“Check yourself,” he grunted.
“Sir, please,please…”
I didn’t know just what I was begging for, but he seemed pleased because his thrusts picked up even more, his breath coming out in sharp pants. He shoved a hand underneath my body, his palm resting against my clit, the movements of his thrusting making me grind against it.
I squeezed around him as I started to come, but he withdrew everything. Tingles raced through me, my vision tunneled, and everything in my body focused on the impending rush of endorphins.Then—
His cock pulled free, his palm went away, his mouth left mine.
My orgasm petered out, tense and ruined, leaving me breathless, slumped forward and aching. I cried into my pillow, ruing the day I’d ever let this man anywhere near me, when he flipped me back over.
My hands fell over my head, less strained, and Adrian stood, looming over me, jacking his cock in his big hand. He leaned down and easily freed my wrists from the pant handcuffs, chucking the fabric across the room as he watched me wither.
I gazed at him, trying to look docile and not raging mad at what he’d done to me. Placid and grateful for my new freedom instead.
“You don’t get to come again, little killer,” he said. “I was already generous in giving you an orgasm earlier. You need to suffer with it.”
I bit my lip, holding in the retort I had on my tongue, and cried out when he splattered cum over my torso, adding to what was already there. How much was inside his balls?Christ.
This man had a real thing for forcing me to stink of him. He took a few measured steps away to survey his artwork, then spared a glance at the watch on his wrist.
“Shit,” he muttered, shoving himself back together, making me watch him return into a reasonable, well-rounded man. He looked tired, a little rough around the edges with that beard of his growing in again. But nothing like a man who’d shirked off responsibilities to fuck someone under his command until they were ruined.
He said not a thing as he checked his watch again and straightened himself out for the second time this shift.
“Please tell me you’ll figure out a way for me to get to the showers early,” I muttered, sitting my ass up and stretching my back.
“You’re shit out of luck, little killer,” he said, walking to the door. “I’m off for a few days. Family commitment.”
Family? Like what? A wife? Children? Or something else? I didn’t see a ring, but that didn’t mean anything in a place like this. The COs did everything they could to keep their personal business separate.
I suddenly realized how little I knew about this man. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Could I do that? Tear a family apart to get what I wanted? I didn’t give a shit about Adrian, but his wife… any little ones he had hanging off his ankles. Something like remorse wobbled through my chest. Blinking hard worked to shove it away.
I didn’t get the chance to ask before he was gone, leaving me in sticky cum and spit and sweat, my thoughts whirling.
It itched, the urge to hurt. To cause some damage. I found my mind drifting, shifting and changing, growing darker, that darker, demonic idle hands version of me creeping out.
Striding across the small room, I reached the door and slammed my head against it. Over and over, smack, smack, smack. Desperate for pain, for destruction. If I couldn’t take it out on someone else, it would have to be me.
I smashed my forehead into the metal door until blood dripped into my eyes, until I couldn’t blink through the stream and my vision went red. He made me docile, he made me do things I never wouldbefore, and it twisted me up inside. Was it real? Was I commanding him, or was Adrian right? He had the control over me, had pushed my body to limits I wasn’t prepared for.
When I thought I had him, he did his best to remind me I didn’t. He was the one with power. He was the one who could make me do what he wanted. That ruined orgasm, the way he’d tied me up and left me.
Fuck.I wanted it to be me.
Smash smash smash.
I was still naked, covered in red, feral, when the COs came for me, the noise bringing them along. Shouts and panic ensued.
I fell unconscious to the tune of ‘psychiatric hold’ and managed a smile. A change of scenery would be nice.
Seventeen
Penny
He looked up at me with fear, delicious, real fear. I let it settle into my gut, shifted to get comfortable as I straddled the man who’d hurt me, held a blade to his throat and leaned down, getting eye to eye with him. His fear was palpable, leaking from his eyeballs in rushes of wet. It’s what I needed, why I was doing this at all.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, spluttering his words. “I didn’t—”
