allow him a clear view. Yellow and blue come to flank him on either side, so I shoot them both the same look.

“Come on then, get your cocks out and try to put them in my mouth and see what I do,” I threaten. When red crouches down in front of me and cocks his head to the side, I really do feel terror this time. Out of the three of them, it is easy to see he is the leader and the most unhinged.

When he places his hands on the tops of my shins I turn to stone. My eyes remain locked on him as he slowly trails them up my legs until he reaches my thighs and digs his fingers into my soft flesh, causing me to wince. He pushes forward until the rough plastic of his horrific mask is pressed against my face. I look deep into his eyes and fight the frustration of not being able to see the color of them with him being this close. These masks plagued my nightmares last night.

“I love it when they play rough,” he says in a creepy robotic tone. “It makes breaking them and bending them to my will all that much sweeter.” I recoil. “You coming on my cock last night proves you are a filthy little liar. We’re going to make you so dirty and rotten to the fucking core that you will be ruined for any other man.”

His words may have me itching with need but the fighter in me refuses to go down without a fight. “I know three men who have already ruined me for anyone else, so do your worst.” His grip on my legs tightens. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. The sand from the arena is biting into the back of my legs but I refuse to show him my discomfort.

“Tonight, we’re going to do things to you that will blow your wildest dreams out of the fucking water,” Yellow says, drawing my focus to him. Red releases me and pushes to his feet. I watch as he reaches behind himself and pulls out a…

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