Once the cells are locked and lights are out, I lie down on my cot and pull out the burner phone again. I dial the number, and it doesn’t ring all the way before I hear her voice on the other end of the line.
“Kai,” she says softly, and it makes my cock hard.
“You’ll come see me tomorrow,” I order, and she answers quickly.
“Yes, first thing,” she agrees.
“I want you in a skirt this time, no panties.”
“Yes,” she says again just as quickly.
“And something with buttons on the shirt.”
“Okay.”
“Did you touch yourself when you got home?”
There’s a quiet pause, and then I barely hear her. “Yes.”
“Did you cum?”
“Yes.” Her one-word answers are so soft.
I’ve opened the front of my jumpsuit and I’m stroking my cock to her breathy voice. “Do you want to find out what it’s like to cum on my tongue?”
“Oh god.”
“What will you do for me if I get you alone?”
Another long pause and I hear her swallow hard. “Anything you want.”
“Good girl,” I say and squeeze the base of my cock. “Don’t worry. I won’t fuck you in here.”
“Why not?” she asks quickly, her voice rising.
I have to hide a laugh as I speed up my hand. “So eager,” I tease. “I’m going to have you naked and under me when I pop that fresh cherry.”
“Kai.” When she says my name there’s a little whine on the end like she’s just as eager as I am.
“I want you to listen to what you do to me.” I put the phone next to my cock so she can hear me jerk off. It only takes a few strokes and I’m grunting my release. It’s shameful how quick I am, but all I have to do is imagine her in front of me, and it’s game over. “Now let me hear you do it.”
“I-I can’t.” She hesitates and I growl.
“Put the phone next to your slick cunt and let me hear those fingers in your sweet cream.”
“Shit,” she hisses, and a second later, I hear it.
It’s heaven to my ears as I close my eyes and absorb every note of the symphony she’s playing me. It’s obscene and filthy in the most erotic way, and my cock keeps on dripping. I can even hear her little mewls as she climbs higher to her peak. Her fingers move faster, and I’m imagining her juicy thighs stretched wide for me to see. Just when I don’t think I can take any more, she cries out my name, and her fingers slow.
“How can you do that to me without even being here?” I can hear the smile in her voice, and she sounds satisfied.
“Once I’ve got my hands on you, I don’t plan on ever letting go.”
“I like the sound of that.” Her voice is soft like she’s curled into the blankets. She’s probably tired after that release.
I’ll have to cum at least twice more before I’m able to get any rest. The sounds of her wet pussy are going to haunt my dreams until I can see it for myself.
“Tomorrow,” I say into the phone, and it sounds like a warning.
“Tomorrow,” she agrees.
“Good night, sweet Sienna.” My chest aches at the distance between us, but soon enough all will be right.
Chapter Nine
Sienna
I can’t sit still. My excitement to see Kai is bubbling out of me. I’ve never been so giddy about anything in my life, and just the thought of him makes me smile. It’s been so long since I’ve felt any happiness at all that I was sure I was going to be alone forever and trapped in my house. I don’t care if all I can have with Kai are visits and phone calls for the rest of our lives. I’ll take it if it means I’m his.
“I’m surprised you’re going back so soon,” Marco says from beside me.
I try not to tense at his statement. Is he on to me? I was sure I’d gotten away with it the last time. “I’ll go as many times as they’ll allow me to.” Scrunching my eyebrows, I look up at him. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s not as though my schedule is booked up.”
He gives me a soft smile. “I know, but things might change soon. More freedom might be on the way.” He gives me a wink and pats my bare leg where my skirt has ridden up.
My dad might have something up his sleeve, but I don’t want to hope for something that might never happen. I disregard Marco’s words to protect my heart, because I can’t allow those thoughts to grow and then die. It’s too painful to wish for something that might not be a possibility.
“How did things go with Carlos?” he asks.
“Okay, I guess.” I’m not sure what else to say because I don’t want to sound bitchy.
Carlos was nice and a gentleman as usual, but I’m starting to think gentlemen aren’t my thing. Not when it comes to what I want in a lover or husband. I want aggressive and demanding and someone willing to take what they want and fight for it. Even if that fight might be against my dad. I don’t want someone who will cower in front of him, and as sweet as Carlos is, he’ll never do those things.
“I can make sure he doesn't come around any longer if you want.”
“Really?” I’m surprised that this is an option.
“Of course. It’s my job to keep you safe and happy.”
“Thank you,” I say and lean my head on Marco’s shoulder for a moment. It’s my way of silently showing him what it means to me that he would do this. He’s really stepped up in a lot of ways since Dad was arrested. He’s always been like an uncle to me, but I didn’t realize how much I’ve relied on him in that father figure role now that I’m alone.
When we get to the prison, I go through my normal routine, and my heart starts to race as I walk down the long hallway. Before I get to the double doors at the end of the hall, a side door swings open, and a hand reaches out and grabs me. Before I scream, I recognize the tattoos on the arm so I stop fighting and let Kai pull me into the room. The door closes behind us, and the room is suddenly pitch black.
“Kai?”
He responds to me with a kiss as his mouth comes down and claims mine. I want to cry with joy that this is happening, but I’m too lost as his hands tangle in my hair. He pulls me tight against his hard body as his tongue slips past my lips. He’s taking what he wants without question, and I open my mouth wider. I want him to have everything he wants and every part of me he desires. I want to be the vessel he uses for pleasure.
“Did you do as I asked?” He doesn't wait for me to answer as he lets go of my waist and slides his hand under my skirt. His hand cups my bare pussy, and I gasp as he gives it a little squeeze.
“Yes,” I say, my breath caught in my throat. “Always.” He grinds his erection into my stomach as his hand in my hair pulls my head back. He runs his tongue along my neck and chin, making me whimper with need. Holy shit, he’s like an animal, and I don’t want him to stop.
“Good girl.”
His hand leaves my sex, and I want to cry, but then he flicks a switch and floods the small room with light. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and for me to realize we’re in some kind of storage closet.