Standing straight, I let out a piercing whistle—one the men here have been trained to obey. Trained like the dogs they are.
Instantly, they stop and look up.
I walk forward slowly. They move out of the way anxiously, like children waiting to be scolded by their parents.
That’s right. These men know who holds the power here.
I stride right up to Alice, who is cowering in the doorway of her cell, legs curled up to her chest. “Come with me.”
Her eyes widen, and she looks up at me with such gratitude.
“You—you’re saving me—?”
“I’m doing no such thing,” I snap, causing her to jump. “You have a visitor.”
Her pink lips tremble with confusion. “A visitor?”
“Your lawyer. Now come with me. I won’t ask again.”
Marvin Newson is waitingbehind the glass as I enter the visiting room with Alice. I walked in front of her from the East Wing. It was the only way to keep my eyes off her.
She stops and turns to me, as if seeking approval.
“Go,” I tell her. “Speak with him.”
After reviewing her file and seeing the terrible lawyer she was appointed by the state, I called Marvin and had him come in. He owes me a favor, and there’s more to her case than meets the eye. I can feel it.
She’s still jittery as she takes cautious steps toward the glass. Probably still shaken up from the fight. I wonder if she fully realizes what would have happened to her if I hadn’t stepped in.
“Hi, Alice, I’m Marvin Newson. Are they treating you well?” he asks. From where I’m standing, Alice’s hips are mesmerizing. Even in her jumpsuit, the slope of her lower back is brutal, leading to an ass that has my cock swelling beneath my pants.
“I…I guess. I’m doing okay,” she replies.
“That’s good,” the lawyer says. “You’ll let me know if that changes?”
I can’t take it any longer. She’s too much. Before I know it, I’m down on my knees like a dog, crawling across the floor to her, out of her lawyer’s sight.
Look what she does to me. My body is screaming for her. Just to take her right here and now.
Alice nods. “Yes.” Her voice is adorable, like a songbird in spring.
“That’s good,” I hear Marvin say.
Grit from the floor grinds my palms as I slide up between her legs. From here, I can feel the warmth of her body, and as I bring my face closer to her untouched center, I get a delicious whiff of her scent.
“But I’m going to get out of here. I’m going to prove my innocence so I can return home—”
I tear her jumpsuit at the thighs, exposing her panties. Unable to hold back any longer, I thumb them aside and start to eat her.
That’s it. My sweet nectar.
An adorable moan slips from her lips. I look up and watch as her eyes close and her head tilts back. She reaches out with both palms and braces herself against the glass.
“Alice?” Marvin asks, his voice filled with concern. “Are you…okay?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine…” she mumbles. When she opens her eyes, they’re glistening, tears of pleasure pooling in her ducts.
“Oh, okay.”
