Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
KACE
Looking up into the eyes of Nathan and Colson, my sight still blurry from the tears that formed while Colson’s cock was in my mouth, my brain short-circuits. I’m still on my knees with my hands wrapped around the cell bars, and yet, I don’t feel like I’m here at all.
I just sucked an inmate’s cock.
My mind reels over the events of recent.
I didn’t call Nathan Daddy. I was edged as punishment. And less than twenty-four hours later, I’ve turned into their little slut because I was so desperate to satiate that attention I longed for.
I just gave a fucking blowjob to an inmate, after purposefully wearing a pink thong underneath my uniform to please them.
What have I done?
My heart starts beating frantically in my chest as I push up to stand. I swear I can see Nathan and Colson’s mouths move, but I don’t hear anything they’re saying. My face flames and my arms turn to lead.
I need to get out of here.
“Kace!” The sound of my name is rough on one of their mouth’s. I blink, disoriented, and turn my head to look at them more clearly. Their eyes are pinched with concern, clothes back in place, and they stare at me from behind the cell bars in confusion.
When did they put their clothes back on?
“Yeah?” My words are hollow as my mind continues to spin in loops.
I did this on purpose. I literally paid a fucking hacker to turn the cameras off so that I could experience them.
I wanted it to happen.
I think it’s Nathan who speaks. “Kace, Sweetheart. I need you to take a deep breath. You’re safe. We’re not actually going to hurt you. It’s just kink, okay?”
I nod. Except my chest refuses to let in a single breath.
That’s not even why I’m upset.
The hot, stinging sensation of a tear sliding down my face shocks me. And I know this one isn’t from being used.
I’m crying.
I’m crying in front of the men I want.
What the fuck have I done?
My chest aches as my lungs constrict. I don’t even know when I last took a breath. Or have I been hyperventilating? My anxiety attacks can go in either direction. Either I freeze and forget how to breathe entirely, or I breathe as if I just ran a marathon in humid heat.
I’m going to get fired. No. Worse than that. I’m going to prison next.
I’m going to be stuck in this fucking small town for the rest of my life.
My cock still rests in my uniform, hard as a rock, and yet I couldn’t be more disconnected from my body if I tried. Shaking my head, I swallow what feels like a shard of glass in my throat and mutter the only thing I can think to say. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
And I nearly sprint out of the fucking unit.
As soon as I make it to the employee restroom, locking the door behind me, I sit with my back against the cold wall and reach for my phone. Stephen gave me his phone number the very first day I was here, in case any inmates had a medical emergency and he wasn’t in his office.
I don’t hesitate.
Me
Hey. Do you know the supervisor’s number?
Stephen
…
Why?
Me
I need to switch units.
TWO WEEKS LATER
My head pulses from behind my eyelids as the sound of a phone ringing breaks me out of my sleepy haze.
Fucking hell.
How much did I have to drink last night?
As I sit up to grab my phone off the nightstand, my vision swims.
Too fucking much.
“Hello?” I answer groggily, flopping back down onto the mattress.
“Officer Wright?”
That greeting has my back snapping ramrod straight. I pull the phone away from me, cursing internally when I see my supervisor’s name on the screen. So I try to make my voice sound normal, even as my stomach squeezes. “Yes, Sir? How can I help you?”
And why the fuck are you calling me at two in the goddamn morning, I want to ask.
The man sounds tired beyond his years as he sighs. “Thank god you answered. No one else has, and I’m out of options with everyone on vacation. Is there any way you can come in? Now? Officer Peake started vomiting and I sent him home, but now we’re down one. Double pay. Cell Block 2A.”
My eyes widen.
Oh fuck.
God, why did I answer the phone at all? It’s not like I can say no. Double pay as fresh meat at PCI? I’m fucked.
My heart beats faster. “Uhm. Y-yeah. I can be there in thirty minutes.”
His voice comes out tired and relieved all at once. “Thanks, kid. Appreciate you.”
As the call ends, I stare blankly at the floor.
I’d be outright lying to myself if I said I didn’t miss Nathan and Colson.
Work has been even more insufferable since I requested to be moved.
Now I spend everyday just going through the motions—but it needed to be done.
I can’t risk my entire life over the existence of two men who may decide they don’t even want me next week.
Even if I want them more than anyone I’ve ever wanted before.
It’s been even harder than I expected too, because they’ve sent numerous messages. Checking up on me. Wanting to know why I switched. Some messages were meaner—confused. Others were pleading and concerned.
It’s the reason I’ve been drinking again.
And now I have to be their guard, hungover as fuck, with balls so blue that they could be an alien’s plaything, and my heart so full of longing that I don’t know if I’ll even be able to survive the night.
I flop back down on the mattress again. “Fuck!”