Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 5720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
“You look perfect, baby girl.” It’s funny because when he looks at me all I want to do is show off for him. It’s nothing like when the guard does it. “Come sit down next to me, and let’s talk for a bit.”
“I did everything you asked,” I tell him as I take the seat beside him and reach for his cuffed hands on top of the table. I nod toward the gift and then sigh. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah, but there’s a couple of details I didn’t want to tell you. Not until you were here in person. I didn’t want to write it in my letter and have the wrong people see it.”
“What is it?” I can tell from his serious tone that it’s something really important.
“You trust me don’t you, baby girl?” His fingers twine with mine, and I’m reminded for the millionth time how much I miss his touch.
“Of course I do, Daddy. More than anyone else in the whole world.” He bends down and places a kiss on my fingers and then brushes his lips over them a few times. The soft caress of his mouth on my skin is tender and sweet. Which is what I’ve been missing all these months. I guess I took for granted just how much I needed him until he was gone.
“Then I need you to do what they say when they take me away. Got it?”
“What?” I glance around at the guards in the room, and a couple of them are watching us. “What’s going to happen?”
“Just do what you’re told, and everything is going to be all right.” He grins at me, and it warms my soul even in the coldest place.
“You know I always do what you tell me to.” I wink at him, and it must be the right answer. He looks me up and down in my little costume, and I preen a little as his attention.
“You do, baby girl. You sure do.” He kisses my hand again.
“Daddy,” I whisper, and he does it once more.
“I’ll see you soon” is all he says before he leans back and nods to the guard who brought me in.
“Where are you going?” It’s only been a few minutes, and all the other family members are still here.
Just then, another guard comes over and unlocks Daddy. He stands from the table and then he’s led out of the visitors’ room without another word.
“Come with me,” the first guard says as he grabs the gift off the table.
“Do I really have to go?” I want to cry as I do what I was told and follow him out of the room. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye or Merry Christmas.” I sniff, but the guard ignores me.
When we get to the entrance, I want to beg him to take me back, but just when I’m about to, he opens a side door. I hesitate, and he nods toward it.
“You want to see your daddy, don’t you? Then come with me.”
CHAPTER 2
CINNAMON
The guard leads me down a long dark hallway that’s concrete on either side. It feels like it takes forever, but then he buzzes us through an iron door. I have a bunch of questions that keep popping up, but I remember what Daddy told me and press my lips together. I’ll be good and do what they say.
Once we’re through the door and he locks it back, I see lots and lots of bars. It looks like there’s a whole block of cells, and the guard is nudging me in front of them. He’s got his hand on my ass again as I put one foot in front of the other and try to stay calm. As soon as I glance in one of the cells, I realize it was a mistake. I caught the attention of one of the inmates and he wolf-whistles at me. It’s like it sets off a chain reaction, and suddenly all the inmates are craning out of their cells to get a look at me. The guard is making me walk slowly like he’s showing me off, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Let me see your pussy, pretty girl,” someone hisses at me, but I don’t turn back to see which one it was.
“Fuck, let me smell it.” I hear another shout.
“Open your mouth.”
That last one gets my attention, and I look over to see the guy has his dick in his hand and he’s jacking off. I almost trip over my own feet at the sight, and as he groans, cum pours from the tip. It’s like a car crash, and I can’t stop watching.
“Show’s over, boys,” the guard with his hand on my ass says, and then he buzzes us through to another hallway.
I feel like I ran a marathon, and by the time we get on the other side, I’m out of breath. At least there aren't any cells in this section of the prison, but my relief is not long-lived. Up ahead is a man in a suit standing in what looks like the jail’s hospital. He lets us in the infirmary and then closes the door behind us. When I turn around, I’m shocked to see Daddy sitting in the corner and handcuffed to the chair.