Fuck. I hoped he wouldn’t be in this dump for long.
7
SLOAN
I gripped my cock tight in my hand, staring at the picture of Conall on the disposable phone. The green collar wasn’t as vibrant as the red, but the silver spikes on it were superior, a sign to my men that my pet was in charge bymyauthority. They didn’t have to know the significance of the collar to understand I’d given it to Conall and what it meant.
A flush spread across his cheeks and down his neck, while the smirk on his face was delectable, his eyes shining wickedly. That was all it took for me to get hard. I’d retreated to my cell and pulled out my cock, coating myself with spit, before getting to work. The pressure of my hand on my rigid length wasn’t enough to imagine Conall’s warmth, but it was sufficient for the circumstances. I wouldn’t be in here for long.
I shoved the phone under my mattress before I settled in again. I fantasized about Conall’s mouth—wet and hot—and how eager he always was. For someone who hadn’t sucked cock before me, he loved it when he got on his knees in front of me. His lashes fluttered and his eyes darkened with lust as he sucked on my flushed tip, tongue darting out to steal a taste.
“Please, Boss?” he whispered in a pleading voice, caught between acting innocent and taking what he wanted.
People underestimated Conall. Once, he didn’t have the drive, and now that he did, he was unstoppable. He always got what he wanted, and all it took were some coy words and a simple look. And that was a lot sexier than anything else. Eventually, everyone fell for his act, even me, though I always saw his careful manipulation for what it was.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in the fantasy, smirking. “Go ahead, Pet. Take what you want.”
He darted his tongue out to trace the weaving veins across my cock before taking it into his mouth. He sucked softly at first before his desperation for a throat full of cum grew. The noises he made were frantic and needy, like he’d die if he didn’t swallow my load. The sinful sounds were always enough to nearly send me crashing over the edge. Holding back took every ounce of my restraint. Conall was the first and only pet that drove me absolutely insane.
A sharp pounding outside my cell had my eyes snapping open, and I glanced toward the unlocked bars, where Hanson stood with a mean smirk. He leaned against the threshold, arms crossed and eyes sharp.
“Get up, Killough. Yard time.” His lip curled into a sneer.
I gritted my teeth but offered him a curt nod. “I’m nearly finished.”
He laughed abruptly and stepped in, placing a hand on top of the baton stuffed into his utility belt. “Now, Killough. I’m in charge here, not you.”
I let go of my throbbing cock and tilted my hips to yank up my pants. Slipping out of the poor excuse for a bed, I gave him a wry smile. “Sure thing,Officer.”
His gaze dipped down my body. I wasn’t stupid—he wasn’t interested, this was a ploy for dominance. From the moment I’dentered Rikers, he’d hated me. The man lived off fear, and right now, I was scarier than him in this place. Criminals looked at me with trepidation and scurried to get out of my way. This was my territory, even if I was locked up.
“You can call me boss.” Hanson yanked out his baton and slapped it against his palm. “Go on, I’ll wait.”
Anger thrummed at my temple. Most guards avoided causing issues with me because, sooner or later, I would be out and would inflict horrors worse than any damage they could cause in here. But Hanson was built different. His arrogance won over his survival instincts.
Raising my chin, I smirked. “You’re not my boss.”
Hanson chuckled and went to turn away before he swung around again and slammed his baton across my right knee. I grunted and my legs gave out, causing me to land on the floor in front of him. Agony radiated from where I’d been struck.
Hanson rested the tip of his baton under my chin and raised it so I was staring up at his face. “Who am I to you, Killough?”
“Officer,” I sneered. “Nothing more than the shit under my shoes. I’m going to make your life hell when I get out of here, Hanson.”
Hanson laughed loudly and raised his baton.
I kept my head up. I wouldn’t cower for this arsehole.
“Hanson!” Taffart strode into the cell and grabbed the baton before Hanson could bring it down on me. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Hanson ripped the weapon out of Taffart’s hold and turned toward him, squaring his shoulders. “I’m reprimanding an inmate. What areyoudoing? Don’t like how I’m talking to yourboss, Taffart?”
Taffart snarled toward Hanson and grasped a fistful of Hanson’s shirt, dragging him out of the cell. Hanson shovedhim, and they faced off with each other while I forced myself onto my feet, regardless of the pain that vibrated from my knees.
“Fuck off. Now. Before I get the warden.”
Taffart pushed Hanson, and despite Hanson taking a step forward, he hesitated before he let out a frustrated growl and spun on his heel, stalking past other cells and away from us.
Taffart turned toward me and winced. “Boss, you okay?”
