Prison of Smoke (PRISON OF TIDES SEQUEL)

Smoke

Cherry's Point of View

The day had rushed by in a frenzy of helping women get settled in the center as well as the palace. We called in several psychologists and psychiatrists, enough to handle the rush of people that we had coming in, and law enforcement was everywhere we turned. Finally, night came, and I made it home, ready to drop on my feet. The twins were staying with Talun; I was turning in way too late to pick them up, and I had a feeling tomorrow would be just as crazy as today had been.

Pulling out my phone, I saw that Jacob had tried to call me, and I immediately called him back.

“Babygirl!” He answered on the first ring, grinning from ear to ear. “How’s your day been?”

“It’s been wild, but tell me all about Folochlay. How’s your mom? Tell me everything.” His smile made all the tension from the day melt away. His warmth radiated to me, even from halfway across the world.

“It’s amazing, Cherry. My uncle is here too, Paulo. They’re great. I can’t wait for you all to meet each other. They’re talking about coming to Lutna at some point in the future to meet you all, see what life is like over there. I can’t f*****g wait. But seriously, I miss you, babygirl. Tell me about your day.”

“Well, there was a break in the case,” I said, flustered.

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows. “Well don’t leave me in suspense.”

“So, one of the guys who Zachariah turned over finally got apprehended. He was getting ready to cross the border into Cathre, and when they arrested him, he had 25 women in a semi that he was driving.”

Jacob was speechless for a moment. “Holy s**t, Cherry. Is there even enough room at the center for that many people right now?”

I shook my head. “No, 15 of them are staying here at the palace. They’re all settled in now. That’s why it took me so long to call you. Jasmine and Caspian disappeared in the middle of everything - I think she was having a rough time with it all - so it took a little longer than we expected it to. It was a very, very busy day today.”

“It sounds like it. So how about I help you destress some?”

“What did you have in mind?” I said, grinning.

“Lay back, babygirl.” His voice was husky, and I did as he said without question. “Now get the vibrator.”

Grabbing it, I held it up to the camera, feeling a little shy. I’d never done this before, but I was wet just thinking about him watching me this way.

“Now spread your legs, and lift up your skirt.” His pupils dilated as I did, and when the skirt of my dress was pulled up over my thighs, he bit his lip.

“Like this, Daddy?”

“Just like that, babygirl. Put it over your panties, right on your little clit.”

I did, and he hit a button on his phone, sending waves of small vibrations to me. I cried out at the unexpected pleasure, and he grinned.

“Good girl. Now push those sexy panties to the side and let me see you.”

I pulled my panties away and angled the camera of my phone so that he had a full view, and he let out a small groan as he took his member into hand, stroking himself slowly. “What do you want now, Daddy?”

“Put it back, babygirl.” 

Slipping the vibrator between my legs, I slicked it against my center before pressing it to my c******s again, twitching as the vibration picked up under his direction.

“Good f*****g girl, Cherry. Rub it in a circle for me.”

I did, whimpering as he set a pattern to the vibration, causing me to spasm far too quickly.

“That’s right, come for Daddy,” He groaned, stroking himself faster. “Now put it inside.”

I did, feeling my walls sucking on the toy.

“Now start pulling it out. Not all the way, though.”

A moan escaped my mouth as I did what he told me to do, plunging the toy in and out of me, giving him a full show, no longer insecure about the scars that had faded into faint lines.

“Let me see your face, babygirl. Pretend it’s me using that toy on you and let me watch your face.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, staring at him through the phone as the vibration picked up with intensity.

“Does that feel good, when I play with you like that?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I cried out, coming on the vibrator as it hit my G-spot and c**t at the same time.

“Oh, f**k, Cherry, you’re so goddamn hot, shit.” Finishing with me, he cursed, and I licked my lips as I watched him spill into the empty air, wishing it was me he was spilling into.

Spent, I lay down, holding the phone beside me, pretending he was actually there with me.

“That was actually hot, wasn’t it?” I giggled, giving him a playful grin.

“Very hot. I bet you’re tired now, babygirl. You’ve had a long day.”

Yawning, I nodded. “I didn’t realize how much until right now,” I admitted, blushing. I’d planned on staying up with him a bit longer.

“Good, then that means I’ve done my job right,” He winked. “Why don’t you rest? I’ll stay on the call until you fall asleep, and it’ll be like I’m there with you.”

Nodding, I smiled. “I love you, Jake.”

“I love you too, babygirl. You get some rest and sleep well.”

Right before I drifted off, I saw a woman walk onto the screen and say something to Jacob. I was too tired to see who it was. Sleeping peacefully, my dreams were filled of laying in his arms, safe as he always made me feel.

Caspian’s Point of View

Jasmine’s dark hair fell in waves down her back as we returned to our room after getting Lilliana to bed. She looked so unsuspecting, unaware that I fully planned on using her all throughout the night.

Pushing her against the wall, I kissed her feverishly, a need that had been building in my body all day finally coming to a head. Her arms reached around my neck, and as much as I craved her holding me, I knew she needed me to deny her, at least for now.

I pulled her hands down behind her back, taking off my shirt and tying her wrists together there. Her tongue absentmindedly ran over her lips, and I brushed her cheek with my thumb before helping her get on her knees in her restrained position. Immediately, she opened her mouth, and I admired her subservience, how much she wanted to please me. I unzipped my pants and let my member out, which she eagerly moved her lips onto. Her mouth was so soft and velvety as it surrounded me. No matter how many times I had her, it never got old. Our love was a fine wine that seemed to get better with age.

Her tongue took its time as she dragged it across my tip, and I groaned, leaning my head back while gripping her hair. I took control of the pace, making sure not to choke her, and gods, her throat felt so good when I grazed it. Her moans vibrated against my shaft, and I withdrew from her, taking her elbow and practically throwing her onto the bed, making sure her legs hung off the end.

Kneeling between her legs, I pushed the bottom of her dress up, ready to devour those thighs that had tempted me all evening. As I rubbed my hands on the inside of them, little whimpers passed through her lips, and I realized she was going to be far too loud when our daughter was asleep next door. I looked around and grabbed my tie, wrapping it around her mouth. As of late, she had liked me being more aggressive in restraining her, in dominating her, and I certainly wasn’t complaining. She looked even more lovely with that trust shining in her eyes when she handed her body over to me so willingly, knowing that I may push her, but would never cross her limits.

She sighed into the tie, and bringing my hands from her cheeks, over her breasts, down her soft stomach to her thighs, I pushed her legs apart and pulled her sweet pink panties away from her center, only to let it snap back against her. She squirmed, and I smirked at her when I saw the little spot in the middle of her panties begin to grow from her arousal.

Slipping the underwear off of her, I barely pressed my tongue against her, flicking it far too lightly for her liking. As she twitched against me, I brought my hands to her hips, holding her in place as I tormented her body, wanting her to beg through the gag before I gave her what she needed.

I let my tongue meet her with a little more pressure the next few licks, and hearing her little sounds of content, I withdrew into demure touches, lasting no more than a second or two each. After several minutes, she was drenched and I saw her p***y starting to move, as though trying to clamp down on something that wasn’t there. I knew she was in agony, and trying to be good by not begging, by taking whatever I chose to give her.

Deciding this wasn’t enough, I let myself taste more of her and gained satisfaction when I felt her twitching against my mouth. My tongue slipped inside and I heard a little whimper come through the gag, and I knew I was on the right track. I stopped holding back, wrapping my hands around her thighs and holding them in place while I brought her to an orgasm, appreciating the way her muscles jerked and spasmed as she approached her climax.

“Mmm!” I heard through the makeshift gag, and I looked up to see her chest was heaving as she shuddered, tightening around my tongue when I brought my fingers to her rosy c******s. Muffled noises continued to make their way from my beautiful wife’s mouth to my ears, and finally, I felt her spasming just the way I needed her to be. I discarded the rest of my clothing and got into bed beside her.

Unzipping the side of her dress, I enjoyed watching her helpless against the way my fingers brushed the swell of her large bosom, her soft stomach, back up to her neck. Recently, she had revealed the dark desire to be choked, and while I had been hesitant, I had researched how to do it, to give her the release she needed without harming her.

I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her collarbone before slipping into her, making sure I gave her time to adjust before I entered her completely. She was so incredibly soft, just as much like heaven as the first time I’d been inside of her. Her eyelids fluttered, and I knew I couldn’t have that. I needed those green eyes shining into mine as I had her.

“Look at me, my love,” I whispered, tickling her neck with my lips. I was scared to wrap my fingers around her throat, but I did it when she opened her eyes, making sure to squeeze the sides instead of crushing her front. Underneath me, she writhed and I saw her pupils dilating as she lifted her hips up to grant me better access.

After a few moments, I let go, watching her struggle as she tried to free her hands and wrap them around me. I realized, after a few more thrusts, that she wanted to be on top. She rarely did, and I wasn’t one to deny her desires. Only prolong them for the sake of intensifying her pleasure.

I pulled out of her deliciously hot center and rolled her over, untying her gag and hands. Panting, she climbed on top of me and straddled me, kissing me as her entrance lined up with my member. Her hands ran through my hair, and I made sure to brush my scruff against her neck, knowing how much she liked it.

Taking her time, she brought herself onto me, surrounding me so completely. This time, it was my eyes that began to close, my head that threw back in a groan. Dragging her nails down my chest, she rested her head in the crook of my neck as she rocked her hips back and forth, up and down. Her lips above my rushing veins made my heart beat faster, and her muted moans in my head had me pumping my hips upwards towards her, trying to somehow bury myself even deeper inside.

My own hands were on her back, one moving south to grab one of her round cheeks and the other north to cradle the back of her head. She took her pleasure how she wished, working her own pace, until I felt her start to tighten. Primal instinct took over, and I flipped us, on top of her once more. I needed her at a faster pace, needed to make sure she knew her orgasms were at my mercy and mine alone.

Her mouth fell into a perfect O as she clawed my back, legs wrapping around my waist and her warmth milking my member inside of her. I brought my hand to her mouth when I realized she was about to scream from her orgasm, and the vibration of her release into my hand was enough for me to finish inside of her.

“Oh, Caspian, gods,” She whispered, loosening her grip but still holding me. Pulling out of her, I kissed her soft pink lips and laid beside her, bringing her body closer to mine.

“Let’s get some rest, my love.”

Nodding, she turned around, my arm immediately draping over her waist and pulling her close, knowing that life could not possibly get any better than this little paradise we were currently living.

Jacob’s Point of View

Cherry was starting to doze peacefully, and I heard a knock on the door. Muting the microphone so as not to disturb her, I made sure no evidence of my electronic adventure was visible.

“It’s open,” I said, expecting Ma or Uncle Paulo. Instead, an unfamiliar woman opened the door, Ma and Paulo behind her, a vacant look in their eyes. I assessed her, her long dark hair falling in waves around her face, her soft brown eyes making her look as harmless as a doe.

A feeling of dread spread in my gut as she took a step forward, entering the frame of the video call. I looked towards Cherry through the screen, and she was out like a light, snoring softly into the phone. If I hadn’t been so damn terrified of this gentle looking woman in front of me, I would have smiled at the sight of my wife so peaceful.

She raised her hand, a wisp of dark smoke forming above it. “Jacob De Luca, I’m going to need you to turn off the call with your wife.”

Looking at her, I shook my head. “I don’t think I should do that.”

The smoke grew, clouds of it rolling out of the palm of her lifted hand. The smoke filled the space between us, creeping towards me, and I backed away, pressing against the wall. There was nowhere to go. Looking around, I ran towards the window, opening it and throwing a leg over.

The smoke came closer, and I did the only thing I could think of.

Focusing all my energy, I started a fire, circling the woman, praying it would stop whatever she was trying to do. Instead, she stepped through the fire, unbothered by the flames.

The smoke pooling from her palm thickened, surrounding me. It travelled upwards, holding me a prisoner, unable to move as it entered my nose.

Everything was hazy then, and suddenly, I knew this was the woman I had to follow. I would give my life for her.

“Jacob, I need you to end the call.”

“Yes, Valentia,” I said. Anything she wanted, I would do. The only thing I could see was her will. As I walked towards the phone, I tried to place the distantly familiar looking woman on the other end. She was important. I knew she was. My heart was beating faster as I watched her sleep.

Think, Jacob. She’s important.

On the edge of my mind, a sound played, laughter, an image formed of red hair swinging out around her face as she danced.

More smoke surrounded me, and the memories, already so faint, vanished completely, lost to the dark clouds that infiltrated my mind.

I hung up the call.