Where I Belong

Chapter 1

Since the day I had met Mistah J, I was transformed into something else. I thought that I was helping him, doing good and yet I was slowly falling for him. Each day I found myself falling for him a little more, the stories he told me about his past hit me hard. Sure I couldn't relate to him at all, but I felt bad for him that I decided to make personal sessions with him away from the prison. With government's approval of course, but they still had guards just outside of the basement Mistah J took me to. That was when he would ask me stuff like, "would you die for me," or "would you live for me?"

I could remember the day so very clearly when I offered myself to be his, he had me laying on that metal table as he'd have me bite down on his belt like a gag. Then his warning that he was going to hurt me really really bad, that sent chills down my spine. Any normal person take that as a sign to hit the hills running. Although I stayed like a good girl and soon the electricity started running through my veins as he'd press the button. The room around me began to spin until soon enough I knocked out. I wasn't strong enough to stay alert after the volts shot through me.

Several hours later I'd wake up and he already had an outfit he wanted me to wear. I wasn't sure what for, but I took the skimpy outfit and swiftly removed the clothes I was wearing to change into the halter top, then the shorts. And then he'd shove some bleach and hair dye in my shaky hands. I'd take it from him, getting the unspoken message and start to fix my hair to his liking. That was the start of our twisted relationship and from that day on I found myself at the club every night, just dancing or grinding with whoever. The men of his always had their eyes glued on me.

They couldn't handle me like Mistah J could, that was a fact and yet I enjoyed to watch them try to control their urges every night that Mistah J didn't want to play with me. So I'd take my pleasure in torturing them, playing with them like Mistah J does to me. Although if I ever did them more than one night, that was very rare since after a night in bed with them I'd just toss them aside. They always bore me right after I've had my fun, just like a puppy dog.

Although tonight was different since Mistah J wanted to cut the time short, surprising me with an idea of having a date night. I would find myself bouncing up and down on my tippy toes, not able to contain my excitement. Then followed him out the club to his car, I'd take a seat in the passenger's seat and listen to the car roar to life and then we off. The two of us just laughing for no apparent reason, but that quickly faded when Batsy showed up and I'd reach for the gun and start to aim it at him. Every shot I made, missed and Mistah J soon swerving off the road and Batsy broke through the front window. He'd grab for me and I'd try to shoo him off, but then the car started to hit the water and we went sinking right down with it.

Still I would try to fight Batsy and find myself getting weak or well loosing the ability to breath. Then felt myself being carried out of the water and laid down in the trunk of a car. Although I wasn't breathing one bit, until Batsy tried giving me CPR and I found myself starting to kiss him. His hand then reaching to wrap his digits around my throat, squeezing it just a bit. I'd laugh as I let my gaze stay focused on him right before he'd shut his trunk to keep me in.

That's how I got where I am today, stuck in a jail cell all alone. Although I met Deadshot here, the one I blamed in a way for killing my Mistah J and I knew why he felt he had to do so. Amanda wanted him gone, so I left and went to my Puddin' and found myself soon falling out. I watched the helicopter go up in flames and it crushed me. Little did I know he made it out alive too, but I had to discover that much later after I went back to jail again. Puddin' found me again and busted me out.

I was so happy to see him, I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard. He looked dashing posing as a police guard and I let out a laugh as his arm wrap around my waist, letting him lead me out to our home.

As we made it back home, his demeanor completely changed and his dominant side was out and I'd watch him toss the guard's helmet at my feet. He'd then stride over to the couch, making himself comfortable and he was ready to play. "Now Harls, get to work or I'll get my whip."

His words sending chills down my spine and I'd nod as I start to walk over to him. I wasn't wearing my usual seductive clothes, but I decided to make the best of it. So I'd kick off my tennis shoes and socks, then grab the top of the orange prison pants. Slowly I begin to tug them down and bend over to help myself with stepping out of it. My ass sticking up high in the air as I finally get to pants off. Then I'd repeat the same process with my panties and walk up closer to my man. I'd hold my panties firmly in my hand, then shove it into his mouth so he can taste how moist they are.

Swiftly I'd lean down and start to undo his belt buckle, then pull his cock free. My hands start to wrap around his length and soon I start to work my hands from the base to the tip, stroking him. My eyes locked on his as I would stroke him, I could feel him growing hard in my grasp and smirk in satisfaction. Then I'd start to position myself on top of him, straddling him and he'd bring his hand up to halt me as he'd spit the panties of mine right in my face.

"Harls how many times do I have to tell you, don't get ahead of yourself? Daddy's going to have to spank you." Mistah J would say in that sinister tone of his, that was how I knew I was home where I belonged.

So I'd give a slight nod of my head and reposition myself so that I'm bent over his lap. He then remove the button up orange shirt and lift the white short sleeved shirt over my head. With the orange button up shirt, I felt him begin to tie it around my wrists tightly so my arms are kept behind my back. With the white one, he'd tear it in half and made it be useful as a blindfold right before tugging at my bra to let my breasts hang right over the cups.

Whatever Mistah J had planned, I knew I'd be in for a long long night and I'd be to sore the next morning. I'd snicker at the thought and soon felt the hard smack to my ass, forgetting to count he'd smack harder and yell at me. "Count or I'll make this so much worse for you."

"One..."

Hearing his deep laugh, I'd squirm in his lap as I feel him reaching over where the night stand was. Not sure what he was getting to use on me, but soon I'd feel the vibrator on its max pressed against my pussy and he shoved it in with no warning what so ever. This was the game he wanted to play at this moment, one I always was bad at controlling myself not to release until he was done spanking me. But this was my place, I was his to do with as he pleased and he very well knew that. And he drove me crazy, crazy for him.