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“Yes Master,” I hiss, letting my head drop forward. He hasn’t fucked me properly since we arrived down south, and I am desperate for the overwhelming feeling of taking all of him. It reminds me of the first time he ever called me that when we were residents of Citrus Grove.
“All you’ll ever be is a victim if you let the trauma suffocate you, Joelle,” he told me, bending until our noses touched. I’m trembling, lost between rage and despair, but he’s the one with a gravelly voice, like it pains him to speak the truth out loud. “Burn from the inside out if you have to, but your trauma isn’t for their amusement. Save it for me.”
Vinny smacks my ass again, and I rock against him. I’m bare and it would be incredibly easy to slide inside me and fuck me into the mattress before heading out to begin our day in the late afternoon. Instead of taking the opportunity however, he strikes each of my ass cheeks twice more before pulling back.
Panic claws at my chest when I think he’s going to leave me here needy and breathless, and I dig my nails into the sheets. My feet are planted on the ground, kicked wide when Vinny steps in close behind me, but there’s a shake all throughout my body that makes me want to kneel instead. I’m not sure if it’s from being overwhelmed or overstimulated, but it’s about more than just what my husband is doing to me.
Then I hear the jingle and slide of a zipper opening nearby. There’s some shuffling, and even if I don’t know what exactly he’s going for I know he’s looking into our sex bag for some on-the-go items.
The TSA agent who checked our bags and opened up that particular interior pocket turned very red upon seeing the sex toys. We didn’t bring anything that might get us in trouble with an airline, but the attendant's face was priceless when she held up the collar and cuff set.
Nevermind how many dildos were sitting just below it.
Something cool hits my ass, and I moan when I realize it’s lube. I love anal, and Vinny sometimes works himself in and other times forces me to take it and pins me down into the pillows.
I like both ways.
He leans over, his warm front pressing to my sweaty back. “We’re going to go do the interviews again. I already confirmed it with Sterling.”
That throws me off, and I twist to glare at him. “That’s what you want to talk about? Right before you fuck me?”
“Oh, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to torment you with the possibility of an orgasm. It’ll give you something to focus on in case Sterling’s team tries to give us hell.”
There’s barely enough time to process what he’s saying before I feel the pressure against my ass. It’s not the head of his dick, it feels like silicone and with a push something slides into me.
I moan, rocking back against it. That slides the toy further in, the wide head of the plug spreading me further as it settles inside me. He picked a big one, I can feel it as I gasp and claw at the sheets again. It makes the trembling in my legs intensify, and I try to slump forward for a moment to catch my breath.
He isn’t done, hooking his hand lower to reach under me, past my asshole and towards my pussy. I can honestly say I paid no attention to what he chose to pack. I was too busy freaking out about dealing with Alastair again.
I should have checked.
My moans are loud, echoing off the walls when he uses the silicone band to hook over my clit. It’s not elastic, more like a big ring that’s designated to stretch away from the plug and around to my clit to create pressure and sensitivity. It’s firm against me, making my pussy come alive with the added pressure, and I try to remember what the hell this thing is.
We just got a new shipment of toys for the club right before we left Colorado. I think this is something Vinny took from the samples -
I shriek when the plug turns on, the vibration setting making the bar across my clit tingle as it bounces against the nerves. I snap my neck around to spot Vinny, eyeing the little remote.
“You’re going to wear it at the penitentiary,” he continues, and I can’t manage to form a response right now. “Even into one of those visiting rooms if they split us up again. If you get antsy or scared remember that I’m there with you.”
He means the plug. The toy stops vibrating and I moan, slouching into the sheets. He can turn that on at any time and make me see stars.
This is a nice twist. We haven’t used wearable toys in a while, and part of me truly doesn’t care if the vibration setting is quiet or not. Maybe I’ll have the pleasure of dealing with Sterling again and he can just watch as I come undone.
Focus, Jo.
Without the toy on I roll over and glare at Vinny. His shit eating grin tells me he has no shame over this. And while I glare at him, he gives me a one shoulder shrug and clicks a button again.
It turns the plug back on, and I arch against the feeling.
“There you are, Trauma,” he groans, and I watch him palm his cock through the grey sweatpants. He’s going to torture the both of us. “You can have one orgasm before we go. After that, you have to manage to be good until we arrive back at Emeric’s again. Then, I’ll fuck you any way you please.”
Chapter 7
A tap on my shoulder makes me look up, squinting against the sunlight. Bernie peers down for a moment before sitting beside me, his dusty brown hair ruffled from the spring breeze.
Silently, I snort to myself. Bernie is a… strange inmate. All of us are. But Bernie has special nurses and guards who watch his room all the time, even more than me. So far as I knowBerniewasn’t arrested for anything heinous like myself and many of the others here, yet there’s always a personal guard and nurse or doctor around him at all times.
I don’t think Bernie belongs here. Supposedly he had a stalker, but there’s nothing to go on about whether or not it’s true. Bernie doesn’t speak about it anyway.