17. Chapter 17
Sasha
The block was settling for the night. Lights were dimmed and voices lowered. Bodies arranged themselves for sleep or restlessness or whatever passed for it in here. I was flat on my back, phone balanced loosely in my hand, staring at nothing.
The buzz of an incoming text vibrated through my hand.
Addy: Are you brooding, plotting, or ignoring me?
Always brooding and plotting, but never ignoring you, Little Devil.
Why would I have gone through all this trouble to be able to talk to you, just to ignore you?
That was true in more ways than I would have liked. If she knew how much further this ‘trouble’ really extended, she’d be running for the hills.
Addy: You say things like that and expect me not to overthink them?
I expect you to do exactly what you’re doing. You’re very consistent that way.
Addy: Rude.
Addy: Also, untrue. I’m super inconsistent, you can literally ask anyone.
I think it’s accurate. You might be inconsistent to them, but not to me. Maybe I’m just different from the rest.
I rolled the phone in my palm, grounding myself in the weight of it.
Addy: You’re very intense for someone lying in a prison bunk.
You have no idea.
Tell me what you’re doing right now.
Addy: Depends. Are you asking politely or doing this thing where it sounds polite but absolutely isn’t?
I shifted on the mattress, feeling the tension roll in, low and familiar.
I don’t do polite very well.
I’m curious how close you are to thinking about me.
Addy: This feels suspiciously like foreplay for someone who can’t touch me.
I laughed quietly under my breath.
You’re assuming foreplay requires hands.
Addy: So what, then? You just think very hard at people until they get uncomfortable?
I smiled despite myself, which felt like a personal failure.
If that worked, I’d have been free years ago. Trust me, Little Devil, the only uncomfortable thing you’d experience is me stretching you open.
Hypothetically, of course.
The block was quiet now. Every sound was amplified, and every thought seemed louder than it should have been.
Addy: Sure, buddy. You know this is kind of what dudes with pencil dicks say.
When you think about it, foreplay is anticipation and attention. It’s letting someone know exactly where your focus is and refusing to look away.
Addy: You’re being very confident for a man with a steel bed and a curfew.
Confidence isn’t situational in my world. It’s just practice.
There was a pause. I imagined her staring at the screen, as though she were deciding whether to advance or retreat. So far, she had never retreated.
You still haven’t answered me.
Addy: I’m lying in bed.
Addy: Fully clothed, if that’s what you’re fishing for.
I wasn’t fishing.
My grip tightened around the phone.
I just wanted to know if you were restless like I am.
Addy: You make it sound like that’s my fault.
I mean … it’s not not your fault.
Addy: Kind of sounds more like a you problem tbh.
For now, maybe. She had no idea how close we actually were to it becoming a very real problem for her, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
The things I’d fucking do to you, Little Devil. I’d shut that sassy mouth of yours right up.
Addy: Big talk from a guy who got locked up as a teenager
Harsh
Addy: Hypothetically, just out of curiosity…
Addy: How exactly would you do that?
How about you come and find out
Addy: Haha.
Addy: Just admit you’re all talk. It’s fine
When I get out of here, I’ll show you
That’s a fucking promise
When, not if. And once I left this shithole behind, there would be nothing stopping me from getting my girl.
Addy: What if I want you to tell me now?
Show me how badly you want it and I might consider it.
Here, I’ll even go first
My phone wasn’t the newest, but the camera was good enough to get the job done. I angled it down, for once grateful for the threadbare material of the white shirt I’d been issued, and snapped a picture of my abs silhouetted against the cotton.
If she zoomed in, she might even catch a glimpse of the outline of my cock against the orange jumpsuit. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I hit ‘Send’.
Your turn
Addy: You want a picture?
Yeah
If you want me to tell you what I’ll do to you
There was no response for a minute, then two, then three. I almost thought I’d pushed her too far, but just as I was considering backtracking, the phone buzzed again.
Hastily, I tapped on the picture she’d sent, my eyes nearly rolling back before roaming over the screen and taking in every inch of skin. My little devil’s tits, a perfect handful topped with the prettiest pierced nipples I’d ever seen were gracing my eyeballs.
Biting my knuckles to hold back the groan threatening to escape, I zoomed in greedily.
Yup. That’ll do it.
Goddamn, I’m a lucky motherfucker.
Addy: Glad to know you’re aware of your fortune
First time I’m feeling fortunate in about a decade
Addy: I’m nothing if not generous
I’ll return the favor, baby
Addy: Yeah?
Addy: And how are you gonna do that?
A surprised but nonetheless pleased huff of laughter escaped me as I adjusted myself in the bunk. These things were too fucking small.
She probably hadn’t even noticed it had stopped being hypothetical in her mind, but I sure as hell had.