Darkmore Penitentiary 2 - Caroline Peckham Page 0,121

down at me with a dark glint in his eyes that put me on edge.

"Looks like I caught a runway," he purred, a smile widening on his face that sent a shiver of disgust dancing along my skin.

"Sorry, sir, I was just-" I began, but with a flick of his fingers, he stole the air from my lungs and I choked on the next words I'd been going to say.

My eyes widened and I made a move to stand up, but Nixon reached out and pressed a hand to the top of my head to hold me down.

"I think you're alright where you are, sweet thing," he said roughly, licking his lips in that gross toady way that I hoped was because of his Order. "Get on your knees like a good girl. You are a good girl, aren't you?"

Nixon looked down at me with a superior kind of triumph on his face and I glared up at him as my lungs began to burn and I had to fight the urge to start convulsing on the floor and gasping for breath.

"Say, 'yes Nixy'," he prompted before allowing me to suck in a deep breath.

"What do you want?" I snarled and his gaze darkened as he snatched my air away again, wetting his lips slowly before he spoke.

"You may have heard about me from a few of the other inmates and heard that I'm a real good friend to have around here," he said in a slow drawl which made it clear he had no intention of hurrying himself along for the sake of letting me breathe. "I can get you treats and help keep you out of trouble when the need arises. For example, I imagine, you don't want me to have to drag you down to the hole for attacking an officer during the riot tonight?"

I shook my head, unable to speak while he held my oxygen hostage and he smiled wider.

"Mmmmm, well, sweet thing, then how about we become special friends? I like making friends and I like doing things to help them out. So how's about you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours?" He raised a hand to slick his eyebrows down with his finger and thumb then licked his lips again as he surveyed me on my knees before him.

Pinpricks of darkness were closing in around the edges of my vision and when he finally returned my oxygen to me, I had to spend a few moments sucking down air before I could reply.

"You want some kind of exchange?" I asked him, not bothering to hide the sneer of disgust on my face as I refused to look at the bulge of his cock which was pressing against his fly just a few inches from my face. "Spell it out plainly, sacco di merda, what do you want me to do to stay out of the hole?"

Nixon licked his lips again, his chest heaving with deep breaths as his eyes lit with excitement.

"Mmmmm, I think I'd like those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, sweet thing," he purred with such casual confidence that it was clear to me this wasn't the first time he'd forced this bargain on an inmate in here. "Just show me a good time and I'll make sure that you get back to your cell block safe and sound. Then we'll both be happy, won't we?"

"Pensi di poter costringere la regina dell'Clan Oscura a succhiarti it cazzo come una puttana da branco?" I asked him in my most seductive voice and he groaned as he licked his lips again. You think you can force the Queen of the Oscura Clan to suck your dick like a pack whore?

"Mmmmm, I think you and me are going to have a real special friendship," he said, reaching down to unbuckle his belt so that his radio and shock baton hung loose in their holsters either side of his hips.

"Okay, stupratore, I'll give you what you're asking for," I agreed, looking up at him with a promise in my eyes, but not the one he was hoping for.

Nixon made that gross ‘Mmmmm’ sound again and slid his fly open, shoving his pants and boxers down so his hard and unsurprisingly small dick sprung free right in front of my fucking face.

The bastardo directed air magic at the back of my head, pushing me towards him as he gripped my head in his greasy hands and tugged me closer to his crotch.

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