Twisted Pleasure

You’re back. Again.

It’s later this time, and the park’s about to close. But I always find you at the same place.

By the cotton candy stand.

You’ve been coming here since the park opened for the season. It’s become our silent meeting place where our nights together at the fair begin.

You only know me as Wraith. You find me by my blind mask, deathly pale makeup, and the dirt-black paint smeared across my chest. You can pick me out by the length of the fake Buster Sword draped over my shoulders.

But you don’t know the man beneath the mask, and that’s exactly how I like it.

Jackson is useless. Jackson is a dirtbag ex-con who likes a fight too much, and can’t speak whenever a pretty woman smiles his way.

Jackson is broken—damaged goods. Jackson thinks it’s wrong to play this game with you, that he’ll scare you away when you see him for who he really is.

Everything Jackson hates, Wraith embraces.

Wraith embraces the watery, thousand-yard stare his father gave him. Wraith embraces his wiry build, strong but still slight no matter how much he lifts in the gym.

Wraith is proud of everything Jackson hates. Wraith is exhilarated by the thrill of the chase.

And ever since that first night, you’ve consumed me wholly. Wraith and Jackson both crave you, and I cannot resist any longer.

I like your little yelps when I sneak up on you from behind, or glide up to you silently in my slider shoes and gloves.

Sparks light the way under my fingers as I reach for you when we play our game.

It starts the same way. I look for you at the dessert stand, selling cotton candy and funnel cakes.

Then, your shift finishes so you move through the park… and I follow you… try to find you…

It’s a game just for the two of us.

I hunt you… You like being hunted by me. Chasing you through the park, following you through the rides and fun houses.

And tonight, we play again. Because there you are.

Finishing a funnel cake and licking the powdered sugar from your full, soft lips…

I don’t move… standing around ten feet away. Waiting for those sparkling, gorgeous eyes to fall on me.

Peek-a-boo.

And you…smile at me. Fuck. How can you look so sweet and still be so tempting?

I don’t know why you play this game with me. It’s like you enjoy that you’re breaking me, turning me into a fucking animal.

It’s like you already know what you’re doing to me, and you want to play anyway.

You plague my thoughts, and you fucking know it. I fantasize about you… I imagine the feel of your velvety skin against mine, and picture you riding me while I stroke myself at night.

Your luscious hair tickling my chest and wrapped around my fist while I drive into you from behind, fucking my cum deeper and deeper into you…

Stretching you so much tears run down your cheeks, and you beg me for more. I can’t even fucking sleep without you in my head.

You’re late tonight. Later than usual.

Most people are winding down, heading home tired from their scares and sugar highs. And you give me a bratty, taunting look with that irresistible glint in your eye that makes my cock ache.

…before you turn and walk away.

You’re daring me to follow you, hips swaying while you walk. Oh, I’m going to follow you, alright.

I hang back by the vendor, giving you a little head start. And when I catch you… I’m going to give you the night of your life.

You take a different route this time. Your black, lacy skirt swishes with every step as you saunter toward the House of Horrors.

You know exactly what you’re doing to me. You’re every part my romantic goth dream girl tonight.

It’s a change from your usual milkmaid dress and the delicate ribbon in your hair. You’re irresistible in every look, but lucky for us both, this version of you is my fucking kryptonite.

You're even wearing fishnets and those black platform boots. Fuck, I’ve jerked off at the image of you in fishnets more times than I can count. Imagined tearing them open and pushing your panties to the side…

No matter how much I try to satisfy my desire for you, it’s never enough. You… you are endless…you are my addiction… and I never…ever want to be free of you. Or you to be free of me.

You disappear into the latest crowd of giddy teenagers running out of the House of Horrors, and I lose you by the time I get to the entrance.

I look inside the entrance, but there’s nothing there except for the cheesy skeleton wearing a clown mask.

When I face the carnival again, you’re already halfway across the park, playfully wagging a finger at me before running off across the fairground.

You’re getting better at this. The last few times I caught up to you easily.

You loved it when I cornered you in the cornfield labyrinth, your back to a square hay bale while I pressed into your space and inhaled the fear on your every exhale.

You were so close I felt your breath fan against my lips; I wanted to tear a hole through my jeans and fuck you right then and there.

I couldn’t touch you. We’re not allowed to touch the customers, just as you can’t touch us.

But fuck the rules. I need you, and it looks like you need me just as much.

I jump down the steps to the House of Horrors and head through the park toward the Ferris wheel. We’re not far from the Hall of Mirrors, the perfect place for tonight’s game.

It’s closed tonight for maintenance… I may have created a few safety violations to shut it down for the night. Lucky us.

If I can get you in there, then we can make this little fantasy a reality. I know that place like the back of my hand, all the dead ends.

I want to give you what you want, and I will.

You love it when I scare you, when I get in your space. Every time I’m near you, inhaling your sweet, marshmallow perfume. I want to fucking bathe in your scent.

And I know one thing: Tonight? I’m going to catch you. I’m going to make you mine. If you’re going to tease me… if you’re going to fuck with me…

Turn me into this fucking mess I don’t even recognise anymore… I’m going to make sure you are never free of me.

I saw him. I saw the guy you brought with you last week.

Some fucking brainless gym bro who only wanted you for your body, who had no idea what he had in his hands; that much was obvious. He didn’t care about you. Not like I do. Not like I can.

And you were…kissing him and… looking at me while you were kissing him You fucking…harpy…bitch.

It’s a shame you haven’t seen him since that night, that he never texted you back. I know because I cloned your phone when you left it next to your bed.

You look so…beautiful…when you sleep.

Now I can read all the dirty fantasies you write about me in your notes app on your phone. Being fucked against glass in the Hall of Mirrors by the guy in the mask.

How you touch yourself to the idea of my sword at your throat while mascara streaks down your cheeks as I fuck that pretty mouth until I cum down your throat. Using you for my pleasure.

Only I get to have you. Only I get to feel those full lips against mine. Only I get to feel my fingers inside that dripping fucking cunt. Only I get to feel my cock pulse inside you, cum inside you, ruin you until you crawl to me for more like dirty little fucking whore I know you are.

You…are…mine.

Anyone puts their hands on you, and I’ll make them pay.

A carny’s closing down the ferris wheel when I reach it, so unless you’re hiding in one of the carriages fifty feet up, there’s only one other place you could have gone.

I make sure the carny’s not looking as I stride over and slip into the Hall of Mirrors.

Endless reflections of myself surround me; endless me’s searching for endless yous. In every dimension, I long for you.

In every multiverse from the tiniest, most unnoticeable changes to starkly different ones, I still want you.

A sweep of skirts in the corner of a mirror catches my eye.

I see you…

You think I don’t know this hall of mirrors like the back of my hand? I’ve haunted every corner of this place in body and mind every night since we began our game, preparing for this night…

You're teasing me with that sweet little smile, filled with the promise of a delectable vixen guaranteed to ruin me.

I turn, searching the right hall, as a thousand reflections of my own masked face stretch off into the distance.

Those boots don’t make your steps subtle. I veer to the left, following your footsteps as they get faster, until you’re running through the mirrored hall.

I can hear your giggle echoing through the house.

I want to feel you… feel your lips on mine, feel your throat spasm around my cock as I fuck that pretty face.

I ditch my sword. The hall is too small, and it’s scraping along the glass.

Where are you…?

I decide on the path to the right once more, heading to the southern side of the hall. Where it dead ends.

Yes… Getting closer. You can’t run from me forever.

You’re mine. I’m going to make sure you never forget it again.

Teasing me with other men and making me run after you like a lost fucking puppy?

You want me? You fucking have me.

And you’re going to wish you hadn’t. You’ll see me for who I am and run like the others.

If that’s what you want? That’s what you’ll fucking get. But you…are…mine.

No other man gets to touch you and I’m going to make sure you fucking remember that once I catch you… not so far now, I can see you in the corner of the mirror.

I’ll make you cum so hard on my cock you’ll be begging for it for the rest of your life. On your knees like the cock-hungry little slut you are.

I reach the dead end, and you whirl around to face me, your back to the closest mirror. Thousands of reflections surround you.

Your chest heaves and my vision tunnels. I see only you. Like a wolf honing in on a lost little lamb.

Mine. MINE.

“Got you…”

You don’t run… You don’t fight or push me off. Instead, you pin me with a hungry look that draws me in…like a siren luring me to my demise…

Fuck.

I take one step closer, and then another…until your chest is pressed against mine and my hips pin yours against the mirror.

Your soft body’s flush against mine. You feel…fuck, you feel even better than I dreamed.

And my mind goes…quiet.

Replaced with the suffocating heat that’s pent up between us these last few weeks. Your pupils widen, your cheeks flushing as your lips slightly part in a way that makes me want to just lean in and

Want is not enough to describe this feeling. I need you, more than anything in this world or the next. Your eyes are locked to mine as I carefully…reach out… And slip my hand under your shirt, feeling the bare heat of silky skin over your ribs.

You’re…mesmerising…

A dishevelled, beautiful mess, and I can’t resist the urge to smear your lipstick with my thumb.

You flex your hips against mine…

You could rip out my heart and crush it between those delicate, perfect fingers. And I’d fucking thank you.

So long as I have you… Even if it’s just for tonight. Break me… I want you to break me into nothing, piece me back together, and break me again.

Your breath hitches when I trail my hands on those full, round hips, under your skirt and cup your round, soft ass. My eyes bore so deep into yours I can see my own reflection in the pupils of those doe-shaped, sparkling eyes.

And you…touch me… Caress my mask, then…over my lips…

I suck your fingers into my mouth and your breath hitches, your eyes glazing over…

I can taste the powdered sugar from your funnel cake on my tongue. You taste…so…sweet.

Your free hand reaches down between us, over the ridge of my abs, slick with a sheen of sweat.

Down to the bulge straining against my jeans, and I flex instinctively… …And you…lean in…

“Thought you could hide from me, huh?”

“Thought you could fucking tease me? Make me jealous with your little games?”

“You have my attention now.”

“You can threaten to scream all you like. This place is soundproof. And… Looks like the park’s closed for the night. So it’s just you and me.”

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“That lowlife got to have his fun with you. Now it’s my turn.”

“Take this off…”

“Aww. Was that shirt expensive? Oh well…”

“These tits… These pretty… Hard nipples…”

“Mmm, you like the pain? Good. Because I won’t be gentle.”

“Now spread those legs…”

“You heard me. Spread your fucking legs.”

“You look scared, baby. Never had a man who knows what he wants?”

“From the way you blush, it looks like you like it when I boss you around. Leg up. On my shoulder. Now–”

“Ohh, so wet. And no panties. You little fucking whore…”

“Ready for me so soon? Tell me…did he get to see you like this?”

“You fucking know who… Don’t play coy now. Did. He. Fucking touch you?”

“Good.”

“Mmmm… You taste better than I imagined…”

“Keep pulling my hair. I like it…Make it hurt. Dig your nails into my shoulders. Draw blood…”

“You’re fucking insatiable. I should tie you to my bed and edge you until you’re begging me to let you cum… For that little stunt you pulled… for being so fucking perfect…”

“Tell me, princess… You liked it when I watched you sleep? Fuck…”

“You’re a really lousy liar, do you know that?”

“Stand up. Now. Turn around.”

“Mmm…that’s right, let me spread you wide open. Mmm, fuck, yes moan for me. You feel that fat cock…sliding between your lips…?”

“Mmm, grind against it. Greedy fucking whore…”

“Should I leave you like this…? Aching for me in the middle of the park?”

“Or pump you so full of my cum it’ll be dripping down your thighs in front of the whole fucking fairground? So they’ll all see you belong to me.”

“Look at us… I want you to remember this.”

“Because you won’t have another man after this…”

“Yes… Finally…”

“It’s too big?”

“Good. Then you can feel every inch of me.”

“Let me get a better look at you, I want to see you full of me as I… Pull your hair, and fuck you… I own you like this, don’t I?

“Say it, tell me how much you like taking me pressed up against the mirror… so we can see ourselves from every angle…”

“Ohh god, I can feel you clench around me… Those sweet fucking sounds…”

“Watch us… Watch us in the mirrors.”

“You’ve thought about this too…wanted me… I read the fantasies on your phone. You’re a dirty little bitch, aren’t you? Wanting a stranger to chase you and fuck you just like this, huh? Were you pumping your fingers into that drenched pussy thinking of me fucking you…?”

“I said look in the mirrors. In every world…in every reflection… I fuck you. I have you. You are mine.”

“You have any idea how hard it’s been not to just fuck you in some dark corner of the park?”

“In the fucking bushes? Behind the fun house? Anywhere I could get you alone with…”

“My hand over that… …delicious mouth. Muffling your moans so only I can hear you…”

“Yes… Yes… Moan into my palm… Only I get to hear you…”

“Fuck…squeeze on me like that…”

“You want this…? Yeah?”

“If that’s what you want, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you…”

“Stay with me…”

“Please…stay… I’d do anything…”

“Tell me you want me… Tell me you don’t want me to stop…”

“Ohhhh…”

“Ohh god, yes, fuck yourself back into me. Please…”

“Yes… Give in… Give yourself to me.”

“I want all of you.”

“You belong to me. You’ll only cum on my dick…”

“Stay with me… Promise me you’ll stay with me… Forever… Never leave me…”

“Hold onto me. Pull my hair…like that…”

“Let me reach…work that clit…”

“Ohhh… Squeeze around me like that…”

“You’re getting close?”

“Cum… Soak my dick with your cum…”

“Be my beautiful little cockslut… Yes… yes –”

“Ohhhh fuck!”

“I’m gonna cum… Inside… Inside and fucking breed you…”

“I’m yours… I’m all yours…

“Oh god… Fuck! Yes!”

“I’m yours… I’m yours…”

“Stay with me…”

“Thank you…”

“Thank you…”

“Thank you…”

“Tell me you’re mine, tell me you’ll stay.”

“Come on… let’s get cleaned up. My place isn’t too far from here. I’m never letting you go again. Never.”