Pleasure To Serve

  “ Say my name, baby. “ he growled into my neck, kissing it gently as he continued to please my body.    “ Daddy. “  I bit my lips to hide my moans, but Bonez knew I couldn’t keep quiet. He loved how vocal I was.    “ Always feel so fuckin’ good. “ he winced as he picked up his strokes, going deeper and deeper until he couldn't take any more. He gripped the thin sheets as he filled me up, going silent for a few seconds before releasing a few satisfied grunts. He moved to the side of me as I stared into those grey eyes. I rubbed my fingers across his plump, pink lips and exposed his gold teeth. He smiled. “ You know how much I love you? “    “ Like, this much? “ I blushed, pinching my fingers close together.    “ Slim, I ain’t playin’. When we out this b***h, you mine forever. “ he kissed my lips gently before kissing my forehead and jumping from the top bunk. I looked towards the small window just as the sun peeked through, telling us it was time to get up.    On cue, all the lights sparked on, illuminating the cell and everything on the other side of the door. I could tell it would be one of those mornings from the yelling and cursing of the guards. Just as Bonez slipped his boxers on, I jumped from the bunk and stepped into my orange slides, walking towards him and hugging his tall,muscular frame.    “ Don’t start no s**t today. “ I chuckled.    “ Only ‘cause of you, Slim. “    For me, every day was pretty much the same. Wake up, spend an hour cleaning the cells before they get inspected, then lounge around until it’s time for rec and a well needed shower. With Bonez around, nobody really talked to me, and I honestly liked it that way. I wasn’t here to make friends, and even if I was, I didn’t have time. He was under me twenty-four seven.    “ Uh huh, gotcho’ ass. “ he slammed the small white rectangle onto the table as spectators dramatically hyped the move by oo’ing and ah’ing. I shook my head, parting off another section of his long, curly hair and braiding it. “ Whatchu’ gone’ do na’? “    “ This why ion’ like playin’ witcho’ ass, you be cheatin’. “ the young gentleman complained, turning his nose up in the process.    “ Does this look like arts and crafts class? “ he jiggled the keys in his hand. I could smell the cigarettes and alcohol although he was still standing at the door.    “ Not this drunk muhfucka’. “ Bonez spat.    “ Chill. “ I lightly popped his shoulder with the comb. “ McAllister, we gotta’ issue? “    “ You heard what I said, Thomas, does this look like arts and crafts? “    I sighed. “ No sir. “    “ Then getcho’ hands outta’ Lockwood's head. “ he gave me a fake smile.    “ Man, whatchu’ trippin’ ‘bout? “ Bonez rolled his eyes. “ We do this s**t err’ Tuesday and Thursday, I know yo’ ass be watchin’ them monitors. “    “ Would you like to get written up for the comb, Thomas? “ he tossed the keys up, watching them as they fell back into his palm. I shook my head. “ Good. Give it to me, and while you at it, the Warden wanna’ see you. “    “ I’ll be back. “    “ McAllister, don’t place yo’ hands on what ain’t yours. These bitches talk, ya’ know. “ he sucked his teeth as I walked towards the Officer, handing him the comb and waiting at the door for them to buzz me through. Once I was out in the main hallway, he cuffed me and guided me through the labyrinth of the jail until we were face to face with Warden Johnson's door.    “ What he want anyway? “ I looked to McAllister who was standing behind me, hands down his black pants, licking his dry lips. “ It’s a camera right there, dumbass. “    “ And? “ he moaned, beginning to stroke himself.    “ Warden Johnson? Warden Johnson, please open this damn door foe’ I kick his ass! “ I pounded the door and waited for it to swing open, revealing the chocolate man in the white shirt and the khaki pants. He looked me up and down.    “ Thomas, why you yelling? “    “ ‘Cause his nasty ass was beatin’ his d**k while lookin’ at my booty. “ I sassed but he shrugged me off.    “ Uncuff ‘em, please? “ McAllister did as he was told and removed the metal from my wrist. He lightly shoved me inside the office but before I could react, Warden Johnson had finished the move and sat me down in the chair. He closed and locked the door before returning to his desk. Then he just looked at me.    “ A picture last longer. “    “ Thomas, you gotta’ smart mouth for somebody in my jail for murder charges. “ he pulled on his salt and pepper goatee.    “ Don’t do that, ‘cause you know they dismissed my case ‘cause of self-defense. The real question is: why am I still here? That was five months ago, Warden. “    “ You and Lockwood have been acting like ya’ll run this place. Switching roommates just to be celled together, causing all kinds of drama during rec, and just being downright foolish. “    “ Nothin’ that you sayin’ can be proven, so.......... “ I shrugged.    “ You know you don’t have to leave this place, right? I say when they release you. “ he sat up in his chair as it creaked. He focused his eyes on me, waiting for my response.    I laughed. “ Try me and see what happen. “    “ Is that a threat, Thomas? “ he lifted his brow, smirking at me.    “ Why don’t you find out. “ I swiped one fingernail under the other, cleaning and flicking the lint to the side.    “ If there is another incident, I will move you. “    “ Move me then, boss man, I don’t care. “ I laughed.    “ McAllister, come take Thomas back to block B, please? “ he paged on the intercom before looking at his computer, clicking something with his mouse. There were three small knocks on the door followed by Officer Roslyn peeking her head inside.    “ He’s out on lunch, I’ll take ‘em. “    “ Thank you God, somebody with some sense. “ I hurried from the office. She cuffed me before we proceeded back to the pod.    “ Bettes say she saw everything. “ she finally spoke, waiting to be buzzed through the white door.    “ And they always wa....... “    “ Thomas, you done heard me say this a million times, and I'll keep sayin’ it ‘til you get it. “    “ I know, I know, these Officers ain’t no good ‘round here. “    “ Exactly! Even the damn Warden lose his mind sometimes. I can’t figure out how we ‘sposed to stay professional when he run this place like a w***e house. “ she shook her head.    “ It ain’t like you to be usin’ unholy words. “ I chuckled at her.    “ I’m just sick of it. “ she spoke. “ But while that excuses that, it don’t excuse you havin’ a comb in yo’ possession. “    “ I can admit that was wrong, I can, but I legit do it all the time and don’t nobody say nothin’. “    “ Thomas, be careful. You wanna’ get outta’ here, dontchu’? “    “ Based on what the Warden said, I ain’t leavin’ no time soon. “    We made it back to pod B right before they were about to call for rec. I walked straight for the cell, switching into my tennis shoes.    “ What that lame-o say? “ Bonez walked inside, sitting down on the lower bunk.    “ Talkin’ ‘bout you and me been out here actin’ like we run the show, startin’ s**t. “    “ We ain’t had ‘nun to do with ‘nun. “ he widened his eyes, holding his hands out.    “ Right. Sayin’ if somethin’ else pop off, he gone move me. “    “ Move you? “ he stood up. “ Naw, naw, that can’t happen, Slim. “ he began pacing the floor.    “ Calm down, it’s gone’ be aight. “    “ I ain’t gone’ make it without you. My anger gone’ get the best of me, and I’ma f**k up. All we workin’ hard for. “    I stood up from the seat, flexing my toes to lightly peck his lips.    “ You will never lose me, Bonez, don’t forget that. “    “ You promise? “ he pouted a little, grabbing my waist and pulling me into his warm body. I chuckled.    “ I promise. “    I sat down on the cheap metal bleachers with the book in my hand, getting lost in the words. I would occasionally look up from the pages to watch Bonez as he played basketball. There was just something about him. How everyone looked at him and assumed he was rough and mean. He was the complete opposite, well, at least with me and some of his boys. He was my gentle giant. I had only been here for a week when he made his first move, and we’ve been glued to each other ever since. Five, almost six months later.    Five, almost six months later.    Was hope a friend of mine, or an enemy?