6. Chapter Six

Narcotic - Bryce Savage

Ishouldn't have done that. Fuck. That was fucking stupid, and by all the eyes that turned in our direction as I dragged her out of there, I know for a fact it did not go un-noticed. Never, in all my years running this circus have I ever intervened with a cirkie and their customer. Not once have I taken one for myself.

But I had to have her.

"Are you even listening? I'm not leaving. You can't make me, I paid for my ticket," she snaps. Her god damn voice is serene. Even when she's angry and shouting at me. I pause my pacing, and slowly turn to face her. Her cheeks are flushed a beautiful light pink, barely visible in the dim lighting of the storage space I dragged her to in my fit of rage. A mistake I will be paying for by the end of the night I'm sure. It won't take long for word to spread from cirkie to cirkie, and while it may be my circus, and me that they answer to…it's going to bring about questions. Concerns, that quite frankly, I don't give a shit to answer right now.

Cocking my head to the side, I run my eyes up and down her tight frame. Fuck. Up close, she's even more perfect. Her hard nipples peek out through the thin crochet top she chose to wear tonight. Begging to be pinched, sucked on. Bit. Every inch of her perfect exposed skin, un-touched by scars and bruises. Just fucking pristine. Everything that"s forbidden for a guy like me.

"What's your name?" The question slips off my lips before I can stop it. I don't need to know her name. I want to, but I shouldn't know it.

"My name?" She pauses, raising her brow with confusion.

"Yes, your name. You seem to know mine, seems only fair I know yours as well," I add, taking a step towards her. She squirms, uncrossing her arms from her chest.

"Indira Conners, but my friends call me Indie." A strange and unusual name. Exotic. Fitting for such a woman.

"I see." I take another step towards her, "and what brings a girl like you, to the place where monsters play?" It's bothered me all night. This question of why and how a girl like her ended up in a place like this. Sure, her friends most likely brought her along, but why did she stay. After seeing, witnessing what goes on here. Why didn't she run? Why, when she looked into my eyes, did she smile, and not flee?

"You don't look like a monster," she whispers, taking a step towards me. This girl has balls. She challenges and pushes without fear. Intriguing. But how far will she push?

"Come closer, I'll let you in on a little circus secret," I reply coyly. A grin forms behind my mask as she takes another step forward continuing to hold my gaze. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of deep brown. Sparkling with small flecks of gold. Taking a loose curl of her hair in my gloved hand, I find myself wishing I could feel how soft it is against my scarred flesh. I lean forward, tucking the curl behind her ear before I whisper. "The real monsters never do…until it's too late."

Standing upright, I watch as she swallows, but her eyes never break from mine. They're filled with emotions I can relate to. Curiosity. Lust.

A lust I also feel, but only for her. Which is dangerous for us both. I quickly turn my back to her, and release a deep breath. This pull to her is confusing, but one thing is certain, girls like Indie don't belong here, or with guys like me. I'll only hurt her, but something in her eyes, her tone, tells me that"s just what she wants.

"Why did you come here?" I ask over my shoulder. She laughs, clearly finding humor in my interrogation. Slowly, I turn back to face her.

"To find acceptance, release, like everyone else." She shrugs.

"Acceptance? Something tells me you have never had an issue with being accepted. And release? Are you really expecting me to believe that you couldn"t find that somewhere else?" I say, as I gesture my finger from her skirt to her face.

"Why does it matter to you where I find my release? Or if I'm accepted? I'm a paying customer, you got your money. See." She shouts as she pulls her ticket from her pocket and waves it around my face. Something on her hand catches my eye, and I grab her waving arm tightly by the wrist. Ripping the ticket from her hand.

A crimson burn mark paints her smooth palm. It's fresh, no doubt from earlier today, and seems to only add to her beauty.

I stand there, a smile hidden beneath my mask, as her frustration and anger grows. Snatching the ticket back from my hand, she stuffs it in her pocket, she scoffs before shoving me away. The touch of her hands on the bare skin of my chest as she shoves me burns more than the fire that nearly took my life so many years ago.

An uncontrollable laugh escapes me as I find myself amused with her adorable little tantrum. Annoyed, she tries to return to the party, and I quickly grab her by the back of the neck, spinning her around and pinning her back against the canvas wall.

She inhales sharply, her eyes widening with shock as they lock with mine.

"Girls like you, don't belong in places like this. Places where monsters hunt and prey on the vulnerable." Beneath the plastic mask, my hot breath creates condensation that builds up and leaks down the sides of my face. A sure result of the effect this girl has on me. My breaths are short, hot and too quick.

"Are you going to hurt me then?" she questions, biting down on her plump bottom lip. Her voice is soft, and laced with a hunger so deep even a monster like me is unwilling to allow her to suffer anymore.

"No, Indie. I'm going to do so much fucking worse." She'll get the release her body craves. But it will come from me.

Confused, she eyes me, as I slowly spin her around and lower myself in front of her. This close to her, the vanilla and patchouli scent of her perfume is fucking euphoric. Stacks of wooden liquor crates line the wall next to her, and I roughly grab one of her legs, and lift it to sit on top of them.

"What are you doing?" She asks with a carnal tone.

"You said you came here looking for release, did you not?"

"Yeah, but-" she stammers. Looking up at her, I keep my eyes locked with hers as her muscles tense.

"Well, I'm a monster with an insatiable hunger, and tonight, Indie," I whisper, cutting her off mid sentence. I run my gloved hands up her thighs, pushing the light denim fabric of her skirt up to her hips. "Tonight every inch of your perfectly pure fucking skin, is the only thing that can satisfy my craving."

I run my knuckles across her damp panties, causing her to gasp and her head to fall back against the tent. She's so responsive to my touch. Fuck. I repeat the motion, this time applying more pressure, and she melts. A soft glorious moan slips from her lips. Hooking my finger under her cotton panties, I pull them to the side, and watch as her glistening pussy is revealed. My cock hardens and my mouth waters at just the sight of how wet she is for me.

Using my thumb, I circle her swollen clit gently. The sweet scent of her arousal hits my nose. Looking up at her through my mask's holes, I take in the beauty of her in this moment. Her hunger grows with each swipe of my thumb around her sensitive bud.

"Fuck, Indie. Look how badly your body craves my touch. The touch of a monster," I whisper. She looks down, her eyes hooded and filled with lust. Her hand grabs the mask covering my face, and she tugs, trying to pry it off. "No." I snap, tearing her hand off.

"I want to see you," she pleads. Finding myself surprised by her statement, I pause. Women wanting me isn't new, but that's before they see what lies behind the mask I wear. Growing up, my true face, my scars…became the sole thing people saw. I was judged. Ridiculed and discarded for the way I look on the outside.

Ugly. Gross. A monster.

That"s what I am, and always will be to women.

My own mother knew I was a monster.

"Even you wouldn't stay if you saw the face behind the mask." I say hesitantly. "And I wouldn't blame you." I whisper against her thigh. Carefully, I push the mask up my face, keeping myself hidden from her line of sight, before slowly running my tongue across her pussy. Her sweetness coats my tongue and she shivers with the contact. Now, having tasted her, I realize how dangerous me pulling her away really was.

One taste of her will never be enough.

But it will have to be.

Her hands find their way to the mask sitting on the top of my head, and for a second I freeze. Fearing her persistence will have her trying to pry it off again. But she doesn't. Instead, she slides her hands beneath the mask, and runs her fingers through my hair as she pulls my head in closer. At first, I pause, waiting for the natural recoil that happens when someone touches me, but it never comes. Her touch isn't like The Man's. No. It's full of passion, of lust, and I welcome it.

Fuck, I want it.

"Greedy girl," I growl, as I slide my hot tongue inside her. Her hold on my hair tightens, and she moans.

"Oh god yes, please. Right there," she cries out. The music from the DJ is still booming and easily drowns out the sound of her pleasure. But part of me wants people to hear her. To know that yes, I took her, and yes she is mine. Withdrawing my tongue, I grip her thighs tightly, and clasp my mouth over her clit, sucking the sensitive bud between my lips.

She twitches, and squirms in my grasp. Her hands pull me in deeper. Begging me to tend to the ache she feels. Arousal drips from her pussy and coats my face, but I lap up every drop of her sweet juice. To think she almost allowed herself to be tasted, savoured by Johnny. The thought alone makes me angry. She's too good for them. Hell she's too good for me.

Girls like her are forbidden fruit to monsters like me.

Allowing myself to taste her sweetness is easily the greatest sin I've ever committed, but I'd happily spend eternity in hell if every day of my life could be spent coating my tongue with her.

I've spent years without touching or being touched by a woman.

By anyone.

I never needed it. But the moment I laid eyes on Indie, the monster in me knew. I fucking knew I was damned. Now, she has me on my knees, praying that the devil won't take me. Not until I've finished my last meal.

"Lux," she softly moans. My name from her lips is unholy, and oh so fucking serene. "Please, I need you to make me cum," she begs, with her full lips pouting.

I smile against her pussy. Running my tongue around her as I lap up every drop she so graciously gives me. My cock throbs, begging to be freed. To feel her tightness wrapped around it. It takes everything in me not to bury myself balls deep inside her. Ruining her for anyone else. Especially knowing it would confirm to the cirkies who she belongs to.

But I can't.

All I can do is give her what she came for, and send her home.

Tonight, she is in the center of the ring. The lead act, and watching her hit that peak of pleasure, with my tongue between her thighs, will forever be my mainshow. Even if it can never happen again.

"Right there. God yes!"

She's so fucking close, and I know just what she needs to finally find that release her body so desperately craves. Slowly, I slide my hand in my pocket, pulling out my old zippo lighter.

"Yes. Fuck. Just like that," she moans, as she grinds her pussy vigorously against my face. Her fingers thread themselves deeper into my hair as she pulls me in where she needs me.

Flicking the lighter open, I spark it up and lift it inches from the perfect flesh of her inner thigh. At first, she doesn't notice, but the moment the flickering flame kisses her skin, she cries out, finally finding the edge she needed.

"Oh my god!' she shouts. Her body trembles as her orgasm rocks through her. Her breathing quickens with her heart beat and her pretty little toes curl in her strappy black heels as the wave of pleasure hits her. I suck, and lick every drop of her release, refusing to let even the smallest amount go to waste.

"That's it, Indie" I whisper against her pussy. My tone husky and carnal. I was wrong earlier. I thought she was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. But watching her let go. Watching her find the release she needed, trumps anything I've ever witnessed before.

Flicking the lighter closed, I tuck it back in my pocket before helping her lower her shaky leg from the liquor crate. Her skin is painted with a thin sheen of sweat and flushed with beautiful patches of pink. I pull the mask back down over my face, concealing my scars before standing. Looking down on her, I peel stands of sweaty curls from her face, and tuck them behind her ears. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she tries to catch her breath. Though her eyes are closed, she"s smiling.

"That was…" she stammers, before opening her eyes.

"That was what you came for." I reply. Gripping the ends of her denim skirt tightly in my hands, I tug it back down. "Now. Time for you to leave." Her eyes widen with shock.

"Excuse me, what?" she replies.

"I said, you got what you came for, and now it's time for you to leave. I already told you, girls like you don't belong here." I explain, shoving her out through the flap in the tent and into the night air. Once outside, I signal over a couple of the cirkie who work security for me.

"Get her out of here, and make sure she doesn't come back," I tell them. Indie's eyes fill with a mix of confusion and anger.

"That's it then? Just going to eat my pussy and send me packing like it never fucking happened?" I smirk. Fuck she's feisty, which only makes this harder. But I know being near me, near Cirque Du Désir is nothing but danger for her. Besides, even a girl like Indie wouldn't want me if she saw the monster that lurks behind the mask.

"You and I will always know what happened tonight. But what happens at Cirque Du Désir, stays at Cirque Du Désir. Besides, you got your ticket's worth and then some, you should be leaving a happy customer," I grin, pulling out my pack of smokes "Get her out of here," I repeat. One of them grips her arm tightly and begins to drag her backwards. Her eyes lock with mine and though she doesn't utter a single word, with that glare, I know this isn't the last I've seen of Indira fucking Conners.