Our ardent, Ferris wheel make out session was disrupted by the announcement that the park would be closing within the next half hour. I lost track of the number of times we rode it, but the absence of my panties, and the lingering wetness between my legs is a constant reminder of every filthy thing that was done to me on the ride, and throughout the day. With every step toward the exit, I grow eager to finally be filled by my master.
It was the perfect day of rides, games, and carnival food. I was rewarded with a date where our dynamic went out the window, and everything was free range. Unfortunately, he wasn't very rewarding in the orgasm department. He teased me the entire day, and didn't allow me to cum. Every time I was on the edge of my release, he would stop and suggest something else for us to do. Even when I begged for him to take me home, he reminded me that this date was an earned thing, and he had to keep his end of the deal.
I stare up at him in confusion when he stops us in front of the fun house. I scan the area and thankfully we seem to be the only ones around. A zip of anxiousness bolts its way through me. He is up to something.
"You look like a terrified mouse that just caught site of a cat." My inability to read him will never fail to intrigue me. I know he's about to take me on a wild ride.
I'm suddenly wearing him like a necklace when his hand engulfs my delicate neck as he devours my lips in another consuming kiss. My moans are caught between us as I push into his hardness. Butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach, and the need to pull my skirt up and beg him to fuck me may consume every intelligent cell in my brain soon. "Home. Please take me home Sir." I beg.
"It's not Home, but it does say house." His Cheshire grin makes me nervous, and I swear his eyes visibly darken.
He leads me up the metal stairs of the fun house, the sounds of our footsteps swallowed by the loud carnival music blaring from the speakers hung in the corners. I feel his breath on my neck, and I freeze in place. He bites my earlobe with a growl. "Run." He demands with a sharp edge to his tone.
Hastily, I turn to him so we are face to face. My eyes search his for some kind of hint that he's joking. The savage inner fire that I'm met with tells me otherwise. "You're insane. They're closing." I shake my head in defiance.
He holds up his index finger, and I can't help but roll my eyes.
One is a warning. Two means I am in the active stages of messing around. And three means I'm about to find out. I get to three often. But not tonight, his strike system is out the window and means nothing. "That doesn't count tonight. So put your meaningless finger down like the best boy that you are."
His aptitude to retain his affability when I test his patience is striking. "I'm going to take you wherever I catch you, so if that's right where we stand then so be it Kitten. They can just get a free after hours freakshow." His hand wraps around my forearm and I'm rapidly pulled to him. The impact into his chest forces the breath from my lungs in a huff. My eyes widen at his threat because I know it isn't empty. "How about this?"
I relax in his grasp as my curiosity gets the best of me. "You have my attention."
He chuckles to himself audaciously as his hand cradles my cheek. "I always have your attention. Even when you don't want to give it to me. You're so scared you're going to miss something." The confidence that drips from him pulls me in like quicksand. Per usual he isn't wrong, but I'm not admitting that.
I stick my tongue out like a bratty child when my brain betrays me and nothing witty comes to mind. "Whatever."
His gentle caress feels out of place with his provoked gaze riveted on me. "Do that again so I can pull you to me by your tongue and let everyone in this park hear you squeal." Gripping my shoulders, he faces me away from him. His hands stay planted there, and I suddenly feel his breaths at my ear. "If you get out of the fun house before I catch you, you get to cum however you'd like. But if I catch you first," He sighs as he pushes his hard cock against my ass, "Like we both know will happen. I get to fuck your ass as you keep both of your hands on the mirror, and off your clit. I may or may not let you cum." I'm caught off guard when he draws away and smacks my ass. "I'm counting to ten, and then I'm chasing, so I advise that you run."
