Chapter 16
Sixteen
Penny
Adrian’s tongue felt incredible licking over my sore, ravaged body. I cried into my pillow, ignoring the screaming pain in my limbs in favor of how fucking delicious it was having him back between my sore thighs after all that waiting.
I’d been lying here for hours, contemplating everything, falling in and out of sleep while I waited for him to come back, or to leave me to be found by the day shift, full of questions and accusations.
A gaping pussy, cum-streaked skin and no excuse, an addled brain to go along with all of it.
My hole throbbed, stinging slices deep inside.
Every time I tried to relax, the pain was there to remind me of what had happened.
There’s no way they’d believe I did it to myself, and the allegations would just fall on the male staff members, so it wouldn’t serve him to leave me prone.
I’d known he’d come back, but he made me wait hours, to the point he had me questioning reality, drifting in and out of sleep as I tried to build up the will to get myself free.
I could have, I think; it was only cheap fabric keeping me tied up. But I found myself unable to. He had a plan, a clear as day goal to achieve with me, something that he knew.
Like he was trying to prove a point.
I just didn’t know what it was. Only that I was in his mind, I had him. He was risking a lot in doing this with me. What more would he risk? This obsession was good, rewarding, even if he was pushing me to my limits. If it got me what I wanted…
I groaned as Adrian ate my ass and my pussy, running his hands up and down my thighs, sucking all of his cum from my body.
Swirling his tongue like he lived for the stuff.
I wondered if he’d always eaten his own cum, if he gave himself orgasms and then scooped up the spunk, licking it off his fingers and moaning at the taste of his own pleasure.
The thought made my belly squeeze, and despite myself, I pushed onto his face, my eyes damn near rolling back at how feral he was, how desperate. He roamed from my pussy and focused on my ass, laying wet sucking kisses around the rim before groaning as he shoved his tongue deep inside.
I was a mess of sweat and pleasure, my face smashed into my hard mattress, my body bent and exposed for him, with an orgasm barreling toward me.
He pulled away when I was close to coming from his tongue on my ass alone, and yanked my head back — it hurt, the intense strain on my muscles, but I didn’t care when his mouth landed on mine, pushing that now warmed cum between my lips.
We swapped it between each other again, spit and cum dripping down my cheeks and chin, into my hair, and he groaned, shoving his cock into my sore, swollen pussy without warning.
I hadn’t even realized he’d freed his dick from his pants as he tunneled into me. But I clenched around him, bent so out of shape, bones aching, I didn’t know how I’d ever get straight again. Like my spine would be permanently pretzeled.
But I took it. With his tongue in my mouth, swapping his cum back and forth, and his cock in my pussy, slamming into me over and over, I took it.
The day shift must be starting soon. This was so dangerous for him, but he only had eyes for me.
The danger of it for him triggered something in me, a joy at knowing he couldn’t fucking resist.
He was risking it all.
I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me; I’d relish in it, enthusiastic and his willing pet. Because it felt good. Because it would get me what I was seeking.
“Adrian,” I cried against his harsh lips.
“Check yourself,” he grunted.
“Sir, please, please…”
I didn’t know just what I was begging for, but he seemed pleased because his thrusts picked up even more, his breath coming out in sharp pants. He shoved a hand underneath my body, his palm resting against my clit, the movements of his thrusting making me grind against it.
I squeezed around him as I started to come, but he withdrew everything. Tingles raced through me, my vision tunneled, and everything in my body focused on the impending rush of endorphins. Then—
His cock pulled free, his palm went away, his mouth left mine.
My orgasm petered out, tense and ruined, leaving me breathless, slumped forward and aching. I cried into my pillow, ruing the day I’d ever let this man anywhere near me, when he flipped me back over.
My hands fell over my head, less strained, and Adrian stood, looming over me, jacking his cock in his big hand. He leaned down and easily freed my wrists from the pant handcuffs, chucking the fabric across the room as he watched me wither.
I gazed at him, trying to look docile and not raging mad at what he’d done to me. Placid and grateful for my new freedom instead.
“You don’t get to come again, little killer,” he said. “I was already generous in giving you an orgasm earlier. You need to suffer with it.”
I bit my lip, holding in the retort I had on my tongue, and cried out when he splattered cum over my torso, adding to what was already there. How much was inside his balls? Christ.
This man had a real thing for forcing me to stink of him. He took a few measured steps away to survey his artwork, then spared a glance at the watch on his wrist.
“Shit,” he muttered, shoving himself back together, making me watch him return into a reasonable, well-rounded man.
He looked tired, a little rough around the edges with that beard of his growing in again.
But nothing like a man who’d shirked off responsibilities to fuck someone under his command until they were ruined.
He said not a thing as he checked his watch again and straightened himself out for the second time this shift.
“Please tell me you’ll figure out a way for me to get to the showers early,” I muttered, sitting my ass up and stretching my back.
“You’re shit out of luck, little killer,” he said, walking to the door. “I’m off for a few days. Family commitment.”
Family? Like what? A wife? Children? Or something else? I didn’t see a ring, but that didn’t mean anything in a place like this. The COs did everything they could to keep their personal business separate.
I suddenly realized how little I knew about this man.
Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Could I do that?
Tear a family apart to get what I wanted?
I didn’t give a shit about Adrian, but his wife…
any little ones he had hanging off his ankles.
Something like remorse wobbled through my chest. Blinking hard worked to shove it away.
I didn’t get the chance to ask before he was gone, leaving me in sticky cum and spit and sweat, my thoughts whirling.
It itched, the urge to hurt. To cause some damage. I found my mind drifting, shifting and changing, growing darker, that darker, demonic idle hands version of me creeping out.
Striding across the small room, I reached the door and slammed my head against it. Over and over, smack, smack, smack. Desperate for pain, for destruction. If I couldn’t take it out on someone else, it would have to be me.
I smashed my forehead into the metal door until blood dripped into my eyes, until I couldn’t blink through the stream and my vision went red.
He made me docile, he made me do things I never would before, and it twisted me up inside.
Was it real? Was I commanding him, or was Adrian right?
He had the control over me, had pushed my body to limits I wasn’t prepared for.
When I thought I had him, he did his best to remind me I didn’t. He was the one with power. He was the one who could make me do what he wanted. That ruined orgasm, the way he’d tied me up and left me.
Fuck. I wanted it to be me.
Smash smash smash.
I was still naked, covered in red, feral, when the COs came for me, the noise bringing them along. Shouts and panic ensued.
I fell unconscious to the tune of ‘psychiatric hold’ and managed a smile. A change of scenery would be nice.