Chapter 6 - Alice
ALICE
As the infirmary doors close behind me, I’m on the verge of a breakdown. My mind is a storm, still anchored back in the yard where I was surrounded by men.
So many of them, staring at me like a slab of fresh meat.
Three days in solitary, and I was praying to be let out. To see the sun, smell the fresh air. But I knew it would never happen. Not until Killian said so. Which is why I was so surprised when that random guard, the one with the mustache, showed up and told me it was time for exercise.
It felt wrong to go with him. You have to wait for Killian. That’s what I told myself. But what was I supposed to do? Disobey a guard’s orders? So I let him take me outside, and within seconds, I was surrounded.
Eyes…that’s what I remember most. Bloodthirsty eyes, plotting and planning as they scoured over me, not even seeing me as a person but as a simple object of desire.
Even now, I can still feel their hot, sweaty bodies against me. Smell their sour musk as they closed in. Their hands, fingers, groping at me, knowing I was helpless to fight back.
But then he showed up.
Killian.
He strode into the crowd like Thor, parting the sea of madmen as he walked over to me. What could I do but kneel before him?
He’s here to save me! I thought. And then his lips moved.
“Causing trouble again?”
I couldn’t believe it. My stomach sank and my mind blanked. I zoned out completely as I was hauled from the yard—not by him but by one of his cronies.
For a moment, I actually allowed myself to believe that he cared about me. But now as I sit on the infirmary bed and look up to see Killian staring down at me, his eyes cold and firm, I realize I’m just another inmate.
How could I be so stupid to think he would ever have real feelings for me? The better question is, why do I even want him to?
“Examine her,” he barks at the doctor, who quickly starts going over my body with gloved hands. I squirm back against his touch but feel myself drifting off again.
There’s nothing I can do. I’m not a person here. Just a number.
“I told you not to make a scene,” he growls. “These men here…they’re starving for a woman. Don’t you understand that!?”
His words sting like needles. I curl up and retreat into myself. It’s like my favorite teacher scolding me while I beg for his approval. Without meaning to, I’ve disappointed him. Caused trouble for him.
If only I could make him understand that this was not my fault!
“Maybe solitary confinement wasn’t enough. Maybe I need a new form of punishment for you.”
I flinch against the doctor’s hand as he touches a brand-new bruise on my arm. One of the men in the yard grabbed me just before Killian showed up.
“That hurts!” I yelp before I realize what I’m doing. I raised my voice? In this place? I know what comes next: punishment.
My eyes snap to Killian as he rolls his shoulders back, making him look even taller than usual. Keeping his gaze on me, he barks to the doctor, “Get out.”
Without a word, the doctor backs his way to the door. The guard opens it for him, and Killian waves a hand. “You too. I’ll conduct the exam myself. This one is…extra troublesome.”
“Sir,” they reply in unison before stepping out. Killian closes the door behind them and with a single strike from his palm slaps the deadbolt in place, locking us in.
My pulse quickens. I fight to stop myself from panting. Staring at him in his suit, holding his punishment rod by his side—it’s too much. I can’t take it. He’s just too handsome. Starting to feel faint, I just have to look away.
He moves closer. I hear the clicking of his boots against the cold floor. Feel the gravity of his presence like a physical touch as he closes in on me.
The tension in the air is like a match about to be struck.
He stops at the bed, and I keep my eyes down. I can see the rod by his side and just know he’s going to use it on me. Finally, I will feel its sting.
But what happens next genuinely shocks me.
“I know you’re innocent,” he says, his voice softer than moments ago when the doctor and guard were here. My lips tremble as I look up at him.
“You–you do?”
This better not be another trick. Another one of his methods of pulling me apart.
He nods, and hope lights within me like a lighthouse shining into the night.
“And it’s my fault, Alice,” he sighs. “You’ve been sent here by someone with a grudge against me. To set me up. To cause me to fail.”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”
He reaches out, placing a soft hand against my bruised arm. But this time, it doesn’t hurt. His touch is so soft, like a feather caressing my skin.
Competence. So much authority. Strong hands igniting my nerve endings with heat, sending a flush up my neck to my cheeks.
“You don’t have to understand, Alice,” he says, his voice low. “Just know that I believe you and I will protect you.”
Finally. Someone believes me!
I almost can’t believe it. A single tear falls from my eye, but Killian wipes it away, shaking his head. “No. Don’t cry, Alice. Everything will be all right.”
He leans in, and the tension in the room snaps. The match lights, and a fire begins to burn in my chest. I look up at him, and he pushes me down on the bed and mounts me, one knee on either side of my face.
A timid gasp escapes my lips as I look at it—the unmistakable bulge of arousal between his legs. The seams of his pants about to burst. The teeth of his fly spreading apart.
“Those are the things I can do for you, Alice,” he says. “But what I can’t do is continue to restrain myself.”
“Killian…”
“As warden of Last Rites, I should punish you for causing a scene today.” He extends his tongue and licks his lips, eyes flaring like hot sparks. “But I’ll take mercy on you, Alice. Your punishment will be…”
His voice trails off as he drags his gaze across my body, making me aware of every tiny inch.
“Pleasure.”
He said it. And I know what he means. I know what he wants. And it scares me almost more than those men in the yard did today.
My chest heaves as he unbuttons my jumpsuit, letting my breasts spill out against the cool air. His face lights up as he leans down and puckers his lips, taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking, straddling the line between gentle and rough.
I‘m losing control. The feeling pries my jaw open, and I gasp, my hands gripping the mattress as he continues down, tugging at the dirty fabric that conceals the rest of me.
“I’ve tried so hard to control myself, Alice,” he mutters, almost like he’s talking to himself.
He reaches the V of my legs and pauses, like a man about to leap from a bridge.
“But with you, it’s impossible. You had me crawling around on the floor, breaking my own rules as warden…
and now I simply can’t hold back any longer. But you know that, don’t you?”
What? What is he asking me? His question shocks me, but at the same time, it cracks something open inside me where an answer was hiding. Something I’ve known for a while now but didn’t have the courage to confront.
Killian does care for me. That’s why he threw the guards out of the room for my examination. Why he placed me in solitary—so I wouldn’t be near the other men. Why he rescued me and has me here now alone.
The realization rocks me to my core. My cheeks prickle with excitement as I manage to nod.
“Yes. I know.”
A look comes over him, like two puzzle pieces falling into place. And with a firm and final tug, he strips me of my jumpsuit and I lie naked beneath him.
The third time…
His dominance and authority are so attractive. I notice for the first time a hint of gray near his temples and realize just how little I know about this man.
“Killian, how old are you?” I ask timidly. His lips twitch, and he grins down.
“Thirty-six. Why?” he winks. “Too old for you, my little young thing?”
I shake my head adamantly as a desperate ache forms in my belly and moves down. “No, not at all.”
He rises up, tosses his suit jacket aside and unbuttons his shirt, revealing more muscles than I had anticipated.
His chest is carved out of marble, like a master sculptor’s vision of the ideal male body. His six-pack looks impossible, tapering down into his dark pants, and pulsing veins run up his thick forearms to his swollen biceps.
“Yeah, you like it, don’t you?” he asks, unbuckling his belt. “A man twice your age being obsessed with you. Bringing him to his knees with your sexy eighteen-year-old body?”
The ache in me grows. He’s right. He’s so right.
“Y-yes…”
He growls down at me, and that’s when it happens.
He tugs his belt off and unzips his pants, and his cock springs out like a flagpole, long and hard, veiny and swollen, with some kind of liquid dripping from its tip.
My brain can’t even process what’s happening.
A penis. The first one I’ve ever seen. And it’s hard…because of me.
“That’s right, five-oh-seven-five,” he grunts, leaning down against me, using my prison name. “That is what you do to me. What I’ve been living with since I first set eyes on you.”
I gasp as he snatches me by the hair and pulls my face to his, bending my head back, arching my body as he slants up over me. His eyes are hungry, almost desperate as he drags his tongue up my neck, up my chin and to my lips.
“You may be innocent,” he says. “But you are a bad girl, and after I take you, you won’t be innocent anymore.”
The rake of his tongue has my body aching with urgency. The throbbing need between my legs is growing, and I already feel the familiar slick dripping down, wetting the sheets beneath me.
“Don’t worry, angel, I’ll make sure to be gentle,” he says, pressing his smooth, swollen tip against my wetness. “You’re in good hands.”
Oh my, this is really happening!
He presses forward, and I feel myself open for him. At first, there’s discomfort. Soft flesh dividing for his enormity. But for some reason, it reminds me of the way he held me down in the shower and forced me through the discomfort, driving me to a second climax that I never thought possible.
The pain that follows isn’t pain…it’s a stimulant. He’s so hard for me. He wants me. And as he groans, my desperation takes over.
“Is it good?” I ask him. “Sir…?”
“You called me sir,” he growls, dropping his weight down upon me. “Just like I told you…”
“Those are the rules, right?”
He pumps, spreading me wider, moving deeper in. The sting flares, but what follows is mind-blowing.
“Goddamn, that’s a virgin pussy,” he snarls, his hot body tensing against me.
“It’s good?”
I want to please him so badly. It’s the only thought in my mind.
“You have no idea,” he whispers, starting to thrust faster. “You’re perfect, angel. You know that? Doesn’t it hurt? Your first time?”
Draping my arms around his shoulders as I open my legs, casting myself into the pain that carries pleasure with it, I whimper into his ear. “It hurts so good, sir.”
A growl erupts from his throat that shakes the walls of the room. I breathe deeply, drowning myself in his scent as hot beads of sweat fall from his chest and onto my face.
“I’ve wanted this so bad, angel. You have no fucking idea.
I’m already almost coming.” He grits his teeth and embeds the rest of his length in my channel.
I cry out as he begins to rut faster and faster, pumping his hips with desire, running his hands over every inch of my body.
“This pussy fits me like a glove. It was made for me, wasn’t it? ”
I nod feverishly, tingling all over as heat radiates out from my center. Knowing I’m pleasuring him has me on fire.
He reaches back and reveals his phone, unlocks it, and shows me a livestream of countless cameras in the prison, showing men in their cells, men in the yard, men in the cafeteria.
“Made for me,” he repeats. “Not them.”
God, I don’t know what to do with myself. He’s talking so dirty to me, and I barely know how to take him.
But seeing all those men on the screen, knowing they can’t see me, and knowing what they would do to me if they had the chance, awakens a side of me I never knew existed.
“Not them,” I mewl as my private muscles clamp down and I erupt, screaming as more slick gushes from my hole, making a wet, slapping sensation with every thrust he pounds into me.
His eyes widen, like he wasn’t expecting me to go off so soon. I feel his hardness flex inside me, stretching me as I grip him tightly like a fist.
I stare up at the screen—all those men who want me. But they can’t have me.
“Only you can have me,” I whisper.
“Alice, I’m going to come inside you. I have to.”
I nod. “Do it. I want to feel it, sir.”
“You’re not on birth control, are you?”
I shake my head, the fire raging in my chest as his girth grows and grows until I’m sure he’s going to burst.
“No. Why would I be? You’re the first to ever have me, Killian.”
Shooting like a star, I clench down tighter around him. His head snaps back, and his fingers snatch a fistful of my hair. He seems to double in size as he goes off. And that’s when I feel it.
A powerful jet of hot, sticky wetness that sprays into me, coating my walls, driving in like it’s going for my womb.
“I’m gonna get you pregnant, angel,” he whispers, his face twisted tight in rapture as he goes balls-deep in me.
I clamp my thighs around him, pulling him closer.
“Do it,” I tell him as he erupts inside me. “Do it!”
I’ve never felt more elated, more thrilled with anything I’ve ever done. Pleasing this man is the height of my life. Knowing how badly he’s wanted me and seeing that want on his face now—feeling it expressed between my thighs—it’s almost too much to handle.
I’m bawling. Not from despair but from pleasure. Delight.
He used to be pulling me in two directions, but now I only feel one.
The one that leads straight to him. To something more.
He thrusts once more, so firm and so deep, as if locking us together for eternity, then envelops my lips with his in the most ferocious kiss imaginable.
This time, I know how to kiss him back—or at least I try.
I’ll learn. I’ll get better. I’ll be his everything and please him day after day.
And he’ll protect me. He’ll make things right.
I open my mouth to thank him, but there’s a knock on the door.
“Sir,” a voice barks from outside. “There’s something here that requires your attention.”