Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
What else is there to do here?
Eat, sleep, shower, exercise, watch TV, jerk off.
And now Lory's here, there's one more option.
Fuck.
6
KINKAID
THE MAN I USED TO BE
She’s nervous. It vibrates against me as if she was shivering in my arms.
It isn’t surprising. Lory’s half the size of one of us, and she’s alone with us in this cut-off part of the prison. I have no doubt that the warden will be down here at least once a day to check on how things are going, but there are a lot of hours to kill and chances for us to do damage if we want.
She doesn’t know anything about what she’s walked into. She doesn’t know our crimes or our backgrounds. In just thirty minutes, she’s formed an opinion. I just hope it’s not a bad one.
Looking at me, anyone might assume I’m a bad man. I have the tattoos and the scars, the darkness behind my eyes, and the build of a potential abuser. I’ve done my share of wrong, more than my share, if the truth be told, but I’m not a man who hurts women unless they like it.
God, I hope she likes it.
While we eat, I try to plan what should happen next. I have Lory, Hyde, and Rock to balance out. What might be good for Lory won’t necessarily work for Rock and Hyde. Hyde, in particular, is impatient. He’s jittery as fuck, and his eyes are still a murky green, not quite turned but not where I’d like them to be.
Lory needs a calm, steady hand. She needs someone to help her relax into her role here. If she does, she’s going to spend a month in a state of pleasure. All I want it to hear is her cries of ecstasy as I fuck my way inside her. I want to feel her come undone on my cock and milk it of all the long years of restricted pleasure. I want to bury myself so deep and stay there, keeping us linked while we sleep so she forgets what her pussy feels like without my thick cock stretching it open. My balls tighten painfully at the thought. But how do we get to that place without freaking her out?
If slow was an option, I’d take it. I could wait for a little while so that the rest of the month was perfect. But Hyde isn’t capable of waiting. Even Rock seems wound tight; his usually relaxed, bulky frame is upright as he eats and watches Lory like a fish about to escape his net.
Jesus. I know Warden’s heart was in the right place, but not for the first time. I wish he could have stumped up the cash for three women. It would have been easier not to have to share, but maybe there’s a method to his madness. He trusts us with Lory because the three of us work together to keep our inner beasts contained. Alone, the beasts could emerge. I wouldn’t have been able to relax, knowing Hyde was alone with a woman, and me and Rock were distracted. We need to be on hand to keep Lory safe until she learns to take him.
When Lory excuses herself to use the bathroom, I make the most of the time.
“I’m going to handle her,” I say. “I’ll ease her in. Get her ready for you.”
Hyde wants to disagree, but Rock quickly jumps in.
“That’s good. She needs it.”
“The room she’s put her stuff in, that’s for her and whoever is with her. The rest sleep in the room next door.”
“The walls are thin in this place,” Rock warns. I get what he’s saying. Noise is going to carry, and noise has the potential to be a trigger.
“Can we watch?” Hyde asks.
“No.”
He doesn’t look happy, but he’ll take it for now.
“Will you tell us about it, like what she looks like, what she feels like, what she tastes like?”
“Yeah, Hyde. I’ll tell you.”
He wraps his hands around the back of his neck and cracks his bones, releasing tension.
“You guys watch TV, so she’s not wondering what you’re doing.”
“Okay.”
Rock rises from the table, grabbing the empty plastic containers which he takes to the kitchen to put in the trash. Hyde wanders to the area set up with four chairs in front of a TV. When he flicks it on, the sound echoes in the space, the upbeat presenter’s voice annoying and false.
Lory appears, scanning the room with wide eyes. She’s freshened up, removing her makeup so her skin is clear and a little pink from scrubbing. Without the dramatic eye makeup, she looks even younger and prettier.
“They’re going to watch some TV,” I say, rising from the bench. “Wanna come with me?”
It’s part question and part instruction and her throat moves with a swallow. She bites the inside of her lips as I hold out my arm to motion her back toward her makeshift bedroom. When we get inside, she stands by the bed while I slowly close the door. I lean against it, cautious about approaching too quickly.