Page 38 of The Way We Rot
I didn’t swallow, catching every drop on my tongue even though I was desperate to feel it flood down my throat. Hot and slick and savory.
“Show me,” he demanded, and I looked up, his softening cock still between my lips. I could stay here,suckling on him, licking up any drops he gave me over the course of hours.
This was giving him what he wanted. And in return…
I pulled free with reluctance and parted my lips, showing him the pool of cum on my tongue, waiting to be swallowed.
Adrian gathered spit in his mouth and dripped it into mine, mixing with the pooling cum. He looked so satisfied as he shoved himself back into his pants, and I remained on my knees, mouth open.
“Now you can swallow,” he told me, and I did. I guzzled his cum down with a grateful gulp, moaning at the taste of him. We stared at each other. It felt like hours but was probably just seconds. A power balance rippled between us, passing back and forth like waves on the shore. Who had it? Was it me, with the secrets I now kept? Or was it him, with the cuffs and the keys?
“Get up, sit back down,” he said, trying to break the moment. Without a word, I slipped under the table and returned to my chair, cuffing myself back in without looking at him.
It was a struggle to meet his gaze after that, but I did, with wide eyes and bitten, cock-sucking bruised lips, I looked up.
There was warmth on his face, which surprised me. He’d never shown me anything other than lust and hate before. I thought he was growing to care, that whatever this was had been working in its own quiet way, but that look he gave me then, with the taste of his cum still on my tongue, affection. Or maybe obsession. I’d take either one.
Excitement was hard to hide. So, I smiled at him.
His fondness evaporated, and my smile was only a moment behind. Shit.
Before either of us could say a word, Nurse Dean strode back in, picking up on none of the sexual tension in the room as he wiped his hands down the front of his shirt and yawned.
“Your time is almost up, CO Darling,” he said to Adrian, ignoring me. “Did you get everything you needed?”
“Yes,” Adrian replied, his eyes tearing from mine. “She’s fine to return to the main prison. We’ll giveher two more days of recovery here, then I expect her returned.”
“Really?” Dean straightened, surprise across his pudgy face. “But the warden was quite clear—”
“The warden left it to me to make the judgment. And as Miss Karner is a very violent inmate, she’s safer back in her cell in Block A where I can keep an eye on her.”
Dean looked like he wished to say more, but held it in, nodded instead. He cared; that was clear, but not enough to rock the boat.
That bubble of excitement within me grew like butterflies in my stomach. Like spiders trying to claw their way out of my mouth, and I had to bite my cheek not to smile again.
It was working.
He wanted me back.
Couldn’t bear to have me away.
He was breaking protocols and rules to get me back under his thumb. I didn’t meet his eyes as Nurse Dean led me from the room, but I did make sure to run my fingers along the table as I walked past Adrian.
A small thing, but a moment to show my feelings lingered.
I wanted him too.
Eighteen
Penny
They kept me away from the others. I don’t know how or why Adrian had managed it, if it was to protect me or to show dominance, but I was alone even more than before. It had me questioning his motives. When I sat in the quiet, contemplating, I couldn’t figure it out. Control? Obsession?
Even my meals got delivered on a little tray three times a day, and I wasn’t allowed in the yard for rec time anymore. I would have been better off staying in the crazy ward, or even down in the hole. At least there I had expectations, knew what would happen. Here, stuck in my cell, not knowing if I would see someone, well, it became maddening.
And so boring. Everything was so damn boring now. No one to mess with, nothing to do but stare at the wall and think of that man who had my life in his grip. We’d fallen into a dangerous pattern, one wherehe had me on the end of his rope, like a sad old donkey with the juiciest carrot.
Adrian started coming to my cell most nights, fucking me, wrecking me, not letting me orgasm. And when he didn’t show up, it was destabilizing. The predictability ruined me, setting me on edge. Angry, horny, cold, he showed up. And when he didn’t, I spent the whole night waiting.
