Page 17 of Enemy of the State

My balls begin to throb as she clamps her mouth down again before releasing her finger with what’s surely an audiblepop, and I’m suddenly wishing that these damn cameras captured audio.

I’d do anything to hear the sounds she makes. Is she a moaner? Or does she save her sounds for herself, bottling them up for her own pleasure?

As elegantly as moving water, her hands float to her waist, hooking her fingers into the elastic of her pants, shedding them. She tosses the black fabric at the bars, as if someone were there to catch them, but there’s no one—only the camera.Only me.

Then, like a spring flower opening up after a long winter, she spreads her legs.

I’m surely looking at the devil, the serpent offering me the forbidden apple in the form of her ripe, juicy cunt on display.

Even in the dim, minimal light, her pussy glistens like a shiny diamond in the depths of a mine.

Glancing at the door, ensuring I’m still alone, I palm myself over the outside of my pants. I was hoping it’d alleviate some of the discomfort, but I only seem to be making it worse as my dick spasms. It doesn’t help that Lou slips in her middle finger, slowly beginning to fuck herself on the screen.

A groan climbs up my throat, but I trap it in my mouth before it can escape.

This woman is wrecking me.

Her finger disappears inside of her as her movements grow in tempo and depth with each passing moment, shifting from languid and teasing to wild, more frantic thrusts as she fucks herself in earnest. Her free hand seems to squeeze her neck gently before moving down between her legs, circling her clit.

And here I thought this place was Hell.Turns out, Louhi is the personification, and I seem to have booked a one-way ticket.

Hurtling toward release, frenzied and feverish, her back bows against the concrete. I’m in fucking agony by the time her feet arch, toes scrunching as she scrambles for purchase on the smooth, dirty floor of her cell. The sound of my own ragged breaths fills the barracks as her sexy lips part, her mouth dropping open.

Is she crying out? Making noise?

The moment that thought zips through my mind, Louhi’s mouth curls around a word, forming an obvious sound.

Not a sound.

A name.

My name.

Stunned, my hand squeezing the hard bulge at my crotch, I hit rewind, watching her cry out my name again. Then again. Exhausting the rewind button before she licks her fingers clean and shoots a wink at the camera.

After quickly erasing the performance she just put on, my heart pounding in my ears, I grab a clean uniform and storm out of the barracks. Resigning myself to a heinous make-up workout, I bypass the gym and head straight for a shower, where I can replay everything in my mind’s eye with my hand wrapped tightly around my cock.

“What have you got for me, Diggory?” Major Thompson asks as I stand before him in the small, pathetic office, my arms clasped behind my back with my mask bunched in my fist.

Louhi’s earlier cameo as a cam-girl still spins like a vinyl record in my brain. I can’t, for the life of me, figure out what her game was with that. What I do know is that I want to see that cunt again. I want to hear her say my name. I want to take a bite of that apple she tempted me with.

With a confidence I don’t possess at the moment, I reply, “She’s going to break for me, sir.”

“But she hasn’t yet?”His eyes narrow, the lines around them crinkling like old wax paper.

“Not yet, sir.” I keep my face a stoic mask of impassivity, unperturbed on my face.

“How long until you can get some answers for me?”

“Do I still have another four months?” I skirt around his question delicately, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Lou, it’s that she’s unpredictable—as evidenced by the private show she put on for me earlier.But did she know it was me watching? Or did she think someone else would see her?

I’ve never seen her get off before while reviewing the footage, but what if I missed something?

No, no, that can’t be right. I’m confident I didn’t miss anything. This had to have been the first time she’s done that.

My thoughts are a mess as I try to sort out what I saw on the camera today, but I need to pull my shit together. Louhi’s hourglass is running out…and so is mine.

There’s no telling when I’ll get answers from her—could be tomorrow—but it’s looking more and more likeneveris more realistic.

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