Page 93 of Breaking Sanity
“I don’t like that nickname,” I bite.
“And I don’t like Butterfly or Little Minx, so it looks like we are both S.O.L.”
I hate her attitude the majority of the time. I don’t like disobedience, and she is the personification of it. Again, I do have a slight brat kink, but she takes it above and beyond. I try to keep myself calm. With what I have seen, I don’t think she notices that she does it half the time, or if she does, she can’t stop it.
Have I listened to her session recordings over the past week? Abso-fucking-lutely I have. Baron let me, so don’t think I broke any of these stupid rules. The recordings are entertaining because I can always hear his faint, irritated sigh when she doesn’t talk to him. He has never been a fan of the silent treatment so allowing her to continue to give him one is entertaining to listen to. Plus, he mumbles under his breath, and that alone is gold. My favorites are when she paces,talking to herself. I like that she has voices that talk to her like I talk to Nik.
You do realize that her voices are different from yours, right?
Baron told us about the voices after her time in solitary. Gunner chimed in saying she has done that since he first met her. Apparently, when she stayed with the lucky prick for a straight two weeks, eight years ago, he would catch her mumbling to herself and gesturing with her hands. He said that he would pretend to sleep just to watch her. Baron said it’s a condition of her bipolar disorder. It could get worse because she hasn’t had her medication since she has been here. So I can give her a pass sometimes on her outbursts.
“Alley, come sit,” I command, pointing to the spot next to me.
“So, I am going from a Butterfly to a dog?”
“Well, you are certainly being a bitch,” I chuckle.
A large, firm but soft object hits the side of my head.
Did she fucking throw her shoe at me?!
Instead of yanking her by her hair and forcing my cock down her throat, I roll down the window. The breeze is nice and gives me much-needed fresh air. Taking a few deep breaths, I calm my racing heart.
See self-control.
She lifts both feet on the seat but accidentally kicks my leg in the process. With my annoyance cranking from low to high, I aggressively pluck off her other one. I pick up the flip-flop that she threw at me and bunch them both in one hand. Strangling the stupid things.
“Can I have them back,” she asks.
I go to place them in her hand but then pause. I look her in the eye while tossing the fucking things out the window and roll it up. It’s two less weapons for her to have. Maybe my self-control isn’t totally there.
“You’re a fucking child,” she yells.
“This coming from the one who threw the shoe and then kicked me.”
“I hate you!” She glares at me.
With that, I grab her and plop her on my lap. She yelps and tries to scurry back to her side, but naturally I can’t let that happen. So, I grab both her inner thighs and push her back on my lap. Spreading them, I let her short legs dangle on each side of my muscular thighs. She gasps when I pin her to my chest with one arm wrapping around the bend of her elbows. She tries to swing her head back in an attempt to get free. My anger flares as I dodge out of the way. In retaliation, I bite her neck hard enough to make it instantly bruise. She screams out, but I don’t stop, I just bite harder. She starts to curse me with every word in the dictionary, the tone of her voice both angry and pained.
Good!
I finally let go of the now swollen, bruised skin. Alley halts her struggle.
“Are you going to stop,” I ask.
“Fuck you,” she sniffs.
“That is a great idea.”
With my free hand, I dip underneath the waistband of her leggings and start to rub her again over her underwear that has gone from damp to wet.
“Nik don’t.” She sounds breathless.
“Not going to happen and you know that.”
“Nik, don’t,” she repeats as her eyes dart from me to the two in the front.
“They have already heard and seen you cum, Butterfly.” I shrug.
