เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 7 - Outside The Station The morning came too fast and not fast enough. I got to the station at seven with my coffee and my hair still damp and my body already aching in that good deep way from two nights in a row, and I had barely sat down before Doyle was at my desk with the duty roster in his hand. "Work detail today," he said. "Four of them are to be taken out to the county field by the roadside for cleanup, the usual. You're on transport." My heart stopped and restarted. "Which four?" He read the names off the sheet and Marcus's was the third one and I kept my face absolutely still and nodded and said yes sir and took the roster and walked to the transport bay like nothing was happening inside me at all. The van was already backed up to the sally port. Two officers… Bennett and Cruz were opening the door, and I took my position at the rear of the van with a clipboard in my hand and my face set in the flat professional mask. The first prisoner came out in cu
Chapter 6 - Undeniable Pleasure He slid his hand down the front of my underwear and found me already soaked. "Fuck," he breathed. "Look at that." "Don't tease me." "I'm not teasing." He moved two fingers up and down my slit through the wet fabric, slow and deliberate, and my knees buckled and I grabbed the bars to stay up. "I'm getting you ready." He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled my underwear down over my hips and let it drop to my ankles. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, and now I was naked against the bars with nothing between my skin and the cold iron. The chill of the metal made me shiver all over. "Take your hands up," he said. I reached up and wrapped my hands around the bars above my head, and he slid his fingers between my legs from behind and pushed two of them inside me. "Nghh…" He finger-fucked me slowly, mobving his fingers up against that spot, and I pressed my forehead against the cold bars and moaned and rolled my hips back in
Chapter 5 - Through the bar The next morning I walked into the station with a coffee in one hand and the whole night still humming low under my skin, and I was halfway to my desk before I saw the look on Sergeant Brian’s face. "Lisa." He waved me over before I'd even sat down. "Change of plans today. You're going with Hargrove and Peters to the Eastside branch. I need you to work with them on an important case. They need a third set of eyes and you're it." My stomach dropped. "Today?" "Yes. Today. Round up with whatever work you have. The Van leaves in twenty minutes." He was already turning back to his paperwork. "Should be back by evening if you're quick about it." I stood there with my coffee going cold in my hand and my whole body screaming no. The Eastside was clear across town. The audit would take all day. And Marcus would be sitting in that cell waiting for footsteps that weren't going to come, and I'd have no way to tell him why. "Is something wrong?" Brian aske
Chapter 4 - Sex with the Inmate I turned and walked back down the corridor with my legs shaking and my face hot and my underwear soaked through. The rest of the day was torture. At four o'clock Reyes hung the keys on the board by the door and went home and I watched them swing there and waited. By six the shift had changed and the night crew had come on and the corridor was quiet. By eight I stood up from my desk and stretched then I walked to the board and took the keys down and put them in my pocket. I walked down the corridor. Marcus heard my footsteps and he stood up and wrapped his hands around the iron and watched me come, and when I stopped in front of him I pulled the keys out of my pocket and held them up so he could see. "Took you long enough," he said. I unlocked the cell. The door swung open and he stepped out and I stepped back and he caught me by the waist and pushed me up against the wall of the corridor and kissed. His hands were everywhere… my wais
Chapter 3 - Through the Bars I looked up at him through the iron and he looked down at me and the corridor was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. "You were expecting me," I said. My voice came out lower than I meant it to. "That's a lot of confidence for a man in prison." "Well, I'm already here." He wrapped his hands around the bars on his side, mirroring mine, and his knuckles went white against the metal. "I watched you last night. I saw the look in your eyes Miss Corp. You looked at me like you'd been waiting for something." "I see you're so full of yourself,” I said, walking further. “No wonder you ended up in prison.” "What do you want?” he sighed. I reached through the bars. My hand found the front of his jumpsuit and I pulled him forward until his face was close to mine… close enough that I could feel his breath on my mouth, and I held him there and looked at him. "What's your name?" I asked. "Marcus." "Marcus." I said it slowly, tasting it. "I'm Lisa." "I know
Chapter 2 - The Fantasy The drive home was a blur of streetlights and wet asphalt and the same face playing over and over behind my eyes. I parked in my usual spot and walked up the stairs to my apartment and locked the door. Then I dropped my bag and my keys on the floor and went straight to the bedroom. I didn't bother with the lights. I didn't bother with dinner. I kicked off my boots and peeled off my uniform and got on the bed immediately in just my underwear and stared up at the ceiling with my heart already starting to pound. I closed my eyes and he was there. I imagined him with me in my own bedroom, in the dark, with his hands on my hips and his mouth on my throat and that same steady, unreadable look in his eyes. I slid my hand down my stomach and under the waistband of my underwear and found myself already wet. "Nghh…" The sound escaped me before I could stop it and I pressed my fingers flat against myself and moved them in slow circles and let the fantasy build.
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very







