Page 72 of Caged Kitten

Punishing.

Yet somehow this pace, this pounding into her and watching her jiggle, had the same romantic air to it as our first kiss. Strange. Rough sex had never struck me as romantic before, but somehow, I couldn’t fathom any other way with Katja.

And from the way she squeaked and groaned and whimpered, from the stomping of her little feet and the flailing of her fingers, she loved every damn second of it.

In fact, she spurred me on. For the first time, I let my lover set the pace, call the shots, using the pitch of her cries and the clench of her body to drive me onward. The second I abandoned her hair, her head lolled forward, bobbing with every buck of my hips, cock pistoning in and out of her. As soon as I found her clit, tough as it was to maneuver, she was gone again. She scream-whispered my name, her hands in rigid fists, and I offered no mercy, no quarter, pummeling her through another climax that turned her words to babbling nonsense.

Waiting had never felt so exquisite. If we had the luxury, I would have kept her in this room all fucking day and spent at least a few hours edging her. Katja would hate it, hate me, but it would only make her downfall all the sweeter.

Unfortunately, we had a limit. One hour alone and the guards’ silence—assured in blood, their word unbreakable—for twenty thousand dollars, and the thought of being hauled out of here immediately post-coitus set my teeth on edge. So, I adjusted my angle, grabbed her hair again, and pounded through to my own nirvana. Muscles tensed, pleasure sharpened in my core, igniting, spreading like wildfire until it consumed every part of me. I came with a hiss and a groan, spilling myself inside her as fireworks exploded behind my lids.

Fuck. It was like I’d never orgasmed before her. Like all previous climaxes were a trial run leading up to the real thing. Panting, I folded forward and dragged an openmouthed kiss over her rounded back. Knees weak, fingertips tingling, vision spotted with black dots, I could have easily collapsed onto her, both of us crashing to the floor—and in a cleaner setting, I might have. Instead, I forced myself upright and released her wrists, both bruised from my hold, then her hair. Gently as I could, I helped her straighten with a shaky arm around her waist, then let her lean on me, head tucked under my chin as she caught her breath. Behind me, I groped around for the shower nozzle, then turned it and shielded her from the meager assault of a barely lukewarm spray.

Katja yelped, sheltering in my chest, until it warmed just a fraction more to her liking. Only then did I feel secure in letting her stand on her own two feet, leaving her for a few moments to shuffle over to my toiletries hamper—which was the envy of the cellblock and one of the most expensive items at the store. Still struggling through the sluggishness of my climax, I dug around inside for what we needed, then sauntered back to her.

Bruised and flushed, Katja was a vision. Standing beneath the shower’s halfway decent water pressure, she watched my approach while nibbling on her lower lip, looking neither guilty nor ashamed—but relaxed. Possibly even… content?

“Right.” I held up a tiny travel-sized bottle of shampoo. “I will trade you one deep-throating blowjob for this full bottle. Note the seal is unbroken—”

She smacked my chest with a carefree laugh, shoving at me while I chuckled, both of us halfhearted in our play fighting. As I fended off her attack, I steered us back under the water—then kissed her, all sugar and very little spice. With my eyes closed, I could pretend we were kissing in the rain somewhere far, far away from Xargi Penitentiary.

Katja had taken my mind off this shithole, and as I kissed her, as I cracked open my shampoo and washed her hair, then let her wash mine, I hoped this had distracted her too.

That I hadn’t failed now that I’d actually tried at something.

Because if I could make her happy, even for a short while, then…

Well, then that made me happy.

And all things considered, that was a victory worth savoring.

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