Bad Girl

Reciprocation

The Baroness sleeps soundly through until night, when she wakes up she's momentarily forgotten where she was her heart sinks seeing the barred windows. Then she notices you, you're simply watching her chest rise and fall. You look up making eye contact. 'Sorry, hi, I didn't mean to creep watch you sleep. Did I wake you?' you speak quietly. The Baroness smiles seeing you she reaches up touching your cheek gently. 'No, I slept well dear, for the first time in a long time.' The Baroness turns and sneezes you sit up and rub her back. 'Bless you.' You admire her gorgeous shoulder blades when she leans over she is a beauty. 'Excuse me.' she sniffs and sits up holding the blanket to her chest to protect her modesty. 'Do you have any regrets?' she asks not making eye contact with you. You smile and shift to your knees putting a hand under her chin, she looks at you as captured her in a long slow passionate kiss. When you part she gives a throaty chuckle. 'I'll assume that means no.'

The Baroness purses her lips thoughtfully her long brunette locks curtain one side of her face. 'Let me look at you.' she forces the blankets away from you, and you blink not having been given much of a choice. 'I attended a girl's finishing school there we were taught what to expect upon marriage consummation, I never felt drawn to the male form.' she lightly touches different parts of your body like you are a freshly designed gown for her consideration. 'I like the female form.' she comments absent-mindedly. 'Bend over.' she instructs making you blink. 'Sorry?' She frowns. 'Bend, over, now.' you bend over her lap. 'Your perfect.' she gently caresses your arse without warning she spanks you and you moan. The Baroness quirks an eyebrow. 'Ohh, so you like that sort of thing? Interesting.' you feel her fingers touching between your legs your nipples harden. You move so you can sit on her lap your legs are wrapped around her waist, and she touches you but she looks uncertain.

You place your hand over hers gently guiding her. 'That's right, you're doing, oh, uh, beautifully.' Your hips are responding to her touches, you arch your back and she captures your left nipple between her lips sucking gently. 'Slow, I'm not there just yet darling.' you gently squeeze her wrist to get her to slow down. 'Oh, I see, more like-' You moan loudly your head rolls back. The Baroness's eyes spark with an erotic excitement and a wicked devilishness that she can control you so easily. She admires you, she must possess you, you must be hers and her alone, so what if she's stuck in this rat-infested hole, as long as she has you what does the rest matter? 'Okay, now, yes, yes, YES!' your eyes clamp shut as the pleasure washes over you and you manage to omit a few strangled cries.

The Baroness's lips show a smug satisfaction as though she has beaten you in some sort of contest you did not know you were even competing in. You press your forehead against the crook of your neck biting your bottom lip. 'Good girl.' she purrs and it's a little derogatory but you actually don't mind. You slowly regain your breath she rubs the back of your neck to soothe you and you stay like that for a while your forehead against her neck. She flutters her eyelashes looking down at you, there's another look this one is not unholy. It's like she is seeing you for the first time all over again, she catches herself, and a pang of fear hits her. What if you leave her? What if she ends up alone again? What if there is no escaping these four walls and she will rot in here alone and- You kiss her snapping her from her thoughts. 'What is going on in that beautiful mind of yours Victoria.'

The Baroness smiles involuntarily she forgets you use her name sometimes, she couldn't remember the last time anyone had used it. 'Nothing, just thinking.' You sit up. 'Me too, so how do you go to an all-girls school and not fuck any girls?' The Baroness shrugs. 'Maybe they did not find me beautiful enough?' You look at her not buying it and giving her a look, and you both end up laughing. 'I suppose I have always been a loner and I never really thought I needed anyone.' you nod. 'Sounds lonely.' you interlace your fingers with hers it's amazing how perfectly you fit each other. 'I suppose it was, but I never realised that until I met you.'You laugh. 'Gee, thanks babe you too.' you mock her. She gives you a withering look. 'You know that is not what I meant. I didn't realise until I met you that there was something else I could have in life. I lost my youth to a man who did not wish to love me, it's the autumn of my years, I never expected this.'

You smile listening to her. 'This is real, isn't it? You aren't trying to con me? I don't even have access to my funds.' she looks worried. You gently push her onto her back and look down touching her cheek. 'This is real.' you assure her. 'And for the record, I'm not in here because I'm a hooker.' you interlace the fingers of your other hand with hers and gently pin them above her head. You've got her, she's yours now, and she knows it. This makes her uneasy she was going to possess you but how would it work if it was reciprocated? 'Why are you in prison? I never asked.' she suddenly asks. You give a bittersweet chuckle. 'Murder.' The Baroness is surprised. 'Oh...accidental?' she queries. 'No.' You shake your head. 'On purpose, there was a guy who hurt Natalie so I made him pay.' The Baroness pales and swallows.