Chapter 14
Fourteen
Penny
Waking up to a CO pinning you down was never a fun time, meant you’d messed up in some way, forgotten to hide something, or been found out breaking the rules. Being woken up in prison by anyone jumping on you was a nightmare.
But with CO Darling’s thighs bracketing my body, his heavy weight crushing me just enough, I knew I had him.
He was thinking about me, risking things, changing plans.
I gave him a wicked grin, and his hand snaked up my throat to my chin, squeezing.
Meek. I needed to be meek. Submissive. His touch so close to my throat freaked me out, but I held it in.
Why was that so damn hard?
Even though he didn’t bring out the same fear in me, the same violent reaction that other men did – which was something to consider in itself – I still couldn’t let myself sink for him. Not truly.
His touch twisted me up inside. I craved it, hated it all at once.
“What do you think you’re smiling at?” he growled, his eyes so dark in this lack of light. He was a shadow above me, a sleep demon, a feral, wicked thing come to ruin me and all my goodness. What little of it I had, anyway.
“You,” I told him. “You came to see me.”
“I came to hurt you.”
A shiver rippled through me, excitement or fear?
“Then do it,” I whispered, straining up, noting how much closer he was getting to my face, leaning down.
With slowness I moved, without him even realizing we were almost nose to nose.
I pushed up and kissed him on the mouth, a quick peck, and he threw himself away with a grunt.
He removed himself all the way to the door, and I thought for a second he was about to leave.
After all that fuss.
“If we’re going to do this,” he muttered, striding back over. “You’re going to follow everything I say.”
“And what if I don’t?” I sat up, sliding my legs over the edge of the bed. “What if I make you do what I say?” I was playing with fire; he was in no mood. But those were often the best ones to toy with.
“Penelope Karner, you will take whatever I give you and be grateful, or—” He halted his words.
“Or what?” I asked, tilting my head. There was that power again. The power he had over me, physically with his strength, and with his role in my life. It was Adrian who could snatch things away from me, tell lies and have me locked away even more than I already was.
I studied him for a moment, waiting for his response, eager for it; the lies, the demands, any of it… what would it take for a man like him to commit sin for me?
“Or I’ll have to hurt you, push you, show you exactly who is in control in this situation, ruin you, little killer.”
And there it was. What he needed from me to fall.
“Tell me what to do,” I whispered.
If possible, his eyes darkened more, and his hand moved to his crotch, giving his dick a good squeeze as he rested on the door, the handle so close to his free hand, like he might run any second. “We going to do this?” he asked. His voice had an edge, the pain of restraint.
I nodded, forcing myself into the docile little lamb box he wanted from me. I even nibbled at my lip, widened my eyes. He was on the verge of falling for it; I just knew.
“Then remove your clothes, give them to me.” He held out an expectant hand, relenting at last.
It really didn’t take long to strip out of prison wear, and in a few short moves, he had my clothes in his grasp, my dignity. He let the fabric drop to his feet.
“Now come here,” he demanded. I walked on bare feet to him, having backed away in all my nakedness. His eyes scanned me from head to toe as I moved, slow and careful, like he was a wild animal I needed to appease.
And in a lot of ways, he was.
I stopped within touching distance of him, expecting him to grab me or force me to my knees, but he slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out another soda bottle. This one was Fanta, and again, it swam with a milky fluid at the bottom.
“Quite the sweet tooth you have,” I commented, my eyes on the bottle.
He shrugged, and after a beat, handed it to me. “Back on the bed, head against the wall, feet on the mattress, thighs spread.”
Well, with clear commands like that…
I did as he asked, making sure my ass jiggled as I crossed back over, crinkling the plastic in my hand as I did. Moving myself into position, my skin shivered at how heavy his gaze was on me. I had him rapt as I spread my legs and showed him my pussy, already wet for him.
I’d been bone fucking dry in my sleep, but he had me soaked through already. Just that growly voice, a few commands, and he was playing me like a fiddle.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Pour some of my cum over your pussy and rub it in, swirl it around your clit, fuck it into your hole. Get yourself nice and sloppy.” His words were thick with lust, and the tent in his pants had grown. He was no longer touching himself, though, only watching, head tilted forward, eyes heavy.
His cum was cold as I poured it over my pussy, right from the bottle. It made me yelp a little at the temperature difference, but shit, it was sexy. I rubbed it through my pussy lips and groaned at how slick I became, moving his fluid around my clit, under the hood, and down towards my hole.
It dripped toward my ass, and I scooped it back up, bringing it to my lips to suck the flavor off.
He tsked at me. “Did I tell you to do that?” He took a step closer, away from the door at last, drawn in.
“I needed to taste you, sir,” I whispered, smiling to myself at the way the name made him freeze up for a second. Sir or CO Darling, I remembered.
“Only when I say so.”
I bit my lip and looked at him. “Are you going to punish me?”
He fell to his knees at my bedside and wrapped his hands around my hips, yanking me forward so my ass was hanging clear off the bed. I gasped, scrambled for purchase, my head bending at an awkward angle against the wall.
“This pussy isn’t nearly sloppy enough for what I have planned,” he said, before leaning in and giving me a lick. I almost cried out, but threw a hand over my mouth to calm it, biting into the side of my palm as he tongued my clit and sucked his cum up, groaning vibrations into me.
From my curved position, I could see him work, gathering up what I’d spread and pushing it into my hole.
“And what do you have planned?” I asked, breathy, my nipples pointed hard, my clit aching.
He smirked against me, bit my clit, and pressed three fingers inside me all at once. This time, his free hand came up and slapped against my mouth to stop my cry from the intrusion.
“I’m wondering how many fingers we can get inside you, little killer. Do you think I can make you my puppet?”