Chapter 6 6. Alma - The prison 6
The shower gel rests on a metal shelf next to the shower. He picks it up and applies a generous amount to a loofah. Before he starts washing me, he pushes down my panties, alarm bells ringing in my head, but I don’t have the energy to fight him anymore because I’m so damn cold. So, I just let him strip me completely naked so I can get out of here already—preferably by a stove, wrapped in a warm blanket, enjoying a cup of tea while watching this bastard struggle to shove his guts back into his stomach.
“Try anything funny,” I warn him, “and you’ll end up without your precious cock.”
His fingers trail along my spine before he pulls my wet hair to the side and starts washing my back. “You and my cock will get well acquainted in no time,” he says before he bites me so hard that a scream of pain rips from my throat. A moment later, he kisses the aching spot.
Some men just love hurting women, and I absolutely love ending them.
“Will you scream as beautifully when I fuck your gorgeous ass as well?” he asks while pressing his cock between my ass cheeks.
If he decides to fuck me, I won’t be able to stop him, but I will fucking kill him, and I will take my time doing it.
“You’re deranged,” I realize.
He smiles against my skin. “It’s always better when it hurts.”
I expect him to shove his cock inside me, but he just continues washing my back, and once he’s done, he moves to my legs before having me face him.
His gaze takes in my tits, and he grabs them, jiggling them.
I arch an eyebrow. “Be more gentle. It hurts.”
Hearing that I’m in pain brings a smile to his lips right before his mouth descends on me, attacking my right nipple and sucking hard while his thumb teases the other. He groans as he sucks even harder.
My body—my own fucking body—keeps betraying me. But how could it not when the officer is sucking my nipple so damn well?
Pleasure rises, making me gasp as a pulse sparks between my legs. I’ve never experienced this before—not this kind of ecstasy.
He looks up at me, and I finally notice the color of his eyes—hazel. I find them oddly beautiful. But then again, he is a handsome man. Too bad he appears to be some sort of psychopath.
Still watching me, he drags his mouth to my other nipple, bites it, then sucks just as hard while rolling the first between his fingers.
My clit throbs even more, and another gasp tears out of me. If he keeps doing that, I might come. Even demand that he bury his face between my legs and lick me until I come all over his tongue.
“¡Para!” I hiss when the pressure between my legs becomes so intense that I feel the urge to touch myself. Or have him touch me.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps squeezing my tits, bringing them together so he can suck both my nipples at the same time. God! It feels better than it should.
“Stop it!” I try to yell, but it comes out more like a whine.
The more he touches me, the better it feels. Cold water keeps pouring over our bodies, but instead of cooling my heated skin, it only heightens the sensations tearing through me.
I bite the inside of my cheeks, not wanting him to realize how much he’s affecting me. This has never happened to me before.
Well… not quite.
His mouth finally leaves my nipples alone, only to claim my lips instead. He bites my bottom lip before kissing me, rougher than before.
“I might keep you,” he murmurs against my lips, “if you beg me nicely on your knees.”
I laugh. “You must be delusional if you think I’ll beg you for anything.”
His right hand leaves my chest and slips between my legs.
“Are you sure?” he asks as his middle finger circles my clit.
I’ve touched myself many times, but it’s never felt as good as this. A loud moan rises in my throat, but I force it down, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good it feels to be touched by him, to have my clit rubbed in such a delicious way.
He brushes his lips against mine. They’re just as cold as the water, but he doesn’t seem to mind. And I find that I don’t mind it either. Not when he’s so close to me.
“Do you like having your pussy played with?” he murmurs, his mouth so close to mine that they’re almost touching.
“No,” I say. My teeth start to chatter violently. “I-if you d-don’t g-get me out of h-here soon, I-I w-will k-k-kill you.”
He chuckles before resuming washing me, paying special attention to my tits and my pussy—especially my pussy, rubbing my clit several more times, making me gasp each time, even bringing me close to an orgasm without sending me over the edge.
“I love how silky your pussy feels,” he says as he runs his fingers up and down my folds. “If I had to guess, I’d say you had the hair here removed with a laser. Am I right?”
The only thing he’s going to be right about is ending up in a grave if he doesn’t get me out of the shower this very second. But el puto cabrón takes his time, washing my body once more and my hair twice before he finally turns off the water.
By then, I’m trembling so hard I can barely stand, my teeth chattering nonstop. My body feels numb, and I’m pretty sure my lips have turned blue. If I get sick, I swear I’ll make him spend the night in the courtyard—his ass bare, exposed to the brutal winter cold. Let’s see how he likes it.
“T-t-towel,” I demand.
