B.S. Dolphin Forbidden Pleasures  Rattling His Cage 
 
 
 Rattling His Cage 
   
   
 
 Rattling His Cage 
 
   
 By B.S. Dolphin 
   
 Copyright 2013 B.S. Dolphin 
   
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 I awoke panting and blinking in the cold darkness, trying to clear my head of inmate #59823; the one that could sweet-talk his way into a lot of shit if you gave him but half a chance. Having just landed a job in town—where jobs are way too scarce—I’m still shocked at what happened that first day. 
 I’ll never forget him. With amusement in his eyes and voice, he whispered to me, “Hey Sweetie, you look like that angel that owned my dream last night. Could I be so lucky?” 
 He grinned—a lop-sided affair that told me he knew exactly what effect he was planning to have on me—as I stood tall and silent, remembering the advice they gave in orientation:  When they sneer or try to talk to you, just keep quiet. They’ll finally wear themselves out. 
 But he didn’t give up. As soon as he spied my badge and read my name—Angela—his interest stayed piqued. He kept repeating it, finessing it with his tongue until my gaze finally met his. He blasted me with such charisma that, much later, I found myself wondering how long it had taken him to hone that killer look. He  was  a killer. I sensed it. 
 At the time, I made myself move away from him—just as they’d suggested... 
 Only it was a mistake. I had absolutely no idea how tight my uniform pants were. I heard his low growl of, “Ah…damn!” and I swear I felt his gaze roam over my ass. 
 Completely forgetting for a minute where the hell I was, I grinned and glanced back at him. My eyes widened while my breath froze when I saw those heavy bars separating us. He caught on right away…as if he’d trained himself to be an expert at reading body language. 
 He was grinning again but, this time, the sheer predatory vibe in his stance made me shiver. Damned if that tiny shake of my body didn’t register with him, causing his grin to give way to a set of dimples as he growled, “Ah, you are that angel alright!” 
 I silently cursed my blush as it spread over my face but I stayed silent. A bicep jumped in his arm and my gaze rebelliously darted to it. He was extremely well built. Most of the prisoners were. I found it hard to tear my gaze away as his muscles twitched all the way down the elaborate array of tats, crawling up his arm and over his chest. 
 To my horror, I found myself dazedly asking, “What do they mean?” 
 The victory that flooded his voice should have sounded my inner alarm. As it were, I must’ve unknowingly muted the volume because that wasn’t my only red-flag. 
 By the time my gaze connected with his again, his eyes had hardened. They held me rooted in place while his finger pointed to the first one, “Killed by bullet,” before sliding a fraction of an inch, “By blade,” and pausing again, “ By hand! ” 
 He jerked the bars of his cage on that last two menacing words, causing me to jump. His laughter rolled down my spine but my morbid curiosity was fired, “Why?” 
 He leaned his forehead against a bar, wiggling a bar-wrapped finger to beckon me. I shook my head so he whispered, “They only pretended to be my angels.” 
 My eyes widened as I breathed in horror, “They were all women?” 
 His malevolent grin drew a sharp gasp from me as his finger pointed out the three names marching over his hard chest. His voice dipped down to a seductive rumble, “Angela—my little angel—it would place you in such honors if you’d just read their names out loud. Besides, what could that hurt?” 
 My mind burned with a feverish curiosity and—I have to admit—I started to fantasize about those powerful killing hands roaming down my body. My nipples tingle and, as if in a mad daze, I stepped forward. He tilted his head slightly against the bar as he leaned his hard chest against them to give me a better view. My eyes never left those names. As if I’d lost all sanity, my feet moved me another step closer. 
 Frowning and squinting, I leaned toward his chest. Realizing too late just how close I’d actually gotten, I gasped in shock, “They’re all…!” 
 As quick as lightning, he had me. I had a split-second to be thankful that we don’t carry actual guns before my back was slammed against the bars, one hard arm around my neck as his breath tickled my ear, “…all the same as yours. That’s right, Sweetness.” 
 My hand clawed at my belt for pepper spray, my taser, the handcuffs—anything—as my brain screamed,  he’ll snap your fucking neck! 
 He was too fast and strong, wrenching one hand up between my shoulder blades and lifting me off the ground. He trapped the bars between me and his chest in a tight squeeze that knocked my breath out. Freeing one hand, he reached between my legs and tore my zipper open. 
 I tried to squirm, hearing the roar of my blood pounding in my temples, as he ripped my panties aside and plunged his fingers repeatedly and harshly into me. My vision narrowed and I realized I was about to pass out a split-second before his fingers tore at my ass. My ragged throaty cries caused the inmates down the line to roar as hands holding mirrors shoved between the bars. 
 More guards were suddenly in front of me, forcing him to release me. I fell into their arms, shaking and dragging air into my starved lungs. 
 I was granted mandatory leave and counseling before I was placed back on duty at the same place. Of course, the other inmates heckled me relentlessly but I like to think that I’m mentally stronger now because of it. 
 They placed my charismatic prisoner in solitary confinement where he resided for a couple of weeks. His scheduled release date teased my mind. I’d discovered myself suspended in such a high state of desire that I’d had to masturbate every night since that day just to find solace in sleep. 
 
 The mere thought of those strong hands tearing at my taint still drives me mad… 
 
   
 ***** 
   
 I wore thongs just for him. But when they marched him—shackled and slumped between them—back into his cell, he doesn’t even glance my way…at first. 
 Another guard asked me softly, “You gonna be okay, Angela?” 
 I nodded, staring at inmate #59823 with a stoic expression on my face. The guard cocked an eyebrow, “Okay. Let us know if he tries anymore shit.” 
 At my obedient nod, he exited with the rest of them. The whole block fell completely silent. As if he felt the weight of my gaze on him, the inmate slowly raised his freshly shampooed head and grinned at me, “Did you wear those thongs just for me, little angel?” 
 My eyes widened and I swallowed hard at his shrewdness. His grin deepened. My breath caught as he rose and made his way slowly to the bars, dragging his shackled feet across the hard floor, “Someone forgot to unlock my chains, Sweetness. Can you do me the honors?” 
 My bark of disbelief echoed from the concrete walls but the crackle of my radio briefly stole my attention, “Sorry about this, Angela, but could you please unlock the inmate’s shackles? Do you require assistance?” 
 My eyes narrowed on him as he pointedly rattled his chains. My hesitation made another crackle come through, “If assistance is needed, hold up. We got a slight issue in another cell block.” 
 I knew that a cellblock issue meant the guard was temporarily leaving his post and would not monitor the cameras. Hiding my knowing look, I told the guard, “I got it,” 
 I was so focused on those huge powerful hands wrapping around the bars that I didn’t notice other prisoners poking mirrors out of their cells to watch. I gave him a warning look before I knelt and, reaching through the bars, unlocked the ankle shackles first—solely for my protection. 
 I glanced up to make sure he wasn’t trying anything— while hoping he actually was —and caught a slight jumping movement on his thigh. 
 He pressed his hips against the bars, outlining a healthy bulge in his prison uniform that jumped when my eyes landed on it. His whisper caressed my mind, “All yours for the taking. I can tell you want it,” 
 My jaw sagged, causing him to nod eagerly, “Ah, yeah…now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!” 
 Ignoring his teasing, I quickly stood. His gaze hung on my mouth as he licked his lips. With obvious yearning, he grinned and told me, “You know how many years it’s been since I’ve kissed a woman?” 
 I tensed, realizing we were just inches apart. Our closeness was too unnerving. There was something so damn irresistible—seemingly harmless—about the whole situation that I found myself leaning forward to grant him, at the least, that one kiss. As soon as his lips closed over mine, generating enough heat to send a searing ache slicing through me, I knew that kiss wasn’t the end of it. I knew deep down that it couldn’t end there. 
 Pressing myself against the bars, I felt him jerk as he bit down hard on my lower lip—drawing blood—before his guttural growl, “See what you do to me?” 
 He then released my mouth to leave me wide-eyed and clutching the bars. My gaze dropped as I felt warmth and wetness touching my thigh and breathed, “Oh, shit!” as I shakily backed away. 
 I glanced at the camera with trepidation, knowing I’d just lost my job but he gave a bark of laughter, “Just give Dave and a couple of other guards a taste of your delicious pussy. They’ll let you get away with…” A smirk twisted his mouth, “…murder.” 
 My gaze flew to his as he continued, “I bet you have such a fine tasting pussy. You can’t wait for it to be fucked, can you? And I know you wanna taste my cock, don’t you?” 
 Blushing but without answering him— my brazen behavior should be answer enough —I mindlessly reached through the bars to release his bound hands. He loosely grabbed my wrist in a non-threatening gesture. I tried to hide my nervousness. 
 Waiting until after I’d collected the chains and cuffs, he reached through them and squeezed my right breast while his other hand guided my hand to his chest. At that moment, I felt an instantaneous and weird connection with him. 
 I laid my hand flat against his chest before slowly skimming over his muscular abs. Sliding it lower, I slipping my hand inside his pants to wrap my fingers around his wet, rock-hard cock as he groaned. I was convinced that I’d found my chance to turn the tables on him. 
 Squeezing the base of his cock as hard as I could, I brought my hand up swiftly a couple of times as surprise flashed over his face. He hissed in breath and rattled his bars as he jerked again, spewing his cum over my hand. I grinned as I slipped it back out of his pants, brought it to my mouth, and—as the entire cellblock roared behind me—licked it off right in front of him. 
 With the roar growing louder and his grin widening at each lick of my tongue, I had the whole block rocking to a jerk-off fest. Then I moaned. Groans split the air all around me, mingling with the sounds of prisoners shooting their loads. 
 He suddenly started to laugh and shake his head, causing me to giggle. Frankly, I was giddy with relief, thinking there was no way he could go a third round. What can I say? I was totally out of my league! My bad… 
 Just as fast as he started to laugh, his hand shot out to grab me by the hair and drag my face to his as he growled, “Oh how eager! Now suck it for real!” 
 He shoved me into a sitting position with a strong hand while his other shot out to capture a wrist and pull me toward him. His other hand caught my other wrist as I tried to brace myself, jerking both of them around and through the bars. He efficiently and effectively had me trapped. 
 I knew, with one swift movement from him, he’d easily brain me or snap my neck. But he surprised the hell out of me. He jerked upward, bringing me to my knees and causing me to rake in a loud gasp when my pussy throbbed. I breathed a ragged and lust-drenched, “ Holy shit! ” 
 His deep laughter simultaneously mocked and encouraged, “That’s right, Sweetness.  I know you! ” 
 Those three words—spoken with such arrogant confidence as his gaze held mine—rocked my world. He whipped his long hard cock out and growled around a smile, “Open wide, little angel,” before slapping it down on my tongue. 
 With the roar of eager prisoners behind me drowning out my greedy moans, I pressed my face against the cold metal bars and let him pound away. 
 His hand fisted in my hair while my hands wrapped around the bars, both of us holding me firmly in place as he shoved his cock repeatedly into my throat. He didn’t cum this time. 
 Instead, he swiftly pulled himself out and me up against the bars before spinning me around. He held my hips tightly against the bars and ordered, “Pull your pants down. I want to taste and fuck that sweet pussy.” 
 I pressed my bared ass against the bars as he held my hands trapped through them with one hand. The other wrapped around my legs, shifting me over to center a cold hard metal pipe against my asshole. He then lifted me off the ground and raking my pussy and asshole against the cold metal. I could hear him panting behind me, licking at my ass before he spit in his palm and smeared it into me. 
 With my feet dangling off the concrete, he slammed into me. Spearing me on his cock, he started fucking me hard and deep. Rattling the bars of his caged as he pounded into me, he howled his glee at finally finding his angel. 
 As the smell of our heated sex flooded the block, the prisoners went mad. It’s the only time on record that a female guard was sentenced to prison for having hot, consensual sex with a prisoner…which also caused one massive riot. 
 But that’s okay. I get out in two more years. And, he’ll be waiting…along with the rest of them. 
 ~~ The End ~~ 
   
 
 
 
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 B.S. Dolphin, living in Tennessee, has enjoyed freelance creative writing for numerous years. Holding a BS in Communication, she recently opted for creativity verses technical writing due to an imagination running amok. Writing for various clients, short stories on erotic blog sites, and self published; she mixes action with romance and rolls it in dark conflict on a daily basis. Ghostwriting for various contracts has granted a plethora of knowledge and feedback. Release into the ocean of writers under her own name has been a learning process. Recognizing the twisting loops within the learning curve has been thrilling. She is now eagerly racing around the next bend.  
   
   
 
 
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