Page 81 of Love Without Demands

Ahhh, one of the role playing fantasies I’d written down for her. This one had been tough for me because I liked to be in control, and this would leave me as the vulnerable one. I’d debated having her as the prisoner and me the warden, but at the last minute, I’d changed my mind, curious as to what she would do in this scenario.

So far, she’s fucking killing it. My cock is already interested.

I sat on my bed, and she walked toward me, her expression hard. “Do you know who I am?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” she barked, tapping the T hard at the end.

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered dutifully, trying to fight my smile. “You’re the warden.”

“Very good, prisoner sixty-nine.” I chuckled at that, and she narrowed her eyes, causing me to school my features and mutter an apology. Lifting the baton, she placed the end of it against my chest and pressed. “Lie back and keep your hands to yourself. Don’t give me a reason to hurt you.”

“Of course, ma’am. Whatever you say.”

Every one of my reservations about being the vulnerable one fled from my brain in an instant. This was fucking hot.Shewas fucking hot.

She dragged the tip of the baton down my abdomen, watching as it bumped over each of my abs before reaching my crotch. She prodded it and purred, “I’ve been watching you on the cameras in the shower room. Verrrrrry impressive, prisoner.”

I widened my eyes in faux outrage. “You can’t do that. It’s an invasion of my privacy.”

The warden lifted her eyebrows, unimpressed with my complaint. “Let me make one thing clear. This ismyprison, andI’min charge here. Am I understood?” She placed the baton between my legs and pressed upward, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to get her point across.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” I didn’t even have to fake the stammer because she was holding a big black stick against my junk. Strangely enough, my cock decided he liked being threatened by a gorgeous woman and thickened behind my heather-gray briefs.What the fuck, dude?

She pulled back and traced the outline of my dick with the baton. “Why aren’t you wearing your uniform, prisoner sixty-nine?”

“I get hot when I sleep.”

“Hmm,” she mused, still looking at the erection that was growing by the second. “You’ve been here a while. I’d think you’d know the rules by now. What do you think we should do about this breach in protocol?”

“Let it slide?” I asked hopefully, and she shook her head.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” She slid the stick up until it was beneath my chin. “I think you need to be properly punished.”

“Whatever you think, Warden Kincaid. I could wash your car or something.”

Her beautiful lips curled into a catlike smile. “Oh, I’m sure we could come up with something better than that.” Placing the baton on the bedside table, she removed her suit jacket, revealing that the white shirt beneath it was sleeveless.

“This seems highly inappropriate, Warden,” I commented, and her eyes held mine as she slowly untied the crimson tie.

“Remind me again… who’s in charge here?” Her voice was saccharine sweet.

“You are.”

“Good. Now put your hands above your head and hold on to the rail.”

I did, wondering what the hell she was up to, but I didn’t have to wonder long. The warden hitched up her skirt and straddled my chest, using the tie to bind me to my wooden headboard.

I knew the instant her wet pussy made contact with my chest that she wasn’t wearing panties, and my cock throbbed a hard beat of approval in my underwear. She was as aroused as I was, her divine scent reaching my nostrils and making me groan.

“What?” she asked with a sigh as she scooted back until she was sitting on my aching cock.

“Are you going to force me to eat your pussy, ma’am?”

Please say yes. Please, for the love of god, say yes.

She scooped up the wetness she’d left on my chest and scowled at me. “If you are averygood boy while I’m getting myself off on this magnificent cock,” she swiveled her hips, and I almost came on the spot, “then I might allow you to lick your cum from my very tasty cunt.”

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