10. Chapter Ten

Oral Hex - blundnymph

Lux thought he could challenge me. Scare me into leaving and not coming back. Unfortunately for him, I don't scare easily. I've had to deal with enough shit in my life that it takes alot for me to back down. Am I uncomfortable with the weight of all these eyes on me, sure. But if playing this little game with him is what it takes to get through to the lost soul inside, then so be it.

After the girls left this morning, I spent hours scouring the web in search of information about Lux and his mysterious history. Part of me regrets ever looking. His childhood was horrible. One no child should ever be exposed to, let alone forced to live. My heart hurt reading about the horrible things he witnessed. The things he had done to him. It's sickening. I get why he is the way he is after all that. Yet, I find myself wondering if there"s more to him than just his trauma. Because when he looks at me through the eye holes of his mask, I don't see the monster everyone else sees. I see someone who"s lost. Who"s broken, and though he fights it. Deep down, he"s like a broken toy that just wants to be fixed.

Besides the booming music from the DJ booth, the big top tent is silent. The weight of everyone"s heavy gaze sits on my shoulders, but it's his that carries the most weight. His head tilts to the side as he looks down on me. Through the eye holes of the eerie clown mask, his eyes fill with shock and disbelief. He didn't think I'd do it. He doubted me. Good, I love proving people wrong.

My tongue darts out across my lips as I slowly wrap my hand firmly around his hardened length. It's thicker than I thought, and this close up it's rather intimidating, but I'm not gonna show it. No, instead, I'm going to give him the best goddamn blow job he's ever had. Why? Because Lux thinks I'm this pure and innocent little girl. He thinks a girl like me don't belong in a place like this. But Lux doesn' t know me. He doesn't know the life I've lived, or what lies beneath the skin he claims to be so damn pure.

Leaning forward, I keep my eyes locked with his as my tongue slowly runs across the tip of his cock. He shudders under my touch. A smile forms on my lips and the ache between my thighs returns. I repeat the motion, this time sliding the head into my mouth slowly and sucking, before releasing it with a loud pop that echoes around the bigtop tent. With my hand gripped firmly around his shaft, I jerk it and slowly slide his cock into my mouth.

Lux's head falls back, and his gloved hand makes its way to my head. His fingers threading themselves through my thick locks as he begins to fuck my face.

"Fuck, Indie," he hisses through the mask covering his face.

Around us, the cirkies and customers are clearly enjoying the show Lux and I are putting on for them. Some have inched closer to us, touching themselves as they watch me take Lux's cock deep into my mouth. His breathing grows ragged and with each swirl of my tongue on his flesh, his hold on my head grows stronger, pulling me in so deep his cock hits the back of my throat and I'm forced to fight against my gag reflex.

On my knees, in the center of the big top tent. I look up through the foggy haze, unable to take my eyes from the sight before me. Lux, the untouchable and feared, is allowing me to touch him. To pleasure him when thousands before were turned away. Even with the mask hiding his face it's easily the most beautiful and daring moment in my life. Right now, he's being vulnerable with me. Which after knowing his past, means more than most the people around this tent could even understand.

Someone pushes into me, nearly knocking me over. Pulling Lux's cock from my mouth, I stumble as his darkened eyes snap to someone behind me and fill with anger. Risking a glance over my shoulder, I'm met with the uncut cock of one of his customers. The man stands there, jerking himself in my face with a look of lust in his eyes. Bile rises in my throat, and I fall backwards in an attempt to get as far away from this random man and his cock as possible.

"Oi, let me get a turn with that pretty little mouth, sweetheart. I'd pay a pretty penny to know how those soft lips feel wrapped around my cock."

Before I can even blink, Lux is on him. Having tackled him to the ground, Lux's gloved fists repeatedly find their way to the man's face. People scream, and shout as chaos breaks out around us. Blood splatters around the crowd, as Lux releases his anger on the man. But it isn't until a few of his cirkies grab him by the arms and pry him off the man that the true carnage of Lux's fists is revealed. The man lies on the floor with his cock still hanging out of his pants. His face bloodied and beat to a pulp as people in the crowd film, and snap photos of him. He moans, and stirs letting us know he's still alive, at least.

Lux is shouting, trying to break free from the men who have him restrained. One of which I recognize as the clown from last night. Pushing myself to my feet, I rush to his side suddenly finding myself concerned.

Reaching him, I take his bloodied gloved hands in mine, and check him over for any injuries. "Lux, are you okay?" I ask. Breaking free of their hold, he tucks his cock back into my pants and turns his focus back on me before wrapping his hand around mine and pulling me away from the chaos. Looking back as Lux pulls me away, I find we seem to be the only ones rushing to get away. Everyone else, customers and cirkie alike seem to be rushing towards it, eager to see it for themselves.

Unlike last night, he doesn't take me to a different room. Instead, we end up at one of the sectioned off areas of the big top tent. Thick pieces of red and black silk fabric hang from the ceiling, and the ground is covered in soft red mats. I look up to the wooden sign above the area.

Sex Silks

He slowly releases my hand, and begins to pace the area beneath the silks. His agitation is clear as day.

"Lux, I'm sorry. I─I didn't mean to upset anyone, or make you angry enough to beat that guy," I explain calmly. Though this game we've been playing has been fun, I suddenly feel regret in the pit of my stomach. Seeing him like this…it feels like it's my fault.

"I don't get it," he seethes from behind his mask. Quickly he turns his sight back on me, and brings himself to stand before me. His bloodied hands cup my face softly. "What the fuck is it about you, Indie, that has me so utterly incapacitated?"

"I don't know what you mean?" I lie. I knew from the moment I saw him that there was something between us. Some strong and unexplainable pull to each other. And I've known the entire time that he can feel it too.

He laughs behind the mask and lowers his hands from my face. "You can lie, just not to me. I already know you feel it too. It's why you came back. But the problem is, you shouldn't have."

"Why not? If you feel everything that I'm feeling, then doesn't that mean coming back was the right choice." I ask with confusion.

His body tenses with my confession. "No, it wasn't. Because they see what I see, too," he explains, nodding his head in the direction of the crowd. "And now they want you too. That doesn't sit well with me. Even though no one, and nothing should ever belong to someone like me."

"I belong to you though," I reply, my voice merely a whisper. His eyes slowly lower back to mine. "I am yours. You branded me, remember? It hurts like hell, but it has reminded me all fucking day that I am yous. I want you just as badly, Lux."

Taking my hand in his, he pulls me towards one of the silks hanging from the ceiling. Around us, people are starting to gather, as word undoubtedly spreads across the big top about Lux beating that man. Though, so far everyone seems to be staying on the other side of the roped off area he's taken me to.

"Are you sure? You haven't even seen me. You have no idea what kind of monster lurks behind the mask, Indie."

"I don't need to see. I know that the man inside isn't even close to as terrifying as the mask he is wearing. In fact, I think he's the one who's really scared" My reply stuns him, and his eyes search mine. For what, I don't know. A sign of dishonesty? Of fear? He'll find neither. I'm not afraid, and I meant what I said. I don't need to see his face. To know what hides behind it. Not when I know what lies beneath his skin and already accept it.

Lux takes the thick silk fabric in his hand, and wraps it around my body as he circles me. "Trust me?" he asks from behind me.

"With my life," I reply. And I mean it. Lux wouldn't hurt me. Not in the way people have to worry anyways. I learned last night when he burnt me how thin the line between pleasure and pain really is, and if anything it made me want to explore it more. With Lux.

"Good." He whispers against the shell of my ear. His hot breath through the mask sends a chill down my spine. He continues wrapping the silk around me, moving down to my legs, and then pulls, and suddenly I'm suspended in the air. Dangling from the big top ceiling in a swing made of silks. He pulls on the fabric again and my legs are pushed wider.

Bringing himself to stand in front of me, he trails his gloved hand up my thigh, pushing the fabric away from the mark he gave me. Turning to the DJ, he signals for him to cut the music, and the DJ does. The big top suddenly goes silent. The crowd of people look around with confusion.

"Everyone, gather around," Lux shouts.

Gather around?

Suddenly, I feel too exposed. Here I am, hanging from the roof, unable to move or free myself with my thighs spread wide for anyone who wants to see. The crowds of people quickly rush over. They whisper and snap their pictures, curious to find out what Lux is going to do next.

"There's a matter we need to discuss before tonight"s festivities can continue. It's a matter of great importance. One that I hope you will all respect and obey so as to avoid further, well, bloodshed." He laughs from behind the mask. Slowly, he pulls out a black whip from his belt, holding its small wooden handle firmly in his hand as he turns back to face me. He snaps the whip, the braided tail ends landing on my inner thigh. I cry out. The sting catching me by surprise. But it"s the ache building in my core that I find the most surprising.

"It appears some of you struggle to understand that Indie is mine. That she is not to be shared, or touched by anyone but me, and well…I can't have that." The whip snaps again, coming down on the smooth flesh of my other thigh.

Fuck.

Sensing my arousal, Lux winks behind the mask, and brushes his hand up my inner thigh, revealing the burn mark he left on my skin the night before.

"This right here, means she is mine. I branded her."

"That's just a burn," someone shouts.

"Yeah, since when does a burn mean she's your's?" another asks.

Lux laughs, and slowly turns to face the crowd before taking his mask off. The crowd gasps with shock. I don't even have to see him to know what it is they find so shocking. I read enough into his history to know the fire that killed his mother left him permanently scarred. The police reports were extensive. His hands and a large portion of his face are covered in third degree burns.

"So yes. It is just a burn, but this mark means she is mine. No one, and I mean no one will touch her but me!" he shouts. In the silence, his voice echoes around the big top tent. "If you don't like it, I don't fucking care. I will kill anyone who even thinks of going near her. Is that clear? Just ask Dolly. I'm sure she wouldn't mind some company to rot with." The crowd nods, and whispers amongst each other. He signals to the DJ to start up the music again and the bass once again fills the tent. He turns back to me, his gaze locking with mine as I get my first look at the face behind the mask. His thick dark hair hangs in messy locks around his face. The left side of his face is decorated in red and purple burn marks. From his eye, down his cheek to his chiselled jawline. His lips, full and I find myself wondering what they would feel like pressed against mine.

"Are you scared now, Indie?"

"No," my response slips from my lips softly as he brings himself to stand between my parted legs. He laughs, and lowers his mouth to the lash marks his whip left on my skin. Lux presses soft kisses up my thighs, working his way up till he reaches my pussy. Flattening his tongue, he runs it across my lace thong,

Holy Fuck.

"Lux, wha- what are you doing?" I stammer. Around us, most of the crowd still watches intently.

"Don't worry about them. There"s no one here, baby. Just you and me, and tonight, you're mine," he whispers. Slowly keeping his eyes locked with mine he pulls a small knife from his pocket, and slices through the thin lace fabric, sending my panties to the mat on the floor. The crowd groans around us. Embarrassed, I clench my eyes closed tightly. "Indie, open those pretty brown eyes and look at me," he demands.

When I don't, the braids of his whip crash down on the sensitive and swollen flesh of my pussy. The sting causes me to cry out, but quickly turns to pleasure.

Fuck, I shouldn't like this. But I can't help it.

"You will watch me when I fuck you, Indie. You sucked my cock so good I had to beat some guy"s ass to keep him from touching what"s mine, and for that you deserve to be punished."

"Punished?" I choke out. The ache between my thighs only grows with the thought of Lux doing anything to me. Around us, people have started to fuck each other. Clearly the show Lux and I are putting on is getting everyone in the mood to fuck, and I can't say I blame them.

"Yes, punished. You and that pretty little mouth started something you didn't get to finish, and now, we're going to finish it, my way," he replies as he slides his hand into his pants and pulls out his cock. "I am going to fuck you, Indie."

"Right now? With everyone-"

Sensing my discomfort, he cuts me off and takes my chin in his hand. "They don't matter. They're not even here, baby. It's just us, and tonight, you're mine," he explains,

Removing his gloved hand from my chin, he brings it to my clit and circles it slowly with this thumb. "Okay," I reply as I squirm. Hanging in the silks, I'm completely immobile. Leaving Lux to do whatever he wants with me.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks, clearly seeking my consent in what"s about to happen. He applies more force to my swollen clit as he continues circling it.

"Yes," I cry out with bated breath. The ache between my legs grows by the second.

"Good girl," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my head. Standing between my spread legs, he grips his cock firmly in his hand and swirls it around my wet pussy.

Slowly, his maskless eyes lift to mine and he lines the smooth end of his cock up with my opening.