I leaped from the car to a huff from Adrian and went and hugged a fucking tree.
Our concrete yard was treeless. And this was immense. It was cold and scratchy and smelled like nature. I laughed, rubbed my cheek against the bark witha stupid grin on my face and tears on my cheeks.This was sometimes all I ever wanted. Me and a tree. Nothing between us. No fences or frowning guards.
“Having a nice time?” Adrian asked, coming up behind me all slow and sauntering, hands in his pockets, head tilted down. It made him look wicked, delicious and dark.
I whirled on him, took him in. He’s risked so much, sacrificed so much. After all the mixed signals, I didn’t know what to say, what to do. The fresh air filled my lungs as I studied him, and I tried to let him ground me.
“Thank you,” I said. “I don’t know why you did this, Adrian.”
“What did I say about using my name?” he asked, stepping in a little closer.
“I’m not your prisoner anymore.”
He laughed. It was a bitter sort of laugh, one that had me tilting my head.
Tension built between us, and I had the overwhelming urge to fuck his brains out. But the urge to take my clothes off was stronger. And not related.
“What’s that you’ve got there in your hand?” I asked, teasing, trying to break the unease because, shockingly, now wasn’t the time.
“Take your clothes off and I’ll show you.” His voice grew low, his gaze roaming. I wasn’t in the fittest state for this, having been stuck in isolation for days, but hey, with a command like that, how could I resist? He still hadn’t got me all the way out.
It felt so freeing to pull my clothes off, the same ones I’d been forced to wear for years, stripping away every bit of autonomy I had with garish colored fabric matching everyone around me.
Adrian handed me the bundle of clothes in his hands when I discarded the threadbare prison underwear, and raked his eyes over my body, enjoying what he saw if the erection growing behind his zipper was any indication.
I smirked. “You sure you want me to put these back on?” I shivered and wanted to move on, but… well, I owed the man. One last shag before I ended this and made my own way.
Because we couldn’t stay together, and I’d used him for what I needed. My stupid plan hadworked.
When I first thought about manipulating a guard into falling for me, helping me get free, it had been a lofty ideal, one I’d play out in my head to fall asleep. Something from a fantasy.
But here I stood, naked on the side of the road, next to a real tree, with the very CO who’d risked it all for me. I was free.
“I have plans for you later when you won’t freeze to death,” he said, but his actions didn’t match. He came right up to me, pressing my back onto the rough bark, and his front against mine. He was so warm, I moaned when I leaned into him. “Plans that involve keeping you in this state for days.”
His hand cupped my pussy, probing between my lips to find my clit. He swirled his thumb around and with each gentle ache, pushed away a little more of Randal’s touch.
He brought his thumb to my lip and rubbed my fluid across it before leaning in to kiss me. “Just think of what finally coming will be like after all this time.” He spoke between pecks, running his tongue along my lip. “On a soft bed, in a warm room, with all the time in the world.”
He believed that I hadn’t masturbated like he’d commanded. Fucking idiot. But I whimpered and nodded. “That sounds amazing.”
“So get dressed, and we can go.”
I pulled on the leggings and white t-shirt — no underwear — and marveled at the tight fabric as we returned to the car. He’d supplied flip flops, but even though it was freezing, that was better than the clompy prison-issue clogs.
Sliding into the warm vehicle, I watched Adrian walk around the front before settling in beside me, switching the engine and the radio back on.
“How long will the drive be?” I asked, antsy to get on with it, tears drying up, replaced with niggling anxiety.
“A few hours,” he commented before sticking his hand in his door and pulling out a bottle of water. He handed it to me and pulled away. “Drink up.”
“Ah, best not,” I said. “I’ll only need to pee.”
“That’s not a problem.”
We turned back onto the road and picked up speed. Shrugging, I opened the cap and took a swig, then another.
Even the water tasted better on the outside.
