The next day, Cinnamon woke up sore and bruised. As she got out of her tiny bed, she pulled up her gown. Looking at down at her breasts, badly bruised and so tender. Walking, it wasn't a pretty sight. Her pussy was so sore from being taken so brutally. It was all she could do to lift her legs to put on her panties and pants. As she walked out of her cell, lining up to walk to the cafeteria for breakfast, she could hear the whispers of the women. Sure enough, Cinnamon was the talk of the cell block. Feeling very insecure, she tried keeping to herself, sitting all alone at the end of an empty table.
"Is this seat taken?" asked a very young woman, barely 18, and very pregnant.
"No, you can sit down" Cinnamon replied.
"Don't listen to the other women, I mean, what they say about you. They've talked about me, too" the younger woman said as she opened her milk.
Cinnamon's heart sank, she just knew that the young girl was carrying HER man's baby. Even though she had only been intimate with Jay once, she felt a very strong connection to him.
"I'm sorry, I should've introduced myself. My name is Sadie, I'm Sergeant Laws girl" she says softly, rubbing her belly, looking at Cinnamon.
"I came in here young and scared, and well, now" she says, almost at a loss for words.
"Is he good to you? I mean, does he take care of you?" Cinnamon asked, curiously.
"Very good to me. He makes sure I have extra blankets and good health care for our baby. I'm still scared, though. I'm young and I don't know if we'll stay together after I get out. He says when I get out, we'll get married and be a real family, but I don't know" Sadie replies, unsure.
Cinnamon begins to think of Jay, and what will become of them. Will she be in the same situation as Sadie? Jay hadn't used protection with her, and who's to say he would start now? She knew that last night wasn't going to be the only time he'd have his way with her. She was HIS girl now, and that meant she would have to give her body to him whenever he desired.
As the day went on, Cinnamon became a little more relaxed in the general atmosphere. She could still hear the whispers from the women about her and Jay. Word on the cell block was that he was a "bad ass". He didn't care about women. He only used them for his pleasure, and tossed them aside when he became bored. This made Cinnamon VERY nervous. She didn't want to be tossed aside like a piece of trash. She wasn't trash. She was much more than that, and wanted to be seen as such. Right then and there, she made a decision. She had to make sure that Jay knew she wanted him, too.
As the evening approached, Cinnamon's heart began racing. She knew it was time for Jay to start his shift. Her eyes met his as he walked in. His strong form commanded respect from all who came into contact with him. His big arms crossed as his eyes scanned the room. Cinnamon couldn't stop staring at him. He was so handsome, yet, so cold. What was the attraction to him? The deep, aching need in her heart to be close to this rough guy? There must be a reason, granted, it wasn't logical- Nor was it something Cinnamon had ever encountered before.
"Ladies, lights out in 10 minutes" Jay said gruffly, as the women began to get up from their chairs.
Cinnamon smiled shyly at him as she walked into her cell. She could see him through the small window on her cell door. She knew he was watching her. This was her chance to show him that she, too, was interested in him.
Slowly, Cinnamon took off her top, looking through the glass, and directly into Jay's eyes. Her hands moved behind her back, unfastening her bra, slowly letting it fall to the floor. Her small hands cupped her firm breasts, caressing them gently. Shyly, she looked up. Startled to find that Jay had moved to her door, looking at her directly through the glass.
"Keep on" he mouthed, grinning wickedly at her.
Cinnamon's heart was nearly beating out of her chest. She hadn't counted on him being so close. All she had intended to do was keep him interested. Her tender pussy was still so sore, she knew there was no way she could take a fucking like she had last night, and from the look in Jay's eyes, that's exactly what she was going to be getting.
Slowly, she bent over, taking off her pants, and grabbing her tiny white gown, putting it on. Cinnamon jumped as she heard a tapping on the door. Looking up, she saw Jay standing there with his nightstick, tapping on the glass.
"Panties, too, angel" he mouthed, grinning. He was anxious to see his "mark".
Cinnamon bent over, taking off her tiny panties, pulling her gown up, giving him a good view of her bruised flesh.
Jay licked his lips, knowing that sweet lil' pussy belongs to him, and that he'd be fucking it good in a few hours.
As the lights went out, Cinnamon crawled into her bed. She tossed and turned, anxious, not knowing whether or not Jay would come to see her or not. The minutes turned into hours. She finally began to relax, and sleep was just around the corner, when she heard the door to her cell being opened.
"Mmmmmmmm, looks like my little angel was waiting for me, huh?" Jay asked wickedly as he sat down on the bed, taking off his boots and unbuttoning his uniform shirt.
Cinnamon was trembling. She knew she craved attention, affection than anything, and in order to get what she needed, she HAD to endure the fucking that Jay gave her.
