Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Fifteen: I Don't Make Love...

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say, it's complicated

Bad Things: Camila Cabello and Machine Gun Kelly

After the movie and dinner, Trisha had a thrill inside of her that she needed someone to tame. If she couldn't have Mac at that moment, Michael would have to do. She finished off her fifth glass of champagne and stood up, smirking down at her husband and grabbing him by the wrists. She pulled him up and as soon as he was standing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, clawing at his back. Michael's arms went around her waist and tugged hard, and Trisha could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. Trisha moaned into his mouth and tugged at his belt. "M-Michael..."

He leaned down and grabbed her by her thighs, lifting her up and taking her into the bedroom. Once at the foot of their bed, Michael dropped her down and smirked, forcing her knees apart. "Black? Damn, that's hot." He murmured, taking them by the rim and tearing them down her legs.

"Baby..." she moaned, grabbing his wrists hard. "Take it off. T-take it all off."

Michael chuckled. "Happily." Then he worked on her top, slowly pulling it off to reveal her black bra. "Fuck, I love seeing you match." He growled, leaning down and kissing her chest softly.

"S-suck them, Michael." Trisha begged. God she needed this high. Her body was on fire, and she wanted Michael to quench it.

Michael unsnapped her bra and tossed it to the side, leaning down and lapping at her nipples. Trisha moaned loudly and clutched at his hair, pushing him down her body towards her skirt. Michael took over and pulled her skirt down as well, leaving Trisha naked and exposed to him, completely vulnerable and at his mercy, and god she loved it.

Michael unbuttoned his shirt first, letting it fall to the floor. Then his pants and boxers were removed, and Trisha was dripping at the sight of her husband. He leaned down and grabbed her knees, forcing them apart and dipping his head down. Trisha moaned as he blew on her, cooling her hot wet folds. "M-Michael..."

He chuckled and leaned forward, nipping hard at the soft flesh. She yelped a bit and jerked her hips. Aw glanced down, just as he started roughly eating her out. She moaned and arched her back, only to have his nimble hands hold her hips down. "Don't move," he ordered.

Trisha sucked in a sharp breath and bit her lip, loving the feeling as Michael continued to take his time licking her, sucking and biting. She wanted to moan so loudly, but oh dear, what would he do?

Just as she felt herself nearing her climax, Michael stopped and pulled away, rolling Trisha onto her stomach and smacking her ass hard, making her squeak. Then she moaned and arched her rear end up to him. He slammed it back down, though, and she felt his chest pressing to her back as he towered over her.

"M-Michael, please, make love to me," she begged.

He chuckled darkly, and his hands wrapped around her throat. "Baby, I don't make love. I fuck hard." He growled, sending shivers down Trisha's spine. "Have you been good?"

"Y-yes," she panted, but her mind flashed to Mac and her time with him. She hadn't been good, but oh she was glad she wasn't. Just remembering what Mac had done to her sent even more arousal through her. Fuck, what would having a threesome be like? With Mac, and maybe another inmate like Rick...

"Are you sure? You weren't being good earlier." Michael demanded. "I think I'm going to have to punish you for that."

Trisha bit her lip, just as a hard hand slapped across her ass. She screamed out, her right cheek burning with the smack, ad fuck she wanted more. "I-I've been bad," she moaned. "I deserve this."

"Damn right you deserve this." Michael murmured, smacking her rear again. She gasped and clutched the sheets.

"M-Michael, I don't th-think this lesson is s-sinking in." She mumbled.

She was flipped onto her back again, with Michael positioned between her legs. "Really? Am I going to have to fuck you?" He demanded.

"Y-yes."

Michael thrusted her legs apart again, this time spreading them as far as they could go. Then he smirked and took his dick in his hand and inserted it inside her. She gasped as he started thrusting, and both of their moans could be heard throughout the house. Thank god Hannah was at her grandma and grandpa's house. Michael pounded into her, and Trisha started rocking her hips against him, wanting oh-so-badly to have her climax. But it seemed like Michael was close.

"I-I'm al-almost th-there," he growled, pounding harder.

"I-I'm not!" She panted, but it was too late. Michael stilled over her, emptying his load into her. Trisha was crushed as he pulled out, having a look of guilt on his face.

"I'm sorry," he breathed. Trisha groaned and rolled out of the bed, going over to the dresser and dressing into a pajama shirt and undies. Then she headed over to their bathroom. "Baby, I'm sorry. I can keep going if you want."

"No. It's fine." She muttered.

"Trisha I-"

"I said it's fine." She snapped. "I'll just finish myself off in the shower."

Michael was silent. Trisha went into the bathroom and sighed, dropping the clothes on the counter and starting a bath. The build up was amazing, and she wished that she had finished when he was eating her out. Instead, she was unsatisfied and horny.

As she settled herself in the nice hot tub, she had an idea. Mac could get her off easily, and she needed it badly. Plus, what other option did he have? Guards like Holden or Katherine? No, she was the easiest to access, and she had him the next day. He'd say yes, they'd fuck, and then continue therapy while Michael was at work. Yeah, that would work well. That'd work perfectly.