25. Chapter 25
Chapter 25
I was asleep in my bed when my phone rang in the middle of the night. “Hello,” I answered groggily.
“Hey, it’s me,” Lehra’s voice said quietly.
I popped up, immediately alert, and turned on my bedside lamp. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s me inside your apartment. Don’t attack me or anything.” Then she hung up.
Rubbing at my left eye, I blinked down at my phone. What the…
That’s when I heard footsteps in my hallway and stood, anxiety spearing through me. She pushed open my door and strode in like she owned the place. The black pencil skirt she wore rode high on her thighs—mouth-wateringly high—and her black jacket was fitted. A crimson tie draped down across the white top covering her breasts, and I was amazed she could walk in those damn patent-leather heels she was wearing. She’d tamed her curly hair into a prim bun on top of her head.
“Lehra, why are you—” I was about to ask her why she was fully dressed while I was standing here in my underwear, but she cut me off.
“Shut your mouth, prisoner.” That’s when I noticed the police baton she was pointing at me. “Back on the bed.”
Ahhh, one of the role playing fantasies I’d written down for her . This one had been tough for me because I liked to be in control, and this would leave me as the vulnerable one. I’d debated having her as the prisoner and me the warden, but at the last minute, I’d changed my mind, curious as to what she would do in this scenario.
So far, she’s fucking killing it. My cock is already interested.
I sat on my bed, and she walked toward me, her expression hard. “Do you know who I am?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” she barked, tapping the T hard at the end.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered dutifully, trying to fight my smile. “You’re the warden.”
“Very good, prisoner sixty-nine.” I chuckled at that, and she narrowed her eyes, causing me to school my features and mutter an apology. Lifting the baton, she placed the end of it against my chest and pressed. “Lie back and keep your hands to yourself. Don’t give me a reason to hurt you.”
“Of course, ma’am. Whatever you say.”
Every one of my reservations about being the vulnerable one fled from my brain in an instant. This was fucking hot. She was fucking hot.
She dragged the tip of the baton down my abdomen, watching as it bumped over each of my abs before reaching my crotch. She prodded it and purred, “I’ve been watching you on the cameras in the shower room. Verrrrrry impressive, prisoner.”
I widened my eyes in faux outrage. “You can’t do that. It’s an invasion of my privacy.”
The warden lifted her eyebrows, unimpressed with my complaint. “Let me make one thing clear. This is my prison, and I’m in charge here. Am I understood?” She placed the baton between my legs and pressed upward, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to get her point across.
“Y-yes, ma’am.” I didn’t even have to fake the stammer because she was holding a big black stick against my junk. Strangely enough, my cock decided he liked being threatened by a gorgeous woman and thickened behind my heather-gray briefs. What the fuck, dude?
She pulled back and traced the outline of my dick with the baton. “Why aren’t you wearing your uniform, prisoner sixty-nine?”
“I get hot when I sleep.”
“Hmm,” she mused, still looking at the erection that was growing by the second. “You’ve been here a while. I’d think you’d know the rules by now. What do you think we should do about this breach in protocol?”
“Let it slide?” I asked hopefully, and she shook her head.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” She slid the stick up until it was beneath my chin. “I think you need to be properly punished.”
“Whatever you think, Warden Kincaid. I could wash your car or something.”
Her beautiful lips curled into a catlike smile. “Oh, I’m sure we could come up with something better than that.” Placing the baton on the bedside table, she removed her suit jacket, revealing that the white shirt beneath it was sleeveless.
“This seems highly inappropriate, Warden,” I commented, and her eyes held mine as she slowly untied the crimson tie.
“Remind me again… who’s in charge here?” Her voice was saccharine sweet.
“You are.”
“Good. Now put your hands above your head and hold on to the rail.”
I did, wondering what the hell she was up to, but I didn’t have to wonder long. The warden hitched up her skirt and straddled my chest, using the tie to bind me to my wooden headboard.
I knew the instant her wet pussy made contact with my chest that she wasn’t wearing panties, and my cock throbbed a hard beat of approval in my underwear. She was as aroused as I was, her divine scent reaching my nostrils and making me groan.
“What?” she asked with a sigh as she scooted back until she was sitting on my aching cock.
“Are you going to force me to eat your pussy, ma’am?”
Please say yes. Please, for the love of god, say yes.
She scooped up the wetness she’d left on my chest and scowled at me. “If you are a very good boy while I’m getting myself off on this magnificent cock,” she swiveled her hips, and I almost came on the spot, “then I might allow you to lick your cum from my very tasty cunt.”
Then she stuck her finger into my mouth and ordered, “Clean me.”
Holy fucking shit. She is going hardcore with this little fantasy, and I’m loving every second of it.
Locking my eyes with hers, I rolled my tongue around and around her finger, savoring every drop and relishing the desire that darkened her eyes.
Her soft hands slid down my abs as she shimmied backward until her knees were on either side of my shins. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of my briefs, she slid them down to my thighs, smiling when my dick came into view, fully erect against my stomach.
Her thumbs smoothed against the front of my hip bones as she lowered her head and licked a hot trail up my length.
“Fuuuuck,” I hissed.
“I’ve never had a cock this big in my mouth. Do you think I can take it?”
I gave her a lazy smirk. “I’m sure you’re a woman of many talents, Warden.”
Her cheeks twitched with a restrained smile before she lifted my dick and wrapped her lips around the head. When her gray eyes met mine, she sank her sweet mouth slowly down onto me until I touched the back of her throat.
“Oh my fucking god,” I cried out, my hips lifting from the bed and shoving my cock down her throat. She gagged, pulled back a little, and then deepthroated me again. My breaths were coming in harsh pants as she began bobbing her head up and down my shaft, her movements slow and tortuous.
She had the absolute hottest mouth I’d ever been in. Tight lips. Constantly moving tongue. And just the barest hint of teeth.
I was gritting my molars to maintain my composure when the warden lifted her head and took my length in her small hand as she tasted my balls, first one and then the other. Every lash of her tongue brought me higher and higher, closer to that peak that I knew would undo me as she stroked me with hard, fast pumps.
“Your mouth is perfect,” I groaned as she took my dick back inside that warm cavern. “I like watching your lips stretch around my cock.”
She hummed when a gush of pre-ejaculate dripped onto her tongue, and then she really went to town on me. I lifted my hips, fucking up into her mouth, and she stopped.
“Be. Still,” she commanded.
Fuck. “Sorry, Warden. You just suck my dick so good.”
She held my hips down with two hands and went back to work. As she sped up, my back strained off the mattress and my arms tugged at the restraint holding me to the headboard. I could have easily snapped the damn thing, rolled her over, and fucked her mouth until I came, but I was trying my best to give her the lead.
It was hard to give up control, but it was also exhilarating as hell watching her confidence in this scene. My head pressed hard into the pillow, and my jaw tightened so brutally, I was afraid I’d snap a tendon.
“I’m about to come,” I gritted out, my entire body shaking with effort to hold back. She was so damned good at this.
The warden pulled back to the tip, swirling her velvety tongue around the head a few times before releasing me with an audible pop. “Not yet,” she cooed, rising up onto her knees and unbuttoning her shirt.
My eyes followed every movement as I inhaled lungfuls of air. I’d never been this fucking turned on in my life. She shrugged off her shirt, and my eyes traced a line between her hard nipples.
“Your tits are so fucking pretty, but I bet that cunt would be even prettier swallowing my cock,” I told her boldly.
She crawled up my body, dragging her wet pussy over my length as her mouth hovered over mine. “You’ve got an awfully dirty mouth, prisoner. If I were wearing panties, I’d stuff them in there to shut you up.”
“Next time,” I suggested, and her lips arched into a coy smile. “Will you untie me so I can touch you?”
“Ohhh, I don’t think so,” she purred, licking at my lips. As soon as I lifted my head to kiss her, she pulled away and grinded down onto my throbbing erection. “It would be a shame to let a big, hard dick like this go to waste.”
“Such a shame,” I agreed, my voice gritty with desperation.
Straightening at the knees and hips, she took me in her hand and positioned herself on my tip. With our eyes locked together, she spread her legs and sank down on me in one unhurried motion. We both moaned our pleasure.
“Mmmm, you are a big boy, aren’t you?”
“And you’re a very sexy girl. Let your hair down for me.”
She was sheathing me so tightly, holding herself still as she reached up and released her bun. A riot of blonde curls draped down over her shoulders, taking her from sleek prison warden to sex kitten in about five seconds.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Now ride this cock like you own it.”
Her gray irises flared with mischief. “I do own it.”
Goddamn right you do.
She began to move, and her motions were so fluid, so sensual, I had to bite down on my inner cheek to keep from coming just from watching her. Sliding her hands up her stomach, she gripped her breasts, rolling those rosy nipples as her head tilted back and her cunt slid up and down my thick length.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was so fucking beautiful, lips parted and eyes closed as she rode me slowly. Her hip movements were nothing short of erotic, rotating in a deliberate swivel on every downstroke.
My hands itched to touch her, but I didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment as she lost herself in the carnal act of fucking. Shoving my own desires to the wayside, I clenched my ass muscles, raising my hips a few inches off the bed and letting her use me for her own pleasure.
“God, yes!” Her cry was deep and throaty as she dropped her hands to my abs and grinded her clit against my piercing. Her rhythm picked up a notch, her head tilting back to form the most tempting arch of her neck. I wanted to sink my teeth into that soft spot on the left side, the one I’d found when we’d spent the night together a couple weeks ago. The one that made her go wild.
The tightness of her pussy increased to the point where I was pretty sure she was going to break my cock. And then she came. It was absolutely breathtaking. The air stalled in my windpipe, and I watched in awe as her body trembled above me, her cries of pleasure filling the room.
When her orgasm began to fade away, I let out a loud exhale when her sated gaze met mine. A slow, sexy grin draped itself across her lips, and she leaned over me to untie my hands. I took full advantage of the tits hanging right over my face and lapped at one rock-hard nipple. She let out a little whimper and shimmied back down my body.
“It’s your turn,” she whispered, rolling her hips and resting her nose against mine. I didn’t waste a second, sliding one hand to her round ass and one into her hair to pull her lips to mine. Then I thrust upward as our tongues tangled together.
My burning needs hit front and center, my entire body demanding a hard, fast climax. Over and over, I shoved my cock crudely up into her, our bodies slamming together with loud clapping sounds that rocked the entire bed.
I came only a minute later, roaring my release into her mouth. Her pussy walls were clenching rhythmically around me, telling me she was about to come again, but my erection was deflating like a balloon after that epic orgasm. Fuck, gotta take care of my girl.
Before I’d even caught my breath, I hauled her off my dick and up my body until her knees rested on either side of my face. Then I slipped two fingers into her wetness and devoured her clit with long laps, hard sucks, and tiny bites.
She pressed her hands against the wall and rode my face and my fingers, once again losing herself in the pleasure. I could feel my own release inside her, could taste the mingling of us dripping out onto my tongue. She was the only woman I’d ever come in, so this was the first time I was experiencing it. I found it sexy as hell.
“Fuck. Coming,” she panted, clamping down around my fingers and letting out a scream. She shuddered, dropping her head down and breathing heavily as she rode the last flutters of her orgasm away.
I tugged her gently until she was lying beside me, engulfed in my arms and covered with my kisses. “You were such a badass, Lehra.” Nuzzling her ear, I nipped at the lobe. “So fucking hot.”
She seemed to love my praise, her lips curved into a satisfied smile. Her hand made slow circles on my ass, and then she gave me a light smack. “Next time maybe I’ll spank you.”
A chuckle escaped my throat. “Maybe I’ll let you.” There was no maybe about it. Any dirty and depraved thing this woman wanted, I would do. I was so in love with her.
A few minutes later, she rose from the bed and went to the en suite bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and the water running, and then she returned with a cloth in her hand. She proceeded to remove my underwear the rest of the way and clean me up before telling me she’d be right back. Tugging her skirt down and pulling on her shirt, she left the room. When she came back, she handed me a bottle of water and ordered me to drink while she gently rubbed my hair.
I was blown away. Was she giving… aftercare? To me? I’d always thought the guy should be the one to do that, but… damn. She had been the one in charge tonight. And I couldn’t deny it made me feel cared for and special.
With a coy smile, she took my discarded boxer briefs and informed me, “I’m keeping these.”
Bellowing out a laugh, I said, “Okay, Warden.” When she turned to leave, my eyebrows furrowed. “Where are you going?”
“To my office,” she said, taking on her Warden Kincaid posture once again. “And prisoner?” she asked as she reached the door to my bedroom.
“Yeah?”
“You can wash my car tomorrow.”
And she strutted out, leaving me stunned but with a big grin on my face.