Page 14 of Babalon

My words coming out with a bit of a bite.

“Or what, Patton? What will you do? See…”

She stalled, running her hand down my inseam then back up. Her opposite hand coming to assist, using the guise of a pat down and the shelter of the wall as coverage to squeeze me through the front of my jumper.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking SHIT.

My breathing picked up as I pulled away from the wall, looking between the front of my body and the concrete— watching her nimble hands work over my stiffening cock. This is one hell of a predicament; I half wanted to shove her off, but god dammit I ache all over, and I am a lucky bastard that it’s a woman playing with me and not one of these men.

“… inmate. You’re so… relaxed in this place, unlike the other convicts. Always walking around here in your little bubble, free from drama, and so comfortable in your skin. I bet… under all this there’s something hostile lingering in there, which I really-really want to see.”

Listening to her while steadily watching the front of my jumper tent, like the pathetic man I am, I thrust my hips forward. Though the rough barrier between her hands and my flesh chafing me, I am starving for touch and hers feels so fucking good.

Feed me, Nadia, please.

“There’s… fuck,” I groaned. “Nothing— I’m just serving my time.”

“Mhm. Maybe I could find a bit of motivation for you, yeah? Perhaps knowing how worthless you are. You were supposedto be the man in your family, right? Mommy dearest and little sister looking up to you to keep them safe and protected. Yet, you’re here. Getting the shit beat out of you on the daily. How pitiful can you be to lose your freedom then allow other men to beat you down.”

Her words stung, their pain swirling with arousal in the pit of my stomach, confusing the remainder of my body. My cock pinned in her grip, one that keeps getting tighter as she spoke, making me pant and thrust again.

“S… stop, Nadia.”

“Stop what, inmate?’

“Talking… touching me. Just… leave me alone.”

“You sure? It seems like your body is enjoying this. I bet if I give you a little bit more, you’ll bust like a pubescent boy— so eager and premature.”

My thighs began to tremble as I stood there, thrusting into her hand. My own remained cuffed securely behind my back preventing me from reaching out and holding onto the wall. Nothing stopped me from pulling at the restraints, especially when she squeezed the very tip of my dick through my clothing. Humiliation stained my face in an embarrassing red color, leading up to the shell of my ears.

She is right, I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer before finding release. Tilting my head back until I looked up at the ceiling, I closed my eyes. There isn’t much of a way out of this without physically harming her, and even though I have done far worse to someone else, I couldn’t do it to her.

Never her.

“N… Nadia. Please.”

“Oh, Kace, I like the sound of that. Come for me, like the pathetic fucking prisoner you are and I’ll let you go to the cafeteria. Covered in yourself, absolutely fucking filthy.”

Shit, shit, shit.

Thrust.

I hate this bitch.

Thrust.

Just… can’t... stop.

Thrust.

“Nadia,” I breathed out as my body grew tense. My cock swelling in her grip, balls drawing up tight as white-hot pleasure ripped through me. I instantly sank my teeth into my bottom lip to muffle the sound of my orgasm as it threatened to fall from my mouth.

Squirt after squirt of cum wet the inside of my jumper, my blood roaring in my ears, as I tried to force myself down from the high of endorphins. Feeling her hands let go, I finally leaned forward against the wall. Every muscle in my body feeling relief while simultaneously losing its starch.

“Get it together, inmate. It’s time for you to be on the count,” Nada snapped.

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