Page 33 of The Way We Rot
“Roger,” a voice came back through, and no one else even bothered to reply. Bunch of lazy fucks on the night shift.
“You better go then, CO Darling,” Karner said, growing snarkier now that she was satisfied, a little of her spark returning. That would not do.
“I have one more thing to give you,” I told her, climbing up her body, leaving her gaping pussy free to the cold room. I wanted to investigate the mess, bury my face in it and see how far I could burrow myself inside her again.
It would have to wait for another time, and shit, there would be another. Many fucking more.While she was mine, she was being used to my full desire. If I was risking everything, I was taking it all, too.
I sat with my thighs on either side of her shoulders and cupped her head, lifting her mouth to my cock. “Suck hard, bitch, we don’t have long.”
Her lips wrapped around me, and she sucked, bobbed her head, and swirled her tongue. But it wasn’t enough. She was enjoying this, and that was a disaster.
I grabbed her hair with both my hands, pulling tight, lifting so she had no choice but to stay where she was or have bald patches amongst the black. She grunted and gasped, but I stole her breath away.
My cock rammed into her throat as I fucked her face, no mercy, no shame, quick and dirty as I used her body for my own sick pleasure and nothing more.Itbuilt, that aching urge to cum, gathering in the base of my gut, shooting up my spine in deep pain.
I was so wound up it only took minutes and I was coming down her throat, losing myself for long stretched seconds as ecstasy crashed through my body, zapping to my cock and balls. “Fuck,” I grunted. “Don’t swallow.”
I wanted to see the evidence, more of myself in her, on her, covered and claimed. Not for anything good.
Yanking my dick from her mouth, I grabbed her chin and squeezed, another burst of pleasure rippling through me at the sight of the fresh milky cum on her tongue, pooling at the back of her throat.
“Gargle,” I said, and she didn’t hesitate, making the cum shift and coat her mouth more as she breathed out through her mouth, the cum bubbling rough and dirty. “Fuck.” My lips smashed to hers, sloppy and salty, a mix of everything we had to give.
I shoved my tongue into her mouth, uncaring about it being good for her, only seeking what I wanted. That evidence — I needed it, craved it.
Her tongue moved, feeding the cum onto mine, and I groaned, rocking my body to hers.
But as fast as I dove onto her, I ripped myself away, off the bed, needing distance.Clarity.
But then she started to shift, to sit up, and that pissed me off. “Don’t move. Lie back down.”
I grabbed her pants and shoved her back down, using the rough material to tie her arms behind her back, making the knot good and tight while she watched, skeptical but not angry.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m not ready for this to be over.” I stood, tucked my spent, sticky cock into my pants and straightened myself out. Adjusting my collar, flattening my hair. She opened her mouth to protest as I strolled away. “You don’t even want to know what I’ll do if you’ve escaped by the time I come back.”
“When will you come back?” she whisper-shouted, incredulous.
I shrugged and walked out, the door slamming behind me. And into my radio, “Karner’s fine, nightmare, she said.”
I lingered at the computer moments longer than I needed to, typing the report slow and steady, each letter important. It made me smirk as I imagined Karner lying prone, waiting and unable to move. Anyone could have walked in on her, but they hadn’t.
I’d spent all night patrolling her hall and those around, letting her listen to my slow, heavy footsteps, wondering if this would be the time I slipped back into her cell and freed her.
With an hour until the end of my shift, and the signs of sunlight glinting through the high up windows, I caved.
Karner glared at me as I returned to her room, still tied up, still on her back with her cum-streaked, blood-stained tits falling down towards her armpits. Her hands were probably dead weights by now.
“I didn’t think you were coming back,” she said, her voice softer than her eyes. I couldn’t work out which was the real Penny — the dagger glare or the gentle, tentative voiced sweet thing biting her lip.
“Of course, I came back,” I said, and for a second, her body softened. I climbed on top of her, my legs on either side of hers, and pinched her nipples, leaning in closer. “If we get caught, I can’t do it again. Need to make each time count.”
Her nostrils flared, and her spine arched in pain when I squeezed her ravaged nipples harder, enjoying the way she winced and squirmed for me. She was so good, so delicious when she was like this.
Completely under my command.
“Please, Adrian, let me go. My arms hurt.” She yelped. “My pussy—”
