Page 13

Kris

I watch Ivy from the corner of my eye as she takes in the sight of Hemlock Hollow all decked out for Christmas Eve.

"Everything looks amazing. I've never seen so many Christmas lights in one place before." Ivy's voice is filled with awe.

I love her innocence. I love that I'm the monster that gets to strip it all away even more. Piece by little fucking piece.

The Christmas carnival is an annual tradition where the main street of Hemlock Hollow is transformed into a Christmas wonderland. The road is closed to traffic, making way for vendors, food trucks, and games lining both sides. Christmas carols float from speakers, mixing with the noise from the crowds of people.

I park my truck in a nearby lot and walk around to Ivy's side, opening the door for her. She takes my hand as she steps down, and together we make our way into the carnival.

"This is incredible, Kris. Thank you for bringing me." I pull her close to me as we walk down the sidewalk. I breath in her cherry scent that I've become addicted to.

"How about we play a game? Your pick."

Ivy's eyes light up, "That sounds fun."

This was going exactly as I had hoped. "Let's make it a little more interesting, then. If you win, we do whatever you want. If I win, we do whatever I want."

"Anything I want?"

It's adorable, really. The way she perked up. She thinks she actually has a shot at winning.

"Yeah, anything you want, Cherry." Little does she know; I have no intention of losing this game.

"Okay, let's do it." She looks around, eyeing the different game vendors set up along the street. "I want to try the axe throwing."

She's so fucked… literally.

"You better prepare. Because when I win, I plan to fully take what's mine. And I won't hold back."

I watch her as she steps up to the axe-throwing booth.

"Let 's see what you've got." I hand the carney ten bucks then take a step back, giving her room.

She lets the first throw go. I have to admit, it's cute watching her try. The axe falls short, clattering to the ground a few feet in front of the target. A guy behind us snorts.

I feel a rush of protectiveness for Ivy. Hell, I bet I can throw axes blindfolded better than she can. But this dumb fuck doesn't get to have an opinion about my girl. He's a dead man, he just doesn't know it yet.

The guy, full of liquid courage no doubt, steps closer, his gaze flicking between Ivy and me. "Hey man, your girl here's wasting everyone's time. Why don't you let me show her how it's done?"

I take a step forward, moving between Ivy and the drunk prick, blocking his path.

"Back off, she's with me." I intentionally keep my voice calm, but there's an edge to it, a warning.

"Oh yeah? And what if she wants me to show her a thing or two? Maybe she'd like to spend some time with a real ma-"

My hand wraps around his throat, cutting him off. I press him against the wooden post of the game booth, feeling the vibrations of his Adam's apple as he tries to speak. My fingers tighten, just shy of cutting off his air completely.

"Listen carefully," I say, my voice deadly quiet. "This woman is mine. When you disrespect her, you disrespect me. Do you understand what that means?"

He tries to shake his head, but my hand around his throat is restricting most of his movement.

"If you value your life and would like to enjoy what you have left of it, you will apologize to my girl. Then get the fuck out of my sight. When I see you again, I will fucking kill you."

The man sputters out an apology, his eyes darting between Ivy and me. I let go, and he stumbles backward, clutching his throat.

He doesn't need to be told twice. He turns and hurries off, disappearing into the crowd.

I turn to Ivy, "It's still your turn."

"Kris, you didn't have to do that. It was fine."

"No, it wasn't fine. He disrespected you. Nobody fucking disrespects you. Come on, I'll show you how to throw that axe."

I guide her towards the target, positioning her so she's facing it squarely. She leans forward, her arms outstretched, the axe in her right hand. Her body is pressed against mine as I move behind her, my arms wrapping around her, one hand on top of hers on the axe, the other on her waist.

"Keep your eye on the target," I say in her ear. "Follow through, then let go."

My hands move in unison with hers, guiding the axe as she pulls her arm back, then propels it forward. The blade slices through the air and sticks into the wood with a satisfying thunk.

Her body jerks back slightly, a mix of surprise and excitement. "I did it!" She turns in my arms, full of pride.

It wasn't her that did it, but I don't tell her that. "You did great, Cherry. But now it's my turn."

I throw my first axe with confidence, the blade embedding itself in the wood just off-center. My second throw hits the bullseye, dead center.

"Looks like I win." I flash her a smile, one that shows I know exactly what I want. "Now I get to pick what we do."

She raises an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "Okay, what would you like to do?"

I step closer, my hands finding her hips. "My favorite thing to do at this carnival since I was a kid. The funhouse."

Her eyes light up. "Really?"

With my hand grasped tightly around hers, I'm already leading her away towards the flashing lights of the fun house. "It's this way."

"Why was the funhouse your favorite thing to do here?" I take a minute to decide if I want to reveal this much of myself to her.

"Going in there was like walking into my own mind. Things look ordinary on the outside, but once you're inside, you enter this space where everything's twisted and strange. It gets hard to separate what's real from what's not. And when you hit those mirrors, they show you versions of yourself you didn't even know existed."

Ivy remains silent the rest of the way. We make our way through the crowded street toward the large red and white striped funhouse at the end. It stands tall, the entrance gaping like a hungry mouth, a string of colorful lights twined around the poles. We can hear muffled screams and laughter from within.

I pay for our tickets, and we climb the few stairs to go inside. The first obstacle we come to is the spinning tunnel, a feature I've always enjoyed. I place my hands on Ivy's waist, guiding her as the ground rotates beneath us.

The tunnel twists, a vortex of flashing lights and dizzying effects. Her body is pressed tightly against mine as we lose our balance. I use the opportunity to savor the feel of her curves against me. Laughter escapes us both as we topple out, grateful for the solid ground under our feet.

Then we're moving again as we stumble our way through the tilted room, clinging to each other for balance. Then we're at the barrel vault, and I grab Ivy's hand, sprinting through the moving barrels. I laugh as she stumbles, righting herself and pressing on.

Once we are both through, there is only one thing left to do, and it's the part I've been waiting for. The Hall of Mirrors.

I step inside the dimly lit area, the endless reflections making the space feel infinite. Ivy spins around, taking in the different versions of herself.

My favorite part, the reason I've always loved this funhouse: the endless reflections make it the perfect place to trap someone, to make them mine. I step closer to Ivy, my hands sliding around her waist, drawing her back against my chest.

"Kris?" Her voice is filled with questions, but not fear.

"This is what I really wanted to do with you. "

I pull Ivy behind me, weaving our way deeper into the maze of mirrors. I spot the exact mirror I'm looking for. It's a trick I discovered as a kid: moving a certain panel changes the layout of the maze. What was once a dead end becoming a small, enclosed space.

I step closer and give the mirror a gentle nudge. It slides easily across the floor. "Ladies first."

She steps inside and I follow, pulling the mirror shut behind us. Ivy spins around, her eyes wide as she takes in our new, confined surroundings.

I take a step towards her, "It's just you and me now."

Then my mouth is on hers. My hands slide up her body, one tangling in her hair, the other gripping her hip. She moans into my mouth, her hands clutching at my shirt.

I lift her up, pressing her against the mirror behind her. Her legs wrap around my waist as I grind my growing erection into her. My hands explore her body, palming her full breasts, then sliding down to squeeze her ass.

Loosening my grip, I let her feet fall back to the ground. My fingers find the hem of her shirt and slide underneath, my hands gliding up her soft skin. "I need to feel your skin against mine."

"Kris, we can't do this here. Someone will hear us."

I've already made my decision, and it's non-negotiable. "I don't give a fuck if they hear us, see us. I'm taking what's mine. You said you'd be a good girl for me and not fight me when I wanted to take your ass, didn't you?"

She gasps, "Here?"

"Yes, right here, it's perfect. I've waited long enough to take what's rightfully mine- the one place no other man has been. I want to watch you as I claim the last untouched part of you- the part that is only mine and always will be. I want to see my cock disappearing inside you, inch by perfect inch. I'll watch your face, see the shock in your eyes when you realize you love it, and you can't get enough. I won't miss a moment of it—the sight of my cock stretching that tight little hole, the sounds you'll make, or the way your body submits to mine."

She bites her lip, torn between her desire and the fear of the unknown. Her eyes meet mine and she gives me a small nod.

Thank God, holding someone down while they are struggling and trying to fuck them in the ass at the same time is exhausting. I don't have the patience for that shit today.

I push her back against the mirrors and kiss her. My hands work quickly, tugging her shirt up and over her head. I unclasp her bra, and her gorgeous tits spill free, the nipples already tight and begging for my attention.

"Goddamn, they 're flawless." I admire her tits, the way they fit perfectly in my hands. "Like they were made for me."

I pinch and twist her nipples between my fingers and watch her bite her lip to stifle her moans. I want to hear her, want the whole damn funhouse to hear her, so I squeeze her nipples harder and give them a sharp twist. Her voice echoes off the mirrors around us.

"That's it, let it out. I want to hear how much you like it."

I move to her jeans, unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down slowly. I pull her jeans and panties down together, freeing her round ass. I almost lose my control seeing her like this, needy for my touch, her pussy already glistening with her arousal. My teeth tug at her earlobe, my voice a rough whisper. "Such a dirty little secret you've been keeping. You're so wet, Cherry. Did thinking about me fucking our ass make you this wet?"

Her fingers dig into my arms as I squeeze and massage her ass cheeks. I kick her pants away and push her legs apart with my booted feet, spreading her open for me. She's panting now, her body pressed back against the cool glass as I lower myself to my knees.

I lean in close and breathe her scent in, my breath grazing across her sensitized skin. My fingers find her clit, teasing it, circling it, making her moan. My tongue traces her slit, tasting her. I'll never get enough of her taste. She's so fucking sweet and addictive. I feast on her, my tongue sliding deep inside her wet cunt.

Without taking my eyes off hers, I reach into my back pocket, pulling out a candy cane. Her eyes go wide as I unwrap it, popping the sugary treat into my mouth.

"Turn around," I guide her to spin so her ass is right at my eye level. I skim my fingers over her backside, watching the goosebumps rise on her creamy skin.

"Bend over, hands on the mirror." She obeys just as she always does. Pulling the candy from my mouth, I drag it down her back and over the luscious curves of her ass. I pause, holding the candy just above her entrance, and spit on her ass, watching my saliva slide down her crack. Gathering some spit on the tip of the candy cane, I push it forward, slowly sliding it inside her.

I love hearing the whimpers that escape her lips as I start to move the candy cane inside her. Withdrawing it almost all the way out, I push it back in even deeper. Fuck, the sight of that candy cane in her ass and her forehead pressed against the mirror is enough to make me come.

But I want more of her, I want it all. I press my finger into her dripping pussy. I tug the candy cane free, and my finger easily slips inside in its place. Her head lolls back, mouth falling open with a soft moan .

"See how good this feels? How much tighter it is? Now imagine it's my cock sliding in and out of you."

I tease her hole with my finger for a few moments, before adding a second, stretching her wide. "Soon it's going to be my thick cock stretching you like this. Filling you up."

I rise to my feet and take a step back. I tear off my shirt and toss it to the side. Next is my belt, unbuckling it and pulling it free from the loops.

I move to my pants, pushing them down my legs. My cock springs free, hard and throbbing. I stroke myself a few times as I take in the sight of her ass, presented perfectly for me. But I want to watch her face the first time I fuck her ass.

"Turn around."

Her eyes are wide as she takes in my body, my cock hard and ready.

"Get down on your knees."

She complies without hesitation, her eyes never leaving my cock.

I step closer, "Suck my cock. Get it nice and wet."

Those full, pouty lips of hers wrap around my cock, and I groan, tangling my hands in her hair. She takes her time, teasing me with her tongue. Her hands grasp my thighs as she bobs her head, taking me deeper.

"That's it, Cherry. Suck it good."

When I can't take it anymore, I pull her off with a pop and gently lower her onto her back on the floor below me.

She looks up at me, I can see she is nervous. It's so fucking sexy I can barely stand it.

I kneel down, positioning myself between her legs. I place my hands behind her knees and slowly push her legs back, baring her to me. The blush that stains her cheeks only adds to how perfect she looks.

My hand caresses her inner thigh, and her legs fall open willingly for me. My thumb teases her sensitive skin, before brushing over her clit.

I gently rub circles around her clit, teasing it with each sweep of my thumb. Her breath hitches, her eyes closing as she lets out a throaty moan. Moving my hand down, I slide a finger inside her, crooking it, searching for that little spot that will make her crazy.

Her body jerks at the contact, her hips bucking up off the floor. I smirk, loving how responsive she is to my touch. I press down on that spot deep inside her, feeling her walls begin to tighten and pulse around my finger. Her ass, on the other hand, remains tight, clenching around nothing but air. That's about to change.

I pull my fingers out slowly, her arousal coating them. I position myself at her entrance and stroke my cock, using her wetness to slick my length.

Inch by inch, I watch mesmerized as I disappear inside her, relishing the velvety heat of her ass. "So damn good." I continue my steady push until I'm fully inside, balls deep in her ass. "Fuck, baby, you have no idea how good your ass feels. How damn pretty you look right now with my cock buried inside your ass."

Her body tenses around me as I stretch her. I groan, wanting to thrust into her and take her hard, but I force myself to stay still, giving her time to adjust.

"Breathe, Cherry. Just relax and let it happen. It'll feel so fucking good."

Her hips begin to move, a subtle roll back and forth, testing it out. I keep still, letting her get used to the feeling. But not for long.

Gripping her hips, I begin to move, pulling out almost all the way, then sliding back in. Slowly at first, my thrusts gain speed and intensity, each thrust a little harder than the last as I bounce her on my cock. Her breath comes in pants, her moans flooding the small space.

I start thrusting hard and deep, slamming into her. Her body slides along the floor with each powerful stroke, her palms pressing against the cool glass to steady herself. The sight of her tits bouncing with every thrust is mesmerizing.

I glance up, watching our reflection, surrounded by endless clones of ourselves. It's just as I imagined, but even better.

"Oh God! Harder, please!"

"That's my girl, taking everything I give you and begging for more.

I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, knowing it will leave bruises. My pace quickens, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the space around us. I feel her body respond, tightening around me.

"Fuck, Kris. I'm close. Don't stop." Her voice breaks as she speaks, showing just how close she is.

That's what I've been waiting for. She's writhing beneath me, her body responding to my cock buried deep inside her ass. I reach down, my hand moves between her legs, my fingers finding her clit.

It takes only a few seconds of this dual assault before her body jerks and she's coming around my cock, her ass clenching and releasing as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. Her moans and cries fill the funhouse, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.

I move my hand back to her hip, gripping it as I continue to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm with her and fucking her through it. I feel my own orgasm building, an intense heat spreading through me

I slowly pull out of her. She feels so good, but I have other plans. I lean back against the mirror, stroking my cock as I watch her. "Stay just like that, legs spread for me."

Her hair is wild and tangled, lips swollen from my cock. Her tits are flushed, and I love the sight of my fingerprints on her skin, knowing they're my mark on her. Her eyes, heavy with desire, follow my every move.

I stroke my hard cock, my eyes locked on her as I fist my shaft. Her chest is heaving, tits rising and falling with each breath. She wants to see me come and I'm happy to give her what she wants.

"Watch me, Cherry. Watch me come all over your pretty pussy." I stroke myself faster, pumping my cock as I watch her face, knowing my words and actions are seared into her mind.

"You've been so good for me, taking my cock so perfectly. But there's one more thing I need from you. I need to see you touch yourself.

Her hands move obediently to her body, one sliding down to her clit, the other to her breast, palming the full curves, and giving it a gentle squeeze.

I watch her fingers work her clit, her body already primed and ready to go again. She moans and her hips buck up off the floor.

"Good girl, touch yourself. Get yourself off while I come all over you."

Her hand moves faster on her clit, circling, applying more pressure. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she lets out a cry, her fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh of her tits. I watch, transfixed, as her body trembles through her orgasm, her pussy clenching, begging for my cock back inside of her.

That's when I let myself go. I grit my teeth, every muscle in my body tight as I pump my cock harder, faster. My release crashes over me, and I jerk, thick ropes of come landing on her pussy and stomach, coating her. It's the hottest damn thing I've ever seen. I take in the sight of her, covered in my come.

Without breaking eye contact, I lower my fingers to her pussy, swiping through the mixture of our fluids.

"My mark, Cherry. No one will ever mistake who you belong to now." I spread our cream all over her, rubbing it in, making sure every inch of her is touched by me.

I lean down, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. "You're officially marked as mine now. All. Fucking. Mine."