Page 38 of Imprisoned

I know I’m playing with fire, but at this moment, I just don’t care.

His reply comes quickly, as if he’s been waiting for me to crack.

You will. Soon.

I’ll make you come so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for days.

A wave of heat crashes through me. I find myself smiling like a psycho, staring at my phone. I feel alive in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Tell me what you want to do to me.

That’s what I send back, my heart pounding. I’m inviting a prisoner, a dangerous criminal, into my fantasies. I’m violating every oath I’ve ever taken, not to mention tossing common sense to the wind.

But I’ve tapped into some hidden side of myself that needs to be set free.

His response makes my eyes widen.

Gonna fuck that pretty mouth first. Choke you on my cock while I pull your hair.

Then, I’ll bend you over and take what’s mine. Gonna fuck you so good, you’ll be screaming my name.

I keep reading, longing coiling in my belly. No one has ever talked to me like this, and I didn’t know how much I needed it until now.

Part of my brain is screaming at me to stop, delete these messages, and end this before it goes too far. But I find myself doing the exact opposite.

I want that. I want all of that.

There. It’s out. I’ve confessed my most taboo fantasy to a man who could be my downfall. And somehow, in this crazy, twisted moment, I feel liberated.

You’ll have to earn it. Be a good girl, and maybe I’ll give it to you.

The power dynamic of our text conversation excites me. Even though he’s the inmate, I’m the one who feels captive to his demands.

I’ll be good. So good for you.

His next message makes me gasp aloud.

How about that sweet ass, doc? Ever let a guy take you there?

My cheeks flame as I read his words again. No one has ever asked for that. I’ve always kept that desire locked away, even from myself.

My fingers hover over the screen, hesitating. “Don’t do it,” a voice in my head warns. But it’s too late. The taboo has already been spoken aloud, and I can’t pretend I didn’t feel a spark deep within me at the thought.

I haven’t done it before, but I want to with you.

There. I said it. Admitting that I want Axel Morrison, a convicted criminal, to take me in the most intimate and forbidden way possible.

Fuck. The thought of stretching that tight little ass around my cock is making me hard as fuck right now.

He sends a photo, and I’m shocked at the boldness of his action but also, embarrassingly, thrilled. The sight of his veiny, thick cock makes my pussy throb. It’s huge and already dripping with precum, making my mouth water. The orange prison pants add to the illicit nature of the image, making my stomach flip with an electrifying mixture of desire and guilt.

I stare at the photo, my pulse throbbing between my legs. My eyes follow the length of him, my mouth imagining what it would be like to take him deep. I crave something untried and wicked, wanting to explore every inch of him.

You want this, don’t you, doc?

I bite my lip, phone clutched tightly in my hand. My thumb hovers over the screen. I’m terrified, but deep within me, I’ve never been more turned on. It’s a powerful desire that scares me, yet I can’t extinguish it. It’s as if my need for Axel has become an uncontrollable force of nature.

Yes. I want this. I want you, Axel.

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