Pinned Down

by C. Michelle

  It doesn’t escape me that guilty blood is still fair game in his eyes. He wants to be a part of my life. He wants to survive. When I last saw him, he was broken, defeated, and with no fight left in him. Now…he has a purpose to live…me. “Isn’t this conversation being recorded?” I ask to distract my thoughts.

  “No. I have my ways of getting what I want, hija. It’s usually just a matter of price. Most people…have a price.”

  “Oh. Um…I don’t want to know. The less I know, the better. I’ll speak with Michael and coordinate with him to visit you. Okay?”

  “Okay.” Diego responds.

  “In the meantime, please stay safe. Don’t do anything…unnecessary…unless it’s for your protection.” Am I condoning violence? No! But I don’t want him to get hurt either! Defending himself and searching for trouble are two completely different things! “Will our conversations be recorded when I visit you?”

  “No. I will make sure of it.” Diego affirms.

  “Even as a prisoner, you still have power?” I ask with doubt in my voice.

  “Yes, even as a prisoner. The power behind my name, my reputation, my fortune, and my knowledge follow me wherever I go.”

  “Oh. Okay. Well, hopefully I’ll see you soon.”

  “I look forward to your visit, hija. Please be careful out there and don’t trust anyone besides Michael who mentions my name for your own safety. I love you, hija. Good night.”

  His concern for me melts my heart. “Good night.” I reply simply and hang up the phone.

  I turn to Michael and apologize once again for slamming the door on his face. He’s young for an attorney I notice. His facial expression is serious. His mood makes him look mysterious, yet extremely handsome. His dark eyes match the small patch of hair on the top of his head. His hair has a razor blade fade all around except at the top. He reminds me of a tall, delicious marine in a high end civilian suit. He’s absolutely yummy. Just as I’m drooling over my father’s attorney, Kade walks in through the front door.

  “No need to apologize, Valentina. I’m glad you’re not too trusting of strangers.” Michael responds in a business tone.

  Before I have a chance to introduce Michael to Kade, Kade interrupts our conversation. “Hi, I’m Kade Daly, but please call me K.D.” Kade extends his hand to shake Michael’s.

  This motherfucker… I shake my head. Has absolutely no shame!

  “KADE,” I emphasize his name. “Michael is Diego’s attorney. He surprised me a few minutes ago and stopped by.”

  “Oh, when did you two meet?” Kade asks confused and with a hint of irritation for not telling him of this delicious man.

  “We literally just met when he stopped by a few minutes ago.”

  “Oh. Are you new in town, Michael? Because if you are, I’d be more than glad to show you around.” Kade brazenly offers.

  “Actually, I am. I won’t be doing much sightseeing though, I’m staying in a hotel and will be here solely for Mr. Cruz.”

  “Who’s Mr. Cruz?” Kade asks confused.

  “Hello? My dad! Diego Cruz…duh! Come on, Kade…keep up!” I tease.

  “Okay…sorry, sorry…well if you change your mind, feel free to stop by any time, Michael.” Kade no longer tries to disguise eye fucking Michael. He blatantly does it.

  Michael stands to shake our hands. “I appreciate the gesture. Thanks. It was nice meeting you both.” Then directs his attention to me. “Valentina, I’ll be in touch with you tomorrow to set up a visit with Mr. Cruz. Your dad gave me all your contact information.”

  “Sounds good. Just let me know when and where and I’ll be there.” As I’m speaking to Michael, I notice Kade stand behind him and pretend to lick Michael’s shoulder. I try my best to maintain my composure by not focusing on the sexual advances Kade is making near Michael’s back. “Thanks for stopping by, Michael. I’ll walk you out.”

  When I return to the living room, Kade yells, “Mmm mmm…damn that man is F-WINE! Can you say, ‘Magic Mike?’ I wonder if he’s magically delicious. I’d love to find out!”

  “Can you stop? I can’t believe you’re still pushing K.D. aka Killer Dick! Have you no shame?”

  “Nope! Absolutely none.”

  “Of course not! Why do I even bother with you?”

  “Exactly! Stop wasting your time! Hey, so this guy just showed up out of the blue while you’re completely heartbroken?”

  “Yes. Isn’t that weird?”

  “Fuck you and your powerful pussy powers! Never in my whole entire life of living have I ever had a hard on, then thought how great it would be if someone rode me, AND had a stranger appear to make it happen within seconds. You’re upset and a dick magically appears at the door? Must be fuckin’ nice! Not even with pizza do I get such fast service!”

  I chuckle loud. “I needed the distraction bad! I can’t stop thinking of Josh. Everything reminds me of him!”

  “I’ll bet he didn’t cross your mind while Magic Mike was here.” Kade states with smugness all around his pretty features. He really is pretty for a man. Yes, he’s handsome, but he’s also…pretty.

  Chapter 6 (Nina)

  Alcatraz

  Over a week has passed since I last saw Josh with his son. My cell phone has been turned off, but that’s still no excuse for him not to be in touch. He is a stalker after all. I guess to him, I’m just not worthy of his attention anymore. I push all thoughts of that man out of my mind.

  Murder.

  This morning, Kade contemplated ending my life while he strangled me. “It’s four in the morning and you want me to get ready for a photo shoot in Alcatraz? Are you fuckin’ serious? Damn…you bug!” Luckily his irritability quickly drifted away when we arrived to Fisherman’s Warf and he recognized the makeup artist for the set. The photo shoot is for an online pin up style clothing store that has merged with a company overseas to expand its brand. Both businesses thought it would be fun to make all backgrounds of their shoots iconic places.

  It’s before dawn and the weather is piercingly cold as we ride the ferry to Alcatraz Island. The salty sea air and strong winds surround us. On a beautiful day, Alcatraz feels menacing, so on a dark and dreary morning like today, the ominous mood is intoxicating. Everyone on the boat is half asleep, bundled up, and trying their best to remain warm. Except for Kade, he’s happy as can be flirting shamelessly with two crew members.

  Upon arrival to our destination, Alcatraz, the photo and glam squad quickly gather energy and begin moving at rapid speed. We were granted sole access along with a tour guide of the prison for a few hours this morning before the tours begin, so time is of the essence. The Rock’s contour is steep and rugged; lugging everything around is an unwelcomed challenge, but we all rise to it including Kade. We finally post shop at one of the cell blocks right by the entrance. The photographer and his assistant set up their equipment and lighting deeper into the building.

  My first ensemble is nautical-inspired and consists of a navy blue bengaline wiggle skirt with a sleeveless red and white striped bodice. My accessories include a white belt, a sailor’s hat, and red Mary Jane pumps. Glamorous Hollywood waves compliment my outfit beautifully. Glossy red lips, winged eyeliner, and exaggerated flirty eyelashes finish off the look.

  Immediately, we begin with the photo shoot indoors. Pictures are taken inside the confined and deteriorating cells. Once the photographer is satisfied, we move the photo shoot outdoors to the Recreation Yard just as the sun is rising. Once the images with the sunrise are taken, we quickly move back to the cellblock to prepare for the next set. Luckily, the prison allowed us use of their electric shuttles to move around rapidly and conveniently within its grounds.

  My next ensemble entails a baby pink Heidi dress that has a contrasting black trim along the neckline and sleeves. A black matching belt centers the bodice and full swing skirt. My lipstick is changed to a hot pink color while my hair is styled with two victory rolls and polished waves.

  As I’m bending down strapping on my
shoes, I get a tap on my shoulder. The first things I notice are black steel toe boots. Slowly, I sit up right allowing my eyes to scrutinize every crease of the jeans before me. With more courage, I force myself to look up past his stomach, chest, and finally…to his sexy, handsome face. He looks more rugged than I’ve ever seen him, the stubble on his face is more prominent, and the right side of his face looks to be healing from severe bruising that is now days old. “Hey, baby. You look beautiful.” Josh states with warmth and love in his honey colored eyes.

  His presence makes me weak. I’m thankful I remained sitting. There’s nothing more I’d like than to throw myself at him, jump into his arms, and remain there forever. I’m left speechless for a few moments while I anticipate his touch, hope for his lips to be on me, and pray that he’ll never let go. Almost instantly after my last thought, I remember his lies, his distance, his silence, and his betrayal. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but you need to leave. I don’t have time to talk to you nor do I have the patience or desire to hear shit you have to say. So…BYE.”

  I stand up and turn to walk away. On reflex, he grabs me by the hand and drags me further in the hallway. To avoid a scene, I just move along with him. As we’re headed to the opposite end of the cell block, we see Kade. “Kade, be on the lookout while Nina and I talk. I need a minute or two.” Josh orders him.

  “Yeah, yeah you horny fuckers. Don’t go dropping the soap. A minute or two? Are you trying to beat my record?” Kade laughs.

  We both ignore his comments. That is so not happening today.

  Josh leads me into an open dingy cell. Once we’re inside the confined space, Josh extends his arms touching both opposite walls standing as a barrier from the exit of the cell. I decide to speak first before he overtakes the conversation. “Josh, look…right now, isn’t the time or the place to be speaking with you. I’m on work mode and you’re an unnecessary distraction. Everyone on set is working within a time constraint. You need to leave. I don’t want to cause a scene. I’m assuming that since you stalked me all the way in prison, you must finally have something to say.” A lump in my throat forms. I blink away the treacherous tears that threaten to escape. “I’ll hear you out tonight at my house, but not now. I can’t risk getting too emotional.” I confess sadly.

  Josh doesn’t say a word. His attentive stare turns licentious almost instantly. He stands before me, observing me as if I’m a glass of water to his quenching thirst. Without a second thought, he grabs me tightly and smothers his face onto my neck. Smelling me…inscribing my scent into his memory. Licking me…savoring my skin and taste. Caressing me…penetrating his touch into my reminiscence.

  An inward battle within me instantly commences.

  Nina! Stop this shit right now! He doesn’t deserve to hold you, feel you, kiss you! Remember all the pain you’ve felt these past few days! Stop. Him. Now! Oh, damn…is he really sucking on my earlobe? Focus, bitch! FO-CUS! I can’t! Yes, you can. You just don’t want to! You’re in a shitty cell. In prison. With people waiting for you. With a guy who has lied and avoided you for several days. Um…hello? Get your horny ass together and walk away now!

  The feel of his tongue as it maneuvers its way from my neck to my collar bone intoxicates me. It’s a high I’ve craved for too long. I can’t stop now that it’s finally here. Josh places his hand on the nape of my neck then slowly lifts his head to meet my lips. His force is hungry; indomitable…determined not to let me stop him. I don’t. I can’t stop him. The taste and feel of Josh are enthralling. I’ve missed him too much. So much my heart and body won’t let go right now. His free hand explores my breasts, squeezing them, and twisting my nipples causing an engulfing sensation to electrically pierce all the way down between my legs. His eager kiss and anxious touch make my sex hot, wet, and desperate…desperate for him, his penetration, and his love.

  Josh presses his body flush with mine. I smile secretly. I feel his need for me. I feel his lust. I feel his fat cock urged against me, frantic to be released, yet anxious be confined…inside me. He grabs the material of my dress and brings it up to my waist. With his free hand, he gives my bare ass cheek a hard squeeze reminding me it’s still his. He works his hand to my front and massages my entrance over my panties. A traitorous moan escapes me.

  Josh knows he has me.

  Without another moment to spare, Josh moves my panties aside. His two fingers glide to and from my clit and entrance; taunting me…making me beg him to be his again…despite our surroundings…despite his absence in the recent past. At this moment, nothing matters, nothing hurts, nothing is worth turning him away. I add pressure to his bicep for support and with my other hand, I guide his fingers inside me. The dance with our tongues and the penetration with his fingers bring me to an oblivious bliss. Before I reach my peak, he removes his fingers from in me.

  Nooooo! I’m afraid to open my eyes; a sense of being unwanted crushes me. Josh releases my nape, but remains flush against my body. He removes his lips from mine only to taste his fingers and undo his pants. This is my chance…the only chance I’ll have to think with a clear mind and stop him from taking over me. He returns his mouth to mine, lifts me up, and presses my body against the wall. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist. I try to say no in between kisses, but my feeble attempt does nothing to stop him. Before I realize what’s happening, I feel the tip of his dick at my entrance. Josh doesn’t waste any time and immediately enters me…filling me completely.

  Fuck me…he couldn’t feel any better even if he tried.

  With every thrust, my lips and tongue become more aggressive with his. My longing of him is much too powerful to compete against the hurt I felt previously. I allow his presence to overpower my being. I let him fuck me hard…and deep…and savagely in a rotting prison with several people within an ear shot away. Too soon, my body tenses up and a violent orgasm releases itself from in me. It was desperate to be free.

  Shortly after several invigorating thrusts, my man finishes inside me. I’m panting and he’s breathing hard, but manages to plant a sweet and final kiss on my lips.

  “I need to get down and go. People are waiting for me.” I whisper even though I’m sure all our moaning and grunting were much louder than intended.

  He rubs his nose against mine. Aww…an Eskimo kiss. “Okay, we’ll talk later then.”

  “Okay. Tonight.” I agree.

  As Josh lowers me, I simultaneously release my legs from his waist. I smooth out my dress to head out of the cell. As I take my first step, I instantly feel light headed, my equilibrium is completely off. I take a moment to gather myself.

  What is it about Joshua Ryan that has me so weak in the knees? Everything, absolutely everything. I laugh out loud. OMG, I’m delirious.

  “What’s so funny, cuckoo lady?” Josh rewards me with his rugged smile that I love so much.

  “Nothing. You just fucked me into oblivion…that’s all.” I wink coquettishly. Reason and disappointment soon floor me. What the fuck are you doing? Why are you flirting with him? You couldn’t seem more desperate even if you tried! What the fuck? This man has ignored you for several days, he has a son and possibly a family you weren’t aware of, and now you’re acting like all is well because you two fucked? That’s not okay! You fucked. Fine. You’re weak…that’s definitely clear Miss-I’m-A-Bad-Ass-No-Man-Can-Ever-Play-Me! Okay, you keep telling yourself that.

  Before I have a chance to say anything, Kade barges into the cell. “What the fuck, Cheesecake?” He whispers loudly, defeating the whole point of his attempted murmur. “You look like you’ve been fucked all kinds of sinful ways! Let’s disregard the fact that I’m beyond jealous. I’d like to have sex in prison too under the right circumstances…don’t judge me. But for you two horn dogs to be doing it in the middle of a photo shoot is completely improper! We could hear you guys all the way down the hall of the cellblock! Hello? It echoes in here! That is so unprofessional! I doubt this photographer will ever want to work with you again! What
is wrong with you?”

  My face instantly turns crimson from embarrassment. I was aware of a moan or two escaping us, but never thought we were loud enough for others to hear. One thing about me is that I take pride in my work and professional work ethics. Listening to Kade’s words only makes the disappointment in me increase to an unbearable magnitude. “Are you serious, Kade? I want to crawl under a rock and die!”

  I glare at Josh. This is his fault for being so damn irresistible. Fucker!

  “Of course, I’m joking. Everyone’s taking a coffee break outside. I didn’t even know you two were fucking since it was so quiet! What’d you do, Josh? Light candles and make sweet love?” Kade chuckles loudly allowing his laughter to echo throughout the cellblock. “If your lipstick wasn’t off and lips weren’t so swollen from all the spit swapping, I wouldn’t have known shit went down in here!”

  I stare at Josh expecting him to say something to Kade. Nope. Instead, he’s in a laughing frenzy. Ugh. Men! “Fuck you for worrying me, Kade Daly! And fuck you, Joshua Ryan for fucking me in the first place! All men suck balls. I’m through with men! Get out of my fuckin’ way, Kade!” I push him to the side and push Josh as well even though there isn’t a need, there’s enough space for me to exit the cramped cell. As I’m walking away, I hear Kade’s annoying voice. “Tree Hugger, you turned Cheesecake into a carpet muncher!”

  “Don’t be mad, baby! Do you want me to beat Kade’s ass? He has a few good ass beatings calling him. I’ll kiss your ass tonight. If you let me, I’ll lick it too. Deal?” I hear Josh call after me as I continue to walk away.

  I turn around but continue walking backwards. “Fuck you, Joshua Ryan. I may have had a moment of weakness a few minutes ago, but that ship has sailed. I’m giving you a good tongue lashing tonight!”

  Josh does his best to contain his smile. “Sooo…what you’re saying is that you wanna toss my salad? Because that’s what I understood, baby. It’s freaky, but I’m game. By the way, you look pretty when you’re mad.” He smiles sweetly.