Page 2 of Prison Christmas with Daddy
“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.”
CHAPTER2
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.
“Daddy.” I go to take a step toward him but he shakes his head, and I halt.
“Just be my good girl,” he tells me as both men move on either side of where I’m standing. “This here is Max and Leon. I've made a real nice deal with them, and I need you to do what they say.”
“Is it all there?” the one named Max says, and Leon opens the gift I brought in for Daddy.
When he sent the letter telling me what to do when I came here today, he didn’t say exactly what the money was for. Just that I was supposed to go to the bank and withdraw the exact amount he told me to and wrap it up like a Christmas present.
“Looks like it,” Leon says and smiles down at me. “You did real good, princess.”
“I’m ready for the other half of our payment,” Max tells Daddy when he turns his gaze on me.
“What other half?” I ask.
Leon places the box full of cash on the counter, and then he and Max take a step in my direction.
“We made a deal,” Daddy says, but I can’t take my eyes off the two men that are getting closer. “I agreed to give them the money and a little taste of something sweet. In exchange they agreed to let me go free and clear. Max here is the warden and signed off on the paper just before you walked in.”
Glancing over, I see the papers all filled out with the fresh ink at the bottom. My eyes widen as I look over at Daddy. “Is it true? They’ll let you go free?” My heart is hammering against my chest because this is all I’ve been praying for.