Page 46 of Straightjacket

She drags her hands from the desk and plants them on the globes of her ass, spreading her pussy open for me and I slide right in, my eyelids heavy and jaw slack, as I watch my cock disappear inside of her tight cunt. In and out I slide, stroking her walls, feeling every ridge until I start to feel dizzy from the pleasure.

“Fuck...” she blows out. “Right there, go deeper.”

“Are you sure you can take all of me?” I tease, grinning from ear to ear as I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her back with every slow thrust. She moans as I hit that sweet spot, then turns her head slightly to face me, a blazing fire in her eyes.

“You know I can. Your cock was made for this pussy, wasn’t it?”

Well, fuck me right in this ass because I’m nothing but Iris’s little bitch.

My hips stutter at her erotic words and I fumble over my own as she tenses around me, sucking me right inside. “F...fuck, yes... it is.” I drop my head back, groaning into the air as she continues to praise me.

“That’s it, baby.” She hums as she forces her ass backwards, using my cock to get us both off. “You’re such a good boy for me, so big and thick. I want you to cum for me, fill me all the way up.”

Did we just develop a praise kink?

I nod, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I ram my cock so far inside of her that I’m sure I’m tickling her tonsils. Whimpers spill from my mouth as a different breed of ecstasy sends the temperature of my blood spiking to an unhealthy rate.

“Ohh... fuck, Iris.” Her name spills from my lips as I feel my entire body shake, the tightness of her pussy strangles my cock and as she clamps around me. “God, right there... right there, I’m coming.”

Iris squirms against the table. “Yes yes yes!” She chants as the desk legs scrape against the floor. “I’m right... there!”

Fireworks explode behind my eyes and I groan, an animalistic noise breaking through my chest as the electric orgasm fires through me, turning my limbs to jelly.

Together we implode, our shattered fragments flying through the air like stray bullets until we collide. The pieces of our souls joining together one last time.

Carefully I slip myself out and immediately zip the jumpsuit back up to hide the blood that’s now pouring out of my stomach. My mind becomes hazy, but I manage to brush it off, just long enough to help Iris re-dress. She looks up at me, a bright smile on her face then it falters as she trails her gaze downwards.

“Silas...” My name lingers on her tongue. “What’s wrong?”

I place my hand on my stomach then turn it over, fresh blood coats my palm and my skin grows clammy. “I’m... alright, I pro–”

The floor rapidly rises and just as I’m about to fall to my knees, Iris catches me and pulls my arm over her shoulder, using all the energy she has to keep me upright. I feel myself become weaker, my eyes growing heavy once again.

“No, no. Look at me, keep looking at me. I’m gonna get us out of here, alright?” The words tumble out of her mouth, and I can hear the panic in her voice, the fear that’s also consuming me too, but I don’t have the energy to reply so I just nod, doing everything that I can to keep my eyes open. She blows out a heavy breath then hoists me up further, before walking me out of the office and back into the hallway.

Blood drips onto the floor, leaving a morbid trail behind us and I blindly follow her into what looks like the main entrance of Salem Penitentiary. Bodies cover the floor and just up ahead, I can see the doors, the finish line beckoning me closer.

“Iris...” I mumble. She stops for a moment and turns towards me. Fear spills down her face in the form of tears and I can feel my heart shattering, the tendons snapping as I look at her. “In...side my pocket, there’s a piece of paper with... an address on. Take it out... for me, will you?”

Her brows drop in confusion, then with one hand she searches my pockets until she finds what I asked for and pulls it out.

“Is this it?”

“Yeah... that’s it. I need... I need you to keep hold of it, alright? Because whatever happens, that’s... your way out of here.”

She begins to shake her head, a waterfall of tears raining down her face. “What? No, no absolutely not. This,” she shakes the paper in front of my face. “Is our way out of here, not just mine.”

I’m desperate to believe her, to believe that everything will be alright, but the truth is, I’m bleeding out and there’s no stopping it.

“Please, listen to me baby.” I press, holding back tears of my own. “You have... a better chance of getting out of here... than I do.”

Her bottom lip trembles and she shakes her head. “No. I’m not doing that; I’m not leaving you. Where you go, I go. Remember? Tell me you remember!”

“I remember,” I breathe out as my body grows weaker. “I remember everything. I remember every promise... and every word I said to you. Now... I need a promise–”

My words are cut short as Thorne strides into the room, his hand wrapped firmly around a gun as the guard beside him drags out a woman with baby pink hair, her round face covered in blood. She whimpers in his hold as her gaze darts between me and Iris. Then two more guards arrive, boxing us in.

“Dolly?” Iris cries out, forcing me to look back at the woman. I focus on her for a moment, our eyes clashing together and I instantly recognise her from my time here, but something feels off, like I know her from a different place.