track me, but with the cell being so small, I think that’d be too easy. So really all that’s left is…” I run through the various tests I’ve administered in the past and try to figure out what would work best in this case. “Ah, got it,” I announce with the snap of my fingers. Then I whip off my shirt and reach for his dark blue uniform shirt which has been abandoned in the corner.
“Wait, why are you getting dressed in my clothes?”
“Because mine would have been way too easy. Yours have buttons, clasps, and zippers, which is just what I need.
Rook huffs and runs a hand through his colorful hair. “Why do I feel like you’re trying really hard to not fuck me?” he asks, shaking his head and watching me as I grab his pants from the floor and put them on next.
I give him a look that says, oh please. “Why do I get the impression that you’re not trying hard enough to fuck me?” I fire back. “Did you think I’d be easy just because I’m a naughty little convict and you’re a big strong guard?”
I lace my voice with desire and run a finger down the buttons of his shirt while my eyes bank with heat. Rook licks his lips, and his cock bounces with sudden excitement. If he had a chip on that thing, it would’ve launched high enough that I could have caught it in my mouth instead. We’ll have to play that game later.
“Is this some kind of role play?” Rook asks hopefully.
I giggle. “Nope. But if you can get all my clothes off, you can fuck me any way you want to, and I’ll be a good little cockatrice and do exactly as I’m told.”
All traces of exasperation and irritation are gone, and his face turns carnal. “Finally,” Rook sighs before stepping toward me, his movements desperate and his eyes bleeding desire.
When I hop back a step, he narrows his eyes at me.
“Hold up, Glow Worm, you haven’t heard the rules yet,” I declare. “I need you to show your skill set to me. So you have to undress me...without using your hands.”
He studies me for a beat. “And if I can…”
“Then I’m yours.”
The words spill out of my lips before I can stop them. Rook’s eyes flash with something I can’t identify, and then he’s closing the distance between us before I can elaborate and explain that I only meant that I’m his for a sex-sesh, not that I would be his...for, like...ever.
He stops centimeters away from me, and his gaze bounces back and forth between my eyes. Determination sets his features, and he stares down at the buttons on his uniform shirt like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. The way he looks over every button and zipper and clasp on my body...it’s intense. Calculating. I can feel the charge in the air from the sexual challenge I’ve given him. His inner beast likes it.
A thrill works its way up my body, and I suddenly find myself wanting to say fuck the game and just tackle him instead. But then he bends over and wraps his teeth around a button, and my brain stutters to a stop. Suddenly, all I can focus on is his face pressed against my sternum, his lips closing around the navy blue button, and how fucking good he smells.
I wait a second for him to pull some crazy move and unbutton the shirt with his tongue. I can picture him tying cherry stems in his mouth for practice when he was younger or unwrapping Starbursts with only his tongue in preparation for a day like today. But instead of figuring out a way to finesse the situation, he grinds the threads securing the button to the fabric with his teeth and pulls back away from me until the button rips right off.
Well, that’s one way to do it.
I gasp as the shirt falls open ever so slightly at my chest, and he bends down and tears off the next button with his teeth. Fuck cherry stems and Starburst wrappers, this is how to get shit done!
And damn, it’s hot.
He snaps more threads, another button goes flying, and my pussy clenches with excited anticipation.
See, told you this was a good idea, I tell my lady bits smugly. My clit just shrugs me off.
A slight whimper escapes my lips as he pops off another button, and Rook looks up at me from under his ridiculously