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sputtered.
    “Please what?” God, he was being cruel. She
was so on the edge.
    “Please, may I come?” she whimpered.
    “Come. Come for me. Now.”
    “Aaaaaah!” she screamed her release. Her body
jolted from the double whammy—this orgasm as well as the jilted
orgasm from before.
    “Scream my name.”
    “Oh, Mateo! Oooh!”
    “I'm not done with your punishment.”
    She struggled to catch her breath. Her body
glistened with sweat.
    “Up my dick another bit and put it directly
on your clit.”
    The sensation was so intense, she bucked.
“No!”
    “Yes. Keep it there, or I'll have to add
another punishment.”
    “Oh, god!” Her body built up a slow burn,
leaving her panting and gasping.
    “Yes. Take it. If you run away again, do you
know what I would do to you when you come to visit me and beg me to
punish you?”
    “N-No.” Her voice shook from her clit's
contact with the vibrator.
    “You will be wearing these same clothes under
the trench coat. I will restrain you to my cell bars with my belt
and fuck you with the same fucking machine until you scream for me
to stop.”
    “Aaah! Please stop,” she whimpered, squeezing
her thighs together.
    “Keep my dick on you,” he grunted. “Rub it up
and down your folds. I'll make you come again and again, screaming
my name, until you plead and beg me.”
    “Mateo, please!” Her thighs parted.
    “Thrust my dick in and whir it around,” he
ordered. “The prison guards will let me fuck you senseless, because
they'll be getting off on the scene. The inmates will go crazy with
lust—hot and bothered; even if they can't see you or have you,
they'd fuck just to the sounds of your frenzy. Everyone will know
you like it. You like being fucked. You like being punished.”
    “Oh, god! Jesus!” she exclaimed. She got even
wetter.
    “Do you like it? Dominating men's sexual
fantasies? Driving them wild, mad enough to jack off? Knowing they
can't get it, not from you?”
    “Yes!” She clenched his dick.
    “Grind my dick over your clit again,” he
directed. “And when I'm done with you, I might pass the vibrator on
to the guards to give them a shot. Let them know you are my woman and let them play only if I want to share.”
    “No, Mateo!” She wasn't into being passed
around. Her legs jerked anyway. Involuntary. Totally responding
from the clit stimulation. “Oh, sweet Jesus. Oh, god, yes!”
    “I'll fuck you until your knees buckle and
you're hanging from my bars, too weak to refuse me, too weak to run
away ever again.”
    “Oh, oh, ohh!” she shrieked as she came
again. “Jesus fucking Christ!”
    “Hurts, doesn't it?” He knew she had come
again.
    She whimpered, sore from overuse and
overstimulation.
    “That's how I feel when you run away when I'm
caged. Turn my dick off and stick it in. Feel yourself coming with
the fullness of my dick inside. I like stuffing you, feeling
you...milking me dry.”
    She panted heavily, sweat dripping from her
brow. “Mateo,” she whispered.
    “You like it when I talk dirty, huh?” His
voice was soft. Tender.
    “Yes.”
    “Is that why you never enjoyed it before?” He
was earnest.
    “Yes.” Her chest lifted. The weight she
carried for over two years completely dissipated.
    “Good. I can start with that.”
    Start? You mean, there's more? Natalia
liked the sound of that. She couldn't wait to find out what that
meant.
    “Prison has given me perspective, Natalia.
And I have many more perspectives to run across you, if you
so desire.”
    She inhaled sharply.
    “I'll take that as a yes.”
    She did not deny his assertion.
    His gentle tone gave way to directives again.
“You're coming home with my men on the next flight over tomorrow.
After you land, keep your phone on, juiced, all the time. Bring it
with you everywhere, the bathroom, the bedroom. If I call you, you
need to answer, ready to be fucked, ready to be rewarded—anytime,
anywhere.”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, Sir .”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “I wouldn't be