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ALICE

T he blank sheet of paper taunts me. I grip the pen tightly in my hand, releasing a deep breath. Then, I scribble “Pros” at the top, my heart already pounding with nervous anticipation.

What would be the positives of leaving everything behind to join Lars and the carnival? The thrill and excitement I’ve felt in his presence is undeniable. Every moment with him has set my body ablaze with desire and adrenaline. A life on the road, free from the monotony of my daily grind, dancing from town to town... it’s wildly appealing in its unpredictability.

I jot down “Passion” and “Adventure” under the Pros column, feeling a flutter of longing. With Lars, I’ve discovered depths of pleasure and intensity I never knew existed. The thought alone is enough to make me tremble: to have that every night, to completely surrender to his dominance.

But then my gaze shifts guiltily to the Cons side of the paper. I can’t ignore the very real risks of leaving everything behind.

How well do I truly know Lars?

He’s volatile and possessive, making me wonder if I’m merely a prize to be won over. I scrawl “Unstable” and “Risky” under Cons, my stomach twisting. Leaving my whole life behind —my job, home, and best friend, Lily, who has been more like a sister—is terrifying. As thrilling as hot sex with a crazy, dangerous guy can be, is it worth sacrificing everything I’ve built?

My pen hovers over the paper as I weigh the gravity of this impossible choice. The carnival leaves in two days, and Lars has made it clear he expects me to be with him when those trucks pull out.

I squeeze my eyes shut, the weight of this decision threatening to crush me. Stay and forever wonder, “What if?” Leave and risk potential darkness and danger alongside the best sex of my life. I’ve never felt so untethered, so acutely aware that my next choice could irrevocably alter the course of my life.

My phone buzzes on the table, the vibration startling me out of my tortured deliberations. I glance at the screen, my heart pounding harder when I see a text from Lars.

Thinking of you, princess.

And then...oh God, there’s a photo attached.

I swallow hard as the image loads, exposing his thick cock jutting out, the metal piercing glinting and a pearlescent drop of arousal sliding down the swollen length. My mouth waters instinctively as I drink in the erotic sight, imagining that ring of steel sliding across my tongue.

Come and have a ride.

The crude invitation makes my thighs clench with sudden need, even as part of me recoils at how easily he can make me wet and aching with just a few words and a dick pic.

I bite my lip, torn between the ache throbbing between my legs and the rational voice reminding me that getting any deeper with this dangerous, obsessive man is a terrible idea. Indecision battles within me as my gaze traces the thick veins and glistening tip of his cock over and over.

Then my phone buzzes again, a new message appearing underneath the first.

I know you want it, princess. You’re fucking dripping for me right now, aren’t you?

A whimper slips free as Lars seems to read my mind. God, he knows me too well already—knows the potent effect he has on my body, how easily he can turn me into a shamelessly panting mess with just a glimpse of his manhood.

My resolve crumbling, I quickly type back a response.

I’ll be right there.

I cast the pros and cons list aside, the scribbled words already fading from my mind as the throbbing need between my legs takes over. Lars’s message and that filthy photo have got me aching, desire pulsing through my veins. I know giving in to his demand is reckless, but I’m powerless against the craving for his touch, his dominance.

Grabbing my purse and jacket, I head out the door without a second thought. The cool night air hits my flushed skin as I hurry down the darkened street toward the distant neon lights of the carnival, my steps quickening with every stride.

The now familiar scents of funnel cake and hot dogs hit me as I approach the carnival grounds, the colorful tents and rides like a lurid siren’s call. I slow as I try to figure out where Lars could be waiting. A few clusters of people wander the midway, but it’s quieter than usual.

My phone buzzes in my purse, and I pull it out with trembling hands, breath catching when I see it’s another message from Lars.

By the haunted house, princess. Don’t keep me waiting too long.

Pulse thrumming, I turn and spot the haunted house, the shadows around it seeming to shift and taunt me. Taking a steadying breath, I clutch my purse tightly and make my way over, my entire body tingling with a heady mix of fear and arousal.

As I get closer, a tall, hulking figure emerges from the shadows wearing a mask. My knees nearly buckle at the sight of Lars’s muscular frame, the colorful lights playing over his bare, tattooed torso. His eyes glitter dangerously through the mask’s eye holes as they rake over me in a possessive caress.

“There you are,” he rumbles in that rich, dark tone that sends shivers down my spine. “Knew you’d come for me like a good little girl.”

I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure as Lars’s imposing figure towers over me, his muscular frame accentuated by the haunting shadows cast by the haunted house lights.

“What’s with the mask?” I ask, while I drink in the sight of his tattooed skin and chiseled abs.

He chuckles. “They had me working the haunted house today. This is the getup I had to wear.”

His eyes glitter mischievously through the eyeholes as he slowly turns, letting me take in every inch of his body clad in the tight black pants. “Do you like it, Princess?”

I can’t deny the truth—seeing him like this, all power and danger radiating from his hulking frame, makes me insanely wet. The dark promise in his stance, the way the colored lights play over those rippling muscles and vivid ink, and that mask… it’s like he emerged from my deepest, most taboo fantasies.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I shamelessly drink in every delicious inch of him. “God, yes,” I breathe. “You look incredible.”

A pleased rumble sounds deep in his chest as he notices my roving stare. “That’s right, princess. Can’t get enough of me looking like this, can you?” He flexes his biceps, the bulging muscles making my mouth water.

I shake my head dumbly because I’ve never been so instantly, shamelessly turned on.

My pulse spikes as Lars starts toward me, his chest and arms muscles shifting mesmerizingly with each predatory step. The damn mask only adds to his allure, transforming him into something out of a fantasy—dangerous, primal, and utterly alluring.

As he approaches, my breath quickens, my chest rising and falling faster against the fabric of my blouse, the cool night air suddenly forgotten. The atmosphere crackles with electricity as he comes to a stop just a hair’s breadth away, his imposing frame blocking out the garish lights of the funhouse behind him.

“You wanna go in there with me, princess?” His deep voice is hoarse. “Last entrance of the night. It’s just about to close down.”

Oh God. Just the thought of being alone with him in the eerie confines of the haunted house makes my pussy squeeze with anticipation. I feel myself getting wetter.

“I’d love to,” I breathe, my gaze dropping briefly to his lips before returning to his eyes.

“Go on then.” He takes a small step back, gesturing to the entrance. “Go in. I’ll find you.”

My heart pounds as I step forward, his eyes on me making my skin tingle. I slip past him, feeling his hungry gaze on my back, and step into the dim, twisting corridors. The air inside is thick with shadows, and creepy music plays in the background.

My breath comes in short bursts as I venture further into the maze of distorted mirrors and creepy props, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of Lars. I jump at creaking floorboards, my heart hammering as I worry he might suddenly appear from the shadows, but the corridors remain empty.

My heart leaps into my throat as a hideous mechanical figure suddenly lurches out at me from the shadows, its gaping maw letting out a grating screech. A scream is torn from my lungs before I can stifle it.

Before I can catch my breath, a powerful arm wraps around me from behind, a large hand clamping over my mouth to muffle any further cries. My body goes rigid with shock as I’m yanked backward against a solid, unyielding chest.

He pulls me closer, his free arm wrapping around my waist possessively as he buries his masked face in the crook of my neck.

His deep voice rumbles in my ear, vibrating through my body. “Thought you could get away from me, princess?” He demands. “You know you can’t escape. You’re mine.”

Lars senses my willingness, and his grip tightens as he explores my neck with his teeth and tongue, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His big hands roam my body, gripping me firmly, staking his claim.

My breath comes in short, shallow gasps as he nibbles and licks his way up my neck to my earlobe, sucking it lightly into his mouth. “God, you’re so fucking responsive,” he whispers, clearly pleased by how easily he can push my buttons. And then he slides his fingers into my panties. “Always so damn wet for me.”

He grinds his pelvis against me, and I feel his cock. Desire floods me, shame and arousal mixing as I will my legs to press closer, needing to feel him against me, needing more of his touch.

“I want you, Lars,” I find myself whispering, breathless and raw. “I want you so bad.”

“That’s right, princess. You can’t deny it, can you?” He reaches down to squeeze my ass, his strong fingers digging into my flesh as he gives me a rough, possessive massage.

My eyes fall closed, and a whimper escapes my throat at his rough treatment. I want to melt into him, to surrender completely. Through the haze of desire, a tiny voice of reason still nags at me, warning me this is insane. But it’s so easy to ignore that inner voice when Lars has me trembling and weak with longing.

“Keep walking, princess,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting against my skin. “We’re gonna find us a nice quiet corner.”

I nod, stepping forward with shaky legs. Lars keeps a tight hold on me as we continue through the twisting corridors, the macabre surroundings now doing little to affect me.

We continue through the dark while Lars whispers in my ear. “Oh, I’ve got plans for you, princess.” His lips graze the shell of my ear. “Plans that will have you screaming my name and begging for more.”

My knees feel weak, and desire pools in my core.

“Think you can handle it?” he asks.” Bet you’re wondering what it’ll be like when I finally take that sweet ass of yours.”

I bite my lip, fighting the urge to squirm as he goes on, whispering graphic details of what he intends to do to me. It’s filthy and carnal, and it makes my cheeks flame with embarrassment even as my core pulses with need.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “I love how you get all flushed and turned on just from my words, princess. Your pussy is probably dripping right now, isn’t it?”

“Please, Lars,” I beg, giving in to the tide of lust that threatens to drown me. “Just take me already.”

“That’s what I like to hear, princess. That sweet, needy voice begging me for it.” He chuckles, but an undercurrent of something darker in his tone sends a thrill through me.

“I’ve been thinking about this all damn day,” he growls, his hand tightening on my waist. “Couldn’t concentrate on anything but imagining the taste of your pussy and the sound of your sexy cries when I finally fuck that ass of yours.”

I stifle a moan, unable to stop imagining his mouth on me, his talented tongue working its magic until I fall apart for him. Whether I can take his size in my ass is questionable, but I’m so turned on I don’t seem to care.

Lars spins me roughly into a shadowy corner, the fog machine nearby filling the air with mist and adding to the eerie atmosphere. My heart is in my throat as he pushes me down onto the floor on my back. Above me, he stands, a formidable, masked figure, his muscles shifting.

The fog swirls around us, adding to the surreal feel of the moment as Lars descends to his knees between my thighs, his imposing frame dwarfing me. My breath catches as he hooks his fingers under my thighs, lifting my legs to settle them on his broad shoulders. I’m exposed and vulnerable, but the heat in his gaze sends a surge of desire coursing through me.

The overtly dominant position sends a thrill through my core, obliterating my last shred of hesitation. His masked visage, the haunting fog... it’s all too much, and I’m consumed by the sheer force of my want.

“This what you wanted, princess?” he asks. “Do you want me to taste that sweet pussy of yours?”

I’m breathless as he reads my mind, exposing my innermost cravings. I can only nod, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth.

His strong hands slide to my knees, bending them slightly as he brings his masked face toward my core. Then he shifts the mask enough to free his mouth, allowing me to feel the warm puff of his breath against my sensitized skin a second before his tongue makes contact.

A strangled whimper escapes my throat as he teases my clit, licking and sucking with expert precision. The fog swirls around us, amplifying the dreamlike feel of the moment. It’s like we’ve entered a world where only our lust exists, a place where reality and fantasy blur.

He dives in, his tongue stroking and flicking, his hands kneading my thighs as he holds me in place. My head falls back, my spine arching as lightning bolts of pleasure shoot through me. He laps at my juices, devouring me, and the knowledge that we could be caught at any moment only fuels my arousal.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans against my sensitive flesh, his masked face buried between my thighs. “You taste better every time I eat you. Sweet and fucking perfect.”

My fingers dig into the floor as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. With each swipe of his tongue, I feel myself falling deeper into the abyss of my need. I can already feel the tension coiling in my core, threatening to explode.

“Oh God, Lars, I’m close...” The words tumble from my lips, my voice cracking with need.

“That’s it, princess,” he rumbles, never stopping the delicious assault of his tongue and lips. “Let go for me. Wanna hear you scream my name.”

His words push me over the edge, making my walls clench around nothing. The force of my climax takes me by surprise, the intensity making me see stars. My fingers tighten in his hair as I ride out the waves crashing over me, my body thrumming with delicious aftershocks.

It takes me a moment to come back down to earth, my breath still unsteady as Lars gently lowers my legs to the floor and removes his hands from my thighs. Through the fog, I watch him push the mask back in place.

“Time for me to stretch that pretty ass of yours. The haunted house is shut now. It’s just you and me.”

My cheeks flame as I can’t believe how badly I want him to be the first to fuck my ass. I bite my lip as a rush of need overwhelms me.

“I want you to take my ass,” I whisper, my voice breathy. “But, do you have...lube?”

A low chuckle escapes him, sending a thrill through my body. “Always prepared, princess.” He pats his pocket, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just say the word, and I’m going to pop that anal cherry right here and now.”

My heart pounds as he waits for my answer, his eyes burning into mine. This is it, the final moment of no return.

I lick my lips, feeling the weight of the decision hanging over us. And then I nod, a determined rush flooding me. “Do it,”I say hoarsely. “I want you to be the first.”

A triumphant grin splits his face, making my stomach flip with anticipation. “And last,” he adds.

That remains to be seen. I still haven’t made my decision yet. Can I really leave everything behind to join the fucking circus? It doesn’t matter right now because all that matters is Lars and this palpable connection between us.