Prison Break (5 page)

She didn't want to tell him, because she
didn't buy the outfit for him.

“Well?” he prodded.

“A zip front strapless corset, garters, thigh
high fishnet pantyhose, a thong and high heels.”

“Bend over onto the bed. Keep your ass up and
slap yourself. Hard.”

She did.

“Ten times. One for each day my bed stayed
cold.”

She slapped herself again.

“Count.”

“Two,” she croaked.

“That's better.”

“Three.”

“I want your ass warm.”

“Four.”

“Harder.”

Whack!

“Five,” she said through gritted teeth.

“I like spanking you.”

“Six.”

“Say it louder.”

“Seven!” she shouted in defiance.

“That's it.”

“Eight.”

“God, I want to stuff you right now.”

She got wetter.

“Nine.”

“And feel your ass shake me loose when I'm
inside.”

“Ten,” she gasped. Her thong was thoroughly
soaked.

“Are you wet yet?”

“Yes.”

“You like this, then?”

“Yes.”

“Kick your heels off and lay face up on the
bed.”

She got into position.

“Slowly unzip your corset. Halfway.”

She zipped down the corset.

“Reach inside one flap and polish one of your
teats. Entice me. Make me wish I can touch it myself.”

She palmed her boob, fondling it. She
encircled her nipple, twisting, turning, pulling, pinching the nub.
A moan escaped her lips.

“Lick your fingers and please your other
teat. That's my tongue on you.”

Her breathing quickened.

“Pluck it, milk it, stroke it. Fondle it.
Drive it crazy.”

She was sure this nipple was more sensitive
than the other one and had a direct connection with her clit.

“Do you like it when I play with you?”

“Yes.”

“Undo the zipper all the way down. Down to
your pussy.”

Her chest started heaving.

“Open yourself to me. I want to see your
boobs. Nice, round and perky.”

She parted the corset to the sides, feeling
the cool air on her hot skin. Her mounds were engorged with
blood.

“Snap your garters off. Let me hear them kiss
your skin.”

She smiled, taking them off and flicking them
on her skin. Remembering how Mateo liked hearing the hard whacks on
her ass, she let her garters nick against her skin to tease
him.

“Yes, just like that,” he groaned.

She did it again, this time holding the phone
closer to the garters.

“Oh, yes. Take off your thong.”

She did.

“Put the thong close to your nose. I want you
to smell how your sex intoxicates me.”

Good god. A trickle of wetness slid down her
butt crack. The musky scent of her drenched thong made her
heady.

“Do you like how you smell?”

“Yes.”

“Caress a trail down your neck, over your
boobs, through your belly button, around your belly, snaking your
fingers down to your mound.”

God, she felt sexy.

“Part your hand into a downward V and stroke
both sides of your thighs up to your clit. Don't touch it until I
tell you. Play with yourself.”

She rubbed the crack on both sides of her
entry, slowly and lightly, feeling the smooth soft skin. She
flattened her fingers on the creases and moved the palm of her hand
in circles, hoping to reach her engorged nub.

“Take a dip inside and rub your clit. Flick
it, stroke it, circle it.”

She moaned.

“Trace my name on it, Natalia. My full name.
You're
mine
.”

His possessive tone triggered another wave of
wetness. She yearned for entry.

“Take another dip.”

God, yes.

“Give it a swirl inside. Like how it
feels?”

“Yes!” she gasped.

“Now lick your fingers and taste yourself.
That's how sweet you taste to me.”

She licked her fingers, one by one, sucking
them clean. She smacked her lips with enthusiasm, knowing Mateo got
off on her sounds.

“God, woman!”

She smiled triumphantly.

“Dig into the bag now and put it to
work.”

She rummaged through the tissue paper in the
bag and gasped. She didn't need to see it. By the feel of it alone,
she knew what it was. She fished it out and found a huge vibrating
dildo ready for use. A sex toy? He never used toys. Not before.

“Plunge it in. Turn it on low and bring it to
your clit.”

“O-Oh!” The sensation made her come in
seconds. God, was she that sex-starved that she came so easily just
now?

“Did you come just now?” he grunted.

“Yes,” she breathed, the vibrator still on
low in her hand.

“I didn't give you permission.” His voice was
stern.

Her hand froze. She tried to silence her
heavy breathing, but the vibrator made it nearly impossible for her
to stifle it.

“I'll have to punish you,” he said,
chuckling.

“No!”

“Keep fucking yourself—good. As if I'm
fucking you. Pin yourself to the bed.”

The alarm she felt subsided as her attention
turned toward the vibrator. She liked it when he used the F word.
It was so unlike him to use it that she got off just on the
word.

“In and out and around. Take it deep inside.
My
dick. You like this, don't you?”

“Yes!”

“You know what I want to do to you?”

“No.” But she wanted to find out.

“Turn my dick up a notch.”

She moaned again.

“You've been naughty,” his husky voice
teased.

“Yes,” she exhaled.

“You know how I treat runaways?”

“No,” she breathed.

“I punish them.”

“No!” She inhaled sharply.

“Fuck yourself harder. Deeper. Faster.”

“Oh-oh-oooh!”

“That's how I punish a runaway. You like your
punishment, yes?”

“Yes!”

“Clutch my dick. Bury it deep in you.”

“Oh, yes!”

“Oh, but I have more punishment for you.”

She was panting, trying to catch her
breath.

“Lower my dick a tad. Brush it over your clit
and dip it in again.”

She moaned.

“This is how I want to punish you, if you run
away again.”

She heard a belt buckle.

“You hear that?”

“Yes.”

“I will leash you.”

She gasped. Another gush of wetness coated
the vibrator.

“I will fuck you at will. Anytime. Anywhere.
And you have no choice but to take it. Whether you want it or
not.”

“Aah!” God. She was so close to coming. She
wanted to come.

“You like my threat of punishment, yes?”

“Yes! Please. Please let me come,” she
begged. She squeezed her legs together.

“Up my dick a dose, bring yourself to the
edge. If you come, you will be punished.”

“Oh, god!” So close. So unbearable. “Fucking
Jesus!”

“Frustrating, isn't it?”

“Yes!” she cried, burning with hunger and
desire.

“That's how I feel when I'm sitting here,
behind bars, while you run away.”

“Please,” she whispered.

“Pull it out.”

She groaned in frustration.

“That's your punishment for coming without
asking.”

Fuck it! Fuck you!
Her body ached to
come.

“Spread your juice all over your belly.
That's how I want to spread my cum. All over your womb.”

Her thighs tightened, agitation building up.
She so wanted to peak.

“Turn my dick down to the lowest setting and
brush it over your boobs, your throat, your cheeks. Suck it.”

God, how could she get back at him for
withholding her orgasm? She made loud sucking sounds and moans as
she took his dick in her mouth.

“Oh, god, Natalia.”

“Let me come,” she demanded.

“Command me again and I'll add a punishment,”
he said roughly.

She didn't want another punishment.

“Turn my dick off. Put it between your boobs.
Let me feel your heartbeat.”

She laid the vibrator on her chest. Her
breath was starting to even out, but her heart rate was still
high.

“Play with it. Tease me. Make me think I'm
going to get a boob job.”

Natalia directed her pent-up resentment
deliciously. If he had been there, his dick would have no chance
but to surrender between her mounds.

“Turn my dick on low again. Snake it down to
your thighs.”

The ripples along her flesh sent a thrill
toward her mons.

“Stroke toward your opening. Again and again.
Do you like it?”

“Yes.” Her mouth grew slack, dry.

“Use my dick now to please yourself. All
over. Your clit, your folds, your crack. Up the setting to the
hilt, if you have to. Ask me when you get there.”

Natalia put the dick to work. She wanted to
come so badly that she wasted no time and her hand soon tired from
overdrive. “I'm getting there,” she gasped.

“Ask me.”

“Please,” she sputtered.

“Please what?” God, he was being cruel. She
was so on the edge.

“Please, may I come?” she whimpered.

“Come. Come for me. Now.”

“Aaaaaah!” she screamed her release. Her body
jolted from the double whammy—this orgasm as well as the jilted
orgasm from before.

“Scream my name.”

“Oh, Mateo! Oooh!”

“I'm not done with your punishment.”

She struggled to catch her breath. Her body
glistened with sweat.

“Up my dick another bit and put it directly
on your clit.”

The sensation was so intense, she bucked.
“No!”

“Yes. Keep it there, or I'll have to add
another punishment.”

“Oh, god!” Her body built up a slow burn,
leaving her panting and gasping.

“Yes. Take it. If you run away again, do you
know what I would do to you when you come to visit me and beg me to
punish you?”

“N-No.” Her voice shook from her clit's
contact with the vibrator.

“You will be wearing these same clothes under
the trench coat. I will restrain you to my cell bars with my belt
and fuck you with the same fucking machine until you scream for me
to stop.”

“Aaah! Please stop,” she whimpered, squeezing
her thighs together.

“Keep my dick on you,” he grunted. “Rub it up
and down your folds. I'll make you come again and again, screaming
my name, until you plead and beg me.”

“Mateo, please!” Her thighs parted.

“Thrust my dick in and whir it around,” he
ordered. “The prison guards will let me fuck you senseless, because
they'll be getting off on the scene. The inmates will go crazy with
lust—hot and bothered; even if they can't see you or have you,
they'd fuck just to the sounds of your frenzy. Everyone will know
you like it. You like being fucked. You like being punished.”

“Oh, god! Jesus!” she exclaimed. She got even
wetter.

“Do you like it? Dominating men's sexual
fantasies? Driving them wild, mad enough to jack off? Knowing they
can't get it, not from you?”

“Yes!” She clenched his dick.

“Grind my dick over your clit again,” he
directed. “And when I'm done with you, I might pass the vibrator on
to the guards to give them a shot. Let them know you are
my
woman and let them play only if
I
want to share.”

“No, Mateo!” She wasn't into being passed
around. Her legs jerked anyway. Involuntary. Totally responding
from the clit stimulation. “Oh, sweet Jesus. Oh, god, yes!”

“I'll fuck you until your knees buckle and
you're hanging from my bars, too weak to refuse me, too weak to run
away ever again.”

“Oh, oh, ohh!” she shrieked as she came
again. “Jesus fucking Christ!”

“Hurts, doesn't it?” He knew she had come
again.

She whimpered, sore from overuse and
overstimulation.

“That's how I feel when you run away when I'm
caged. Turn my dick off and stick it in. Feel yourself coming with
the fullness of my dick inside. I like stuffing you, feeling
you...milking me dry.”

She panted heavily, sweat dripping from her
brow. “Mateo,” she whispered.

“You like it when I talk dirty, huh?” His
voice was soft. Tender.

“Yes.”

“Is that why you never enjoyed it before?” He
was earnest.

“Yes.” Her chest lifted. The weight she
carried for over two years completely dissipated.

“Good. I can start with that.”

Start? You mean, there's more?
Natalia
liked the sound of that. She couldn't wait to find out what that
meant.

“Prison has given me perspective, Natalia.
And I have
many
more perspectives to run across you, if you
so desire.”

She inhaled sharply.

“I'll take that as a yes.”

She did not deny his assertion.

His gentle tone gave way to directives again.
“You're coming home with my men on the next flight over tomorrow.
After you land, keep your phone on, juiced, all the time. Bring it
with you everywhere, the bathroom, the bedroom. If I call you, you
need to answer, ready to be fucked, ready to be rewarded—anytime,
anywhere.”

“Yes.”

“Yes,
Sir
.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I wouldn't be caught in public if I were
you. I would be a nice little girl and stay home where I should be.
If you miss my call, even one time, for any reason, you can return
the phone to my men and expect to be under house arrest until my
release. That would be my punishment. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“All of your orgasms are mine. If you want
it, you call me. You ask. I may reward you. I may not. Depends on
how good you are and how well you beg and if the guards let the
call through. If you please yourself without permission, I won't be
fucking you on the phone either. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now clean up as soon as you can and be my
good little wife. Because when I get out of prison, there's no way
I can keep my fucking hands off of you. And you can bet that clean
will be the furthest thing from what my dirty little mind has in
store for you.”