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don’t leave, Lucien, then neither do we,” Grinder says and then pauses. “And I really need to leave here, Lucien.”
I can tell he’s taken a step closer but my back is still turned.
“I’m sorry, Grinder,” I say and take one step away.
I hear him take two more steps toward me to match and start to catch up.
This is going to end in a fight. I can tell. There’s only one thing that someone like Grinder will respect. That’s violence.
“It would be very stupid of you to say no, player,” Grinder says and takes one final step towards me that places him at arms length. He’s going to attack. I can tell. The hairs on my neck are pricked and my entire body is tensed. Grinder’s going to do something in the next few seconds.
Which is why I need to act now.
I turn around in a flash and take two fast steps toward Grinder before he has a chance to react. I take my fist and bring it up wildly in an uppercut punch, hitting Grinder in the chin. He lets out a WHOOF as I hit him in the lower stomach with my other arm.
Grinder doubles over and I grab him and turn him, wrapping my forearm from behind him and constricting his neck.
Grinder can’t breathe. He struggles, but those struggles start to subside. I look at his gang. They’re looking to see what happens and how they can defend their leader.
“It would be very stupid to continue to press me on this matter, Grinder,” I say to him, glancing at his men and tightening my forearm on his neck, causing them to stop their advance. Spider has faded to the background.
“I’m going to let you go and turn around and consider this matter settled,” I say in a calm voice. “Got that?”
There are slight movements of Grinder’s gang but after a few seconds, they look downward in defeat. Grinder stops struggling.
With a snarl, I release my choke-hold and toss Grinder toward his gang.
I turn around and begin to walk away. I can tell that Grinder is rubbing his neck. But he does get the last word as I walk from them.
“Just watch your back, Stone,” Grinder says after a wheeze. “You’ve annoyed me today and disappointed me to boot. I don't take either very well.”
No shit. That’s why he’s in fucking prison. But I decide to shrug it off and continue to walk back to the main wing.
It’s the fucking best I can do at this point.
Kerri
Forty-five.
That's how many days it's been since Lucien first took me and made me his in the Alcove. We've gotten to the point where we see each other pretty much every day now. To the point where I expect some reason to find myself in the Alcove waiting when the inmates are released for their few hours of free roam. Because it's different days, I've started taking my lunch and breaks at odd times. Guards and other people I work with will look at me as I go for "lunch" at 10 am in the morning. They don't understand that it's because I spent the entire morning dreaming about how Lucien was going to take me. That my panties were literally sopping wet by the time I made it to the Alcove thinking about Lucien's hard cock.
Why is he affecting me so much? Why am I having trouble concentrating on the simplest of tasks without my mind wandering to think of the next time I’m going to see him? Why can’t I get the thought of Lucien taking me, turning me around, bending me over, ripping off my panties and pushing himself into me out of my head?
It’s like my mind is in a fog when I’m not with him. Like I’m in a coma. And then we do actually meet. And I forget everything. The world fades away. The dark surroundings that we’re in become nothing more than a backdrop. We form our own encapsulated universe.
And then we have sex. It’s like nothing I have ever felt or will ever feel ever again. His cock literally stretches me in every direction when he is inside of me. To the point where I’ve blacked out from coming too hard.
And then afterwards, I sit in a sex coma. Somehow I manage to put my clothes on and get to work. Somehow I get to work, walking bowlegged and unsteady. I sit there, listening to a supervisor talking about changes to medication of prisoners who come in with life threatening wounds from altercations. Or listening to our narcotics auditor going over proper handling of controlled substances. But while I’m there physically, all I can feel is Lucien's cum dripping down out of my pussy, literally soaking my panties. All I can wish for is for it to be the next day, so I can head to the Alcove.
Ten.
That’s how many days ago Lucien told me that he loves me. Literally, he looked me in the eyes, and held my hand and whispered, “I love you, Kerri.” Tears came to my eyes and I wrapped my arms around him. We were naked. He had just fucked the living daylights out of me, coming inside me like a fire hydrant blasting on a hot summer day.
I looked into his eyes, returning his gaze. “I love you too, Lucien Stone,” I said. “I’ve loved you for some time now and it took you long enough to say it.”
Lucien chuckled. “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me first,” he said with an amused gaze in his eye. “That’s what most women do anyways.”
But I wasn’t 'most women.' At least not to him. I mean, I’ve been through my share of men. I’m not a virginal princess. I’ve been dirty. But that was always scratching an itch. With Lucien it feels more real. Like I was meant to do the nastiest, most indulgent, pleasurable things with him. And there was nothing wrong with it because right after having done unspeakable things, I can cuddle up with him and imagine a life outside of the concrete walls that surround us.
