Taking Wheels of Steel to Task

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“This isn’t a Merry-Go-Round.”BDSM erotica

“Nope,” Mitchell agreed and looked up at the beast with a smile. “Imagine the trouble we could get into up there where no one can see us.”

“I’m not having sex with you tonight, never mind up there!” Carla took a step back from him.

He turned and looked down at her. “I didn’t say that. Besides, there’s some big brother cam pointed up there from somewhere that would put us on someone’s fap list. I just said to imagine it.” His jean jacket flapped against his belly in the breeze.

“Oh, well, I shouldn’t think of such things. Father Pascal says that impure thoughts are like a gateway drug to Satan.”

Mitchell laughed and looked back up at the steel hulk of the Ferris wheel. “And with ideas like that, you wonder why I stopped going to church.”

The tinny music from the Ferris wheel drifted over the grounds, muffled by games and other rides. The first fall fair of the season always played through the night on “Midnight Madness”, the Friday evening of the Labor Day weekend each year. Stars above were blotched out by the fair’s light pollution. Due to the first weekend of September being unusually cool this year, the crowd was sparse.

“Ideas like what?”

“Gateway drug to Satan? Really? I hear the average guy, such as myself, thinks of sex at least a few times every minute. By Pascal’s theory, he’s now condemned half the population.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

He shrugged. “That religion is like having a dom who doesn’t give a shit about you so long as you follow the main task to keep filling the donation basket with bills.” He turned and pointed at her as his grin turned sly. “They don’t like the jingle of change. Hell, they don’t like change in any context. But they are good at giving tasks with the promise of some fictional reward. Get on your knees, woman!”

“Mitchell Calvin Carmichael, keep it down.” Her brown eyes searched for anyone who heard him but found none. A shiver went through her. Moving the strap of the purse slung diagonally across her for access, she zipped up her pale-blue jacket. ¬†“I did not come out with you tonight to listen to you rant about religion.”

“No, of course you didn’t. You came out to preach at me about gateway drugs.”

“Touche.”

“I’m not here to corrupt you.”

She sighed. “And I don’t want to convert you.”

His blue eyes twinkled at her. “I just want you to think.”

“To imagine?”

He nodded.

“Us having sex up there?”

He cocked his head at the Ferris wheel. “Maybe not sex. That would be tough not getting caught.”

She sighed. “Some heavy petting, then?”

“What are you, fifteen? I don’t think I heard the term heavy petting since I was in my twenties.” His eyes flicked to her briefly. “That’s a good start, though. Good girl.”

She licked her lips. “Maybe we get stuck at the top and have just enough time for me to slip my lips around your cock.”

Eyes wide, he turned back to her. “Gateway drug, huh?”

She nodded.

“You almost had me convinced you believed that shit. And the pure virgin angle, wow. Without your collar, even.”

“I thought that’s the task you gave me.”

He gave a quick point to the sparkling wheel. “Wanna try it?”

She grinned and nodded again. Reaching over, she patted the hardness that his jeans were having difficulty holding in.

“Bad girl, trying to get me in trouble here.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her with him. “Here’s hoping we get a car to ourselves.”

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