Page 84 of Sweet Sin

But cannot.

I’m locked in my cell.

Sometimes it’s not another prisoner.

Sometimes it’s a guard.

The prisoners I can sometimes punish during the day if I know who they are.

The guards?

I’m defenseless.

They get away with it.

They get away with everything.

Fantasies swirl through my head of defacing, maiming, killing those who prey upon the weak.

I can’t stand the pain, the anguish, I…

I punch the concrete block wall with my fist hard enough that my knuckles bleed. Sticky red trickles over my knuckle tats. H E R R

Hawk

Eagle

Raven

Robin

And blood. And pain.

The pain helps a little. It eases the rage and anger and fire.

It lets me sleep.

Savannah breaks the kiss. “Please,” she gasps out.

I know what she wants. What she needs.

The spanking I won’t give her. The fuck I will.

I undress her quickly, throwing her clothes onto the floor. Then I pull off my own jeans and T-shirt and a moment later I’m inside Savannah, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…

I’m ready.

Ready to spill inside her.

Ready to take my release.

Then I stop. I pull out, tease her pussy lips with my cock head.

Must slow down.

Must let her come.

Must give her what she needs.

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