19. Aurora

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This is insane. I'm insane.

It's official.

I've never been more aroused than I am at this moment. Gage has just been fucking me with his gun. Whether it's loaded or not, I've got no idea. Knowing how fucking unhinged this man is, it probably is.

God, why does that make me so fucking horny?

"Get out of your head, little one. Give into the darkness." His voice is a low grow. It's a command, and I listen, eager to please. I want to feel his hands on me again, his mouth sucking and biting. I crave the painful pleasure of his touch.

My eyes are fixed on his hard cock. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him, to feel him inside me. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my throat. I arch my back, offering myself to him.

I'm trapped in this cage, my wrists bound above my head. He grabs my ankles and lifts me off the floor, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist for support. He presses against me, his body hot and hard. His lips brush my ear, his breath tickling. "You're all mine now," he growls.

He enters me, filling me completely. I cry out, arching against him. The cage swings with his thrusts, enhancing every sensation. I pull at the restraints.

"Do you like this?" he asks. He thrusts into me, his movements urgent and frenzied. The cage sways, creaking with each powerful stroke. His immense weight pins me against the metal bars, his hands gripping my hips as he takes me roughly. I feel so small compared to him. His mouth finds my neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

The cool night air on my skin, the scent of rust and grease from the Ferris wheel, and the wildness of Gage's untamed desire. His mouth devours me, his tongue exploring, tasting. All the while, he keeps his mask over the upper half of his face. His teeth scrape my nipples, and I cry out, my body trembling on the edge of release.

His hands roam my body, his touch electric. He teases my clit, circling and flicking, driving me wild. "That's it, little one. Let go."

I cling to him, my body tensing as the pleasure builds. The darkness surrounds us, cocooning our frenzy. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.

Suddenly, he stops moving making me growl in frustration. "No, please don't stop." I'm panting, desperate for more. My body yearns for release, but he holds me on the edge, teasing me, drawing out the pleasure.

Gage growls, a deep, primal sound that vibrates through me. "You're mine to control, little one. You come when I say you can."

He continues but at a slow pace, torturing me with gentle strokes. I whimper, wanting more, needing to climax.

He leans close, his hot breath on my ear. "Beg for it."

"Please, I need to—" I can't even form the words. The pleasure is too intense. I squirm, trying to find friction to push myself over the edge.

"Be a good girl and wait." He pulls out, denying me completely.

I cry out, my body aching with need.

He chuckles darkly, enjoying my frustration.

I struggle against the restraints, desperate to touch myself, to find relief.

"You're all mine, Aurora. Remember that." There's a dangerous edge to his voice.

I crane my neck, trying to look into his eyes, but they're hidden behind the mask. Only his mouth is visible, and it's utterly beautiful. I never knew someone could have a beautiful mouth, but his is.

He covers his mouth with his mask, and his eyes are hooded, a mixture of lust and something darker. I sense the predator within, the monster that lurks beneath his calm exterior. It thrills, scares, and excites me all at once.

He steps back and my feet fall back to the cage floor. He takes in my bound form, my nakedness laid bare for his pleasure. "Beautiful," he whispers, his tone appreciative.

I want to cover myself, feeling vulnerable. But I can't. I'm his captive, tied and bound.

He closes the distance between us, his eyes burning with intensity. "Now, where were we?"

Gage grips my thighs and lifts my legs again. His erection presses into my pussy, and he grinds against me. His hands roam my body possessively. He bites my neck, marking me, and his hands tighten on my hips before he slams back inside me violently.

Gage's movements are fierce and unyielding. The force slams me against the cage's metal bars painfully, trapping me in a whirlwind of sensations. My wrists strain against the restraints as I arch my back, meeting his relentless pace. He fills me completely, owning me with every stroke.

The sound of our skin slapping together and my shameless moans fill the night air. I'm lost in a blur of lust and violence, loving every second. I want him to consume me, to devour me, to leave his mark on my body and soul.

The rough grind of his mask against my skin, the way he pulls my hair and the brutal grip of his hands on my hips—it all fuels my desire.

I whimper, caught between pleasure and pain. It's excruciating; this need builds inside me, spiraling out of control.

"Please, Gage, I need?—"

He shifts the mask again and muffles my words with his mouth, devouring me with a ravenous kiss.

"Not yet, little one," he growls against my lips. "I want to savor this."

I'm putty in his hands, molded by his every desire. My body stretches to accommodate him, my muscles screaming with protest as my wrists remain bound above my head.

Gage's hands slide up my thighs to my ass, lifting me and changing the angle of his assault. He drives into me deeper, finding a sweet spot that sends shocks of pleasure through my core. I cry out, my walls clenching around him.

"That's it. Let go." His voice is a harsh whisper, filled with command.

I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the avalanche of sensations. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I surrender to the tide of my orgasm. It sweeps through me, taking me higher with each wave. I cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably.

Gage growls, a feral sound that echoes my primal release. I feel him throbbing inside me, his own climax overtaking him. He spills himself into me, his hips stuttering as he fills me with his cum.

We're connected in this moment of shared pleasure, the violence of our passion tempered by the intimacy of our surrender. Gage's weight presses me against the cage bars, and I long to run my hands over his powerful muscles. He's still dressed except for his cock poking through his pants, and I'm naked. It's a stark contrast.

He pushes the mask back in place, pulls his knife from his jacket pocket, and slices through the ropes, keeping one strong arm around me. Holding me, he sits in the cage seat and pulls me against him. I feel the stickiness of our combined release coating my inner thighs. The cooling night air washes over us, but I'm oblivious to anything beyond the warmth of Gage's body against mine.

I lean into him, my cheek pressing against his chest. I can feel the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear. I want to stay like this forever, lost in this dark embrace, caught between pleasure and the lingering edge of fear.

Gage holds me tightly, his arms a protective cocoon. In this moment, I feel truly alive, truly understood. The darkness within me has found its counterpart, and together, we create a beautiful, terrifying symphony of lust and violence.

Reality begins to trickle back, and the realization of what we just did hits me like a slap in the face. He fucked me with a gun, for fuck's sake. I pull away, searching his eyes for judgment or condemnation. But I find only heat and satisfaction, a mirror to the tumult of emotions swirling within me.

I swallow, my throat dry. "What now?" The question hangs between us, heavy with uncertainty.

Gage's intense gaze holds me captive, his expression unreadable. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if he's contemplating my demise, adding me to his list of victims. But then he leans down, his mask brushing my ear. "I'm not done with you, little one. Not ever."

I clearly have issues as my chest clenches hearing him say that. It feels like a heartfelt declaration, even though I'm pretty sure that this man's heart is black and dead, just like mine.