Chapter 3 The Tease
The Tease
Mira
A Week Later
When I get out of here…you’re mine.
My prisoner reminds me every shift that he plans on committing the most sexually degrading acts against me. It should scare me. It should have me running to Chief Brennan to ask to be reassigned.
But…I like the filthy shit he says to me.
I hate that I’m a stereotype—a female correctional officer flirting with a dangerous inmate.
What’s next? I’m handing him the keys and breaking him out?
That’ll never happen because that type of shit never works out in the end. But that doesn’t mean I can’t engage in a little shameless flirting to help pass the long nights together.
“Come to me, my sweet Mira,” he says in his thick Russian accent, which makes me clench my thighs tightly together.
And yes, we’re on a first-name basis now.
I obey him without pushback because that’s how our little game works.
I bend to his desires as he fulfills my fantasies.
I put a little extra oomph in my walk, making my rounded hips sway back and forth like a pendulum, just how he likes.
My breath catches in my throat when he growls from the shadows of his cell.
He likes to be under the cover of darkness.
I asked him why, and he simply said, “You have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.” He didn’t expound, and I didn’t ask him to clarify.
“How are you this evening?” he asks politely.
One thing that throws me off about Nikolai is that he is well-mannered for a hardened career criminal.
He’s big on respect and won’t take any shit.
If you fuck with him, he’ll fuck with you back.
Hence why Officer McDaniel is on medical leave, and Officer Driscoll had to take his place.
“I’m well. Thank you. And yourself?”
“Frustrated.”
“Frustrated, huh? What has you frustrated?”
“You.”
“Me? What did I do?”
“It’s what you didn’t do; your uniform.”
I glance down and realize I’d buttoned my shirt to the top.
Nikolai hates it when I “hide myself from him.”
I undo the top three buttons, giving him a peek at my ample cleavage.
“Better,” he declares from the darkness.
“Cross your arms and prop those gorgeous tits up for me.” I do as he says, knowing the camera behind me is disengaged.
“Closer,” he urges. I’m stunned when he shoves his hand, palm up through the bars, and tells me to spit.
I do, and he retreats into the darkness again.
I hear rustling, like the sound of clothing being removed, and moments later, I listen to him groaning softly as he whispers in Russian.
I have no idea what the man is saying. Still, the knowledge that he’s masturbating to me is enough to send my pussy into overdrive.
I rush away and sequester myself in the tiny employee bathroom in the basement.
I rip my pants down to my ankles and stumble as I attempt to kick my right boot off.
I manage to free myself before colliding face-first into the porcelain sink.
I prop my foot onto the basin and sink my eager fingers into my already clenching pussy.
My fingers are slick in no time, easily slipping in and out of me.
I think about Nikolai and his filthy words.
When I get out of here, you’re mine.
I will tear you apart.
My cum will look so good on your lips and your pussy.
I’m going to ruin you.
And my personal favorite…
I want to breed you.
My fingers fly in and out of me, and I’m slinging my pussy juices everywhere. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I hold back a scream. My entire body convulses and contracts as I ride out my orgasm.
You’re a fucking headcase, Mira, I chastise, cleaning myself up and making myself presentable again.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask rhetorically when I realize the bathroom is out of hand soap, but I relax when I remember I have hand sanitizer at my desk.
I leave the restroom, and I’m halfway to my desk when Nikolai speaks.
“Did you pleasure yourself while you were away, Mira? And don’t lie, I have an acute sense of smell, and I know what a woman smells like.”
I gulp. I know I shouldn’t feed the flames, but this man has control over me that I’ll never understand.
“I-I did,” I admit.
He hums appreciatively. “Did you think of me?”
“I did.”
“Come to me, my sweet Mira.” And like a wanton woman hypnotized by Dracula, I’m at the cell again. “I think I deserve a taste. It was me who got you off, after all.”
“We can’t—”
“Shhhh,” he whispers softly, demanding my silence. “Your fingers, please.” My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I slide the fingers I used on myself through the bars. “Eyes on me.”
I keep my eyes locked on those glacial peaks he has for eyes, and for a moment, everything stands still when his tongue touches my flesh.
I cry out in shock when he sucks my fingers into his mouth violently.
He’s slurping hungrily on my digits, swallowing them down until I think I’m touching his uvula.
He chokes on my fingers because he’s being so damn greedy, and that turns me all the way the fuck on.
He’s sucking on my fingers like there’s no tomorrow, and I close my eyes when his saliva trickles down to my wrist.
I can’t take much more of this. I think I’m going to come. Shit. God knew exactly what he was doing when he didn’t give me a dick because seeing Nikolai like this is exhilarating.
Coming to my senses, I yank my fingers out of his mouth with a resounding pop.
“Mira—”
“Stop. This can’t happen again.”
“It will. Do you want to know why?” I shake my head. “Because I’ve tasted you, and you’re sweeter than I imagined. I can’t let you go.”
“You don’t have a choice in the matter, Nikolai. You’ll never see the light of day again, and I’m not willing to risk my career any longer.”
I walk away, leaving him to his shadows. I pause when I hear him say, “We’ll see about that.”