I dream I’m inside Judson’s cell, wearing nothing but the lingerie he sent me. The bra and panties fit perfectly, molding themselves around my body like a second skin. As I step further into the cell, I wrap my arms around me. A chill radiates from the iron bars.

Without turning my head, I take in the closet of a room. The naked bulb hanging from the ceiling outside the cell provides enough light for me to see graffiti on the pitted walls of concrete—inmates’ desperate cries for help, anger, and frustration. I lower my gaze as a smiling Judson stands up from his cot, the worn-out springs squeaking with his movements beneath the faded sheets and thin mattress. As he approaches me, the echo of footsteps coming from distant walkways reaches my ear. A toilet flushes.

Someone clears his throat behind me. It’s the guard who brought me to see Judson. His gaze bores into my bare back. Judson’s shoes squeak as he walks toward me. All other sounds die as I focus on his presence.

“You came.” His voice is deep and dusty, seductive.

“I came.” I swallow hard and smile.

“That’s my girl.” Judson moves in closer and wraps his arms around me. Like his cell, he smells of sweat and metal. The talking stops without warning as he unclasps my bra. I gasp as the straps slide down my arms, releasing my breasts. Judson’s warm breath fans my skin.

He starts to kiss my neck, first one side, then the other. He moves on to my shoulders, sucking and kissing slowly, a man with all the time in the world. I’m aware of the presence of the guard behind us, but I’m too intoxicated to care that he’s watching. Judson moves to my face, his hot kisses searing the surface of my eyelids, my forehead, my cheeks, my chin. Judson is fire and I’m plastic. My skin melts wherever his lips touch it.

“We’re not alone,” I say in a fragile whisper, coming to my senses. “The guard… He’s watching.”

“Let him.” Judson pushes a finger into the elastic of my panties, and slides it from hip to hip. “Let’s give him something to talk to the others about.”

I run my tongue across my bottom lip before slowly sliding it between my teeth. His words and his touch are driving me insane. My whole body boils with unquenched desire for him.

“And allow me to give you something to remember me by.”

I want to respond, but a lump inside my throat prevents me from doing so.

The next moment, my back is against the graffitied wall, with Judson holding me up. The wall is cold, but his body warms me. He kisses me first, sucking on my nipples, massaging them, pinching them. I throw my head back and close my eyes so I cannot see the guard on the other side of the iron bars. He’s not even hiding the fact that he finds us entertaining. But I no longer see him. Instead I choose to feel everything Judson is giving me. No one has ever touched me this way. No man has ignited the place between my legs like he is now.

Judson lowers me back to the cement floor. I open my drowsy eyes and moan, afraid he wants to stop.

“Don’t you dare,” I say, but only my lips move.

Judson grins as he pushes down his pants, leaving them bunched around his ankles. Then I’m in his arms again, back up the wall, my legs around his middle, as his dick forces itself between us, hard and thick and throbbing hot, the tip glistening in anticipation.

“I don’t think it—”

“—will fit?” His throat rumbles with the low chuckle. “Sweetheart, we are made for each other. I will fit perfectly inside you. You’ll swallow me whole—you’ll see.”

“But I’ve never done it before.”

“There’s nothing to worry about.” He covers my nipple with his warm mouth, encircling it with his tongue, and I moan, my worries melting away. “Unless you resist.”

He hoists me higher up the wall and then lowers me down gently onto his shaft. As he glides into me an inch at a time, I bite my lip hard and swallow a scream. I feel both uncomfortable and good, and he hasn’t even filled me up completely yet. He plunges deeper, until he’s halfway in. I force myself to relax my inner muscles, to give him an easy entry into the most sensitive part of me. The more he glides in and out of me, the more the pain melts away, turning into liquid ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers roughly into my ear, his sweat clinging to my skin. “Let me in.”

I do. I open up to him until he slides in smoothly without hindrance. Once he has filled me to the hilt, he stops moving, though I feel him pulsing inside me.

“Don’t you… Don’t stop.” My words are desperate. “I want you. I want you Judson… so bad.”

“Ivy, you have me. All of me.” With that, he moves his hips from side to side, shifting inside me, and then pulls out slowly. Before I can catch my next breath, he shoots into me so hard I slide higher up the wall and bounce back onto him. My screams refuse to be contained. They ricochet off the naked metal bars and concrete walls.

With my eyes closed, I don’t see anything, don’t allow myself to be distracted by anything outside of me, outside of this cell. Right now, only Judson and I exist. Right now, this jail cell is the most beautiful place on earth. Judson grunts as he moves inside me, pushing and pulling, deeper and deeper, grinding from side to side, up and down, driving me out of my mind.

My hands are in his hair, my nails scratching his scalp as I try to hold on to him. If he lets me go now, there’s no doubt in my mind that the fall will break me. He doesn’t let me fall, though, except onto him, over and over and over again. My breasts bounce against my ribs as I move to his rhythm. He’s teaching me to dance, and I’m following along just fine. Our dance becomes faster, following the beat of my screams, and his groans and grunts. I want to freeze the moment so it’ll last forever.

I tremble as he parts my butt cheeks so he can drive even deeper into me. I bury my face into his shoulder. Our sweat mixes, gluing us together. Then suddenly, a ball of fire builds inside the pit of my stomach, raging and spinning through everything in its path. A tornado I can’t slow down. I most certainly cannot stop it. It takes over my entire body before it finally breaks me into a million pieces.

Through the rush in my ears, I hear Judson getting louder, feel him moving faster, slamming deeper, ripping me apart. Then he moves me to the floor, the bumpy surface rubbing against my back as he grinds me into the dirt. He yanks my arms above my head and holds them together with one hand. As he pounds and pounds into me, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes off the walls. Then the tornado inside my core comes to life again. This time, Judson and I explode at the same time, and a bell goes off.