Carnival Sins: Claimed By My Fiancé’s Father | 18+

I’ve always had one fantasy in life — to be f****d raw by a masked man while the rest of the world disappears. It’s not something I say out loud, though. It’s something that just lives in the quiet parts of my mind, the places I don’t fully admit to myself. And now that Sebastian moves inside me, the fantasy is all that consumes me. In my mind, the stranger wouldn’t ask for permission like Sebastian always does, and neither would he hesitate. He wouldn’t pause to kiss my forehead or whisper sweet nothings either. All he would do is take. One of his large hands would pin my hands above my head, the other wrapped around my throat, his deep, rough voice growling filthy commands in my ears while his hips slams into me with zero restrains. His face would be covered in a mask that hides everything but dark, hungry eyes. And most importantly, he wouldn’t check in on me because he already knows I’m fine. Sebastian, on the other hand, thrusts slowly in and out of me carefully, like he’s handling something fragile that might break. The feel of his warm palm against my cheek is enough to snap me back to present, and I blink, taking in his brows furrowed in worry. “Is this good, baby?” he whispers, his soft voice full of love. He kisses my neck softly before I can even reply, then brushes away the damp hair from my forehead, his eyes searching mine. “Tell me if you want me to go slower.” I nod and moan softly, biting my lip. “Yeah… it feels nice.” It’s not. It only feels safe and predictable. Not enough for me. And unfortunately, this has been my reality since we met. After our engagement, I thought he’d change, build up the intensity and make our s*x life more interesting, but there’s no real change. And now I can only wonder if that’s how we’re going to keep up even after our wedding. My body responds as little arousal pools inside me, but it feels miles away from what I truly crave. Sebastian rocks gently between my thighs, one hand caressing my breast with almost reverent care. Every stroke is careful, every kiss gender, and I wrap my legs around him, arching my back to urge him deeper and harder. However, he just moans softly and keeps the same steady rhythm. Frustration builds up in my throat until a painful clog forms there, I have to close my eyes and just sink deeper into my fantasy. There, the masked man would flip me over, yank my hips up, and f**k me until my legs shake and I forget my own name. He wouldn’t care about being gentle at all. Just pure dominance and the thrill of pretending to not know who is ruining me. At the thought, my orgasm builds, but it’s nothing earth-shattering. Just something pleasant and polite that I have to release a breathy sound and force myself to clench around him, pretending it’s more intense than it is. Thinking I’m enjoying it, Sebastian groans and releases his c*m inside of me, burying his face in my neck. “I love you so much, Ava,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder as he catches his breath. He stays inside me for a moment, then pulls out gently and pulls me into his arms. His body is warm and familiar against mine, and for a while we lie in comfortable silence, his fingers stroking my arm while I stare up at the ceiling, an empty, hollow feeling consuming me. I feel like I’m starving while being fed perfectly balanced meals. As if he can sense my detachment, Sebastian’s finger pauses, and I feel his gaze on me before he speaks. “You’ve been quiet lately,” he says softly. “Is everything okay between us.” I hesitate, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I consider keeping quiet about what has been on my mind for months now, but eventually, the words force their way out of me. “Sebastian, I need to tell you something.” He shifts so he can look at me clearly. “What is it?” I bite my lip, my heart racing. “I have this fantasy. One I’ve thought about for a long time.” I feel him tense slightly. “Okay,” he replies. Then, “tell me.” That’s the problem. He’s so soft and gentle with me, always willing to listening to what I have to say. He’s the perfect man anyone would want to be with, and I love him deeply. But how do I say this to him? That we’re lacking in this area of our relationship? “Ava—“ he begins. “I want to be with a masked stranger,” I say, my voice low. When he says nothing, obviously confused, I meet his gaze. “I want total anonymity without names or softness. Just surrender. I want to lose control completely and not be myself for one night.” Silence. Then, “I want to be To be taken roughly, without thinking.” Sebastian is quiet for several seconds, but I see the look of surprise and a hint of hurt in his eyes. “So… you want someone else to sleep with you?” he asks, trying to keep his tone even, but I hear the slight edge. “No, no,” I say quickly. “Not someone else. It’s a fantasy that I want you to give to me. I want to feel that intensity with you… but through the fantasy.” He exhales slowly, still processing what I just said. He looks a little offended, a little unsure, but he forces a small smile and plays it safe, the way he always does when he doesn’t want to disappoint me. “Are you sure of this?” He asks, slightly worried. “That’s dangerous and—“ he goes quiet when I don’t say anything before he finally exhales. “Okay, fine,” he says finally. “If that’s what you really want, I’ll do it for you.” Relief washes over me, and I feel excitement course through my veins. “Really?” He nods. “Oh my god,” I exclaim, excited, then throw myself into his arms. “Thank you!” He only pats my back gently, and I pull away, continuing. “You know, Lila told me about this big carnival happening in two days. It’s a masked carnival, and there’d be a lot of people. Imagine the chaos! And do you know what I think?” I ask, looking up at him. “I think it would be the perfect place for it. What do you think?” Sebastian runs a hand through his hair. He still looks a bit unsettled, but he nods. “The carnival, yeah. We can make it work. I’ll wear a specific mask so you know it’s me. We’ll set a safe signal. I just want you to be happy, Ava.” We talk quietly for a few more minutes about boundaries and how he will approach me. His voice stays gentle as he speaks, but I can feel the slight tension in his body. Eventually he kisses my forehead. “Let me get a warm towel to clean you up.” Before I can say anything, he slips out of the bed and walks to the bathroom. I lie there naked, my whole body buzzing from the confession as I try not to scream in joy. I actually can’t believe Sebastian agreed to it. And while I know he’s not really comfortable with it, I’m sure he’s going to like it more when it happens. It sounds too interesting to not like it after experiencing it. Gosh. I can’t wait. A cool breeze from outside slips into the room and brushes against my skin, making me shiver. Slowly, I shift slightly, propping myself up on my elbow to pull the sheet higher only my chest, only to freeze, my heart dropping into my stomach when I mistakenly look outside the window. Outside, under the dim streetlight is a tall, dark silhouette that’s standing completely still on the sidewalk, a hat covering its whole face. And it’s facing our house—facing me. My pulse roars in my ears, and I blink to be sure I’m not seeing things, but the figure remains standing there, still watching me. Jesus. What is that? Who is that? I don’t realize a strange noise has escaped me until Sebastian’s voice comes from the bathroom, sounding worried. “You okay, babe?” I blink and swallow, my pulse still racing before looking towards the bathroom door. “Yeah,” I reply, voice slightly unsteady. “I’m fine.” The moment I look outside the window again, dread fills me when I find the space empty this time, void of the figure. And I know—I just know—that something is wrong. But what is it?