I hear her gag, and her throat constricts under the fingers I shove into her mouth. She hurriedly swallows my cum, and I drag her back onto my lap, wrapping an arm around her.
“Good girl,” I praise her.
She tries to act annoyed at my words, but the way she’s wriggling around on me again tells me she’s ready for round two.
She’ll be getting a whole lot of rounds while she’s my little captive in Wyoming. I grin at the thought, and pull the burger and fries toward her.
“Eat,” I say, sliding a hand back under her jeans, resting it against her left cheek.
She clenches, clearly expecting me to find her asshole again, and the way she shifts from side to side tells me the fingering left her feeling pretty uncomfortable.
“Eat,” I tell her again, grabbing a fry from my own plate.
She untenses at last when she sees my hand isn’t moving, and reaches over for her burger.
“Fuck, I was hungry,” she groans, taking a bite. “You’re gonna need to feed me a lot more often. Prisoners aren’t usually starved, you know.”
“I didn’t realize prisoners usually complained so much,” I tease.
“Well, since you treat me like a child,” she huffs out, taking another large bite of her burger, “I might as well act like one.Asshole.”
My smirk deepens. “Doesn’t your butt hurt enough, Lia?” I whisper in her ear, pinching her ass cheek threateningly. “Want me to make it hurt worse?”
She chokes out a cough, then another one, as her food goes down the wrong pipe. “Logan! You can’t! We’re in public!”
I hesitate for a beat, before reluctantly squeezing her to me. “We really need to get back, or Everest is going to freak out.”
“Everest!” Her eyes widen, and she looks guilty. “We didn’t think of getting him anything. He must be starving.”
“He’ll be fine,” I assure her. “We have bananas and goldfish and all that other crap we got for Aurora.”
“He’s not going to want to eat that,” she objects. “He’ll want to keep it for her.”
“Yeah, well, whatever. C’mon.”
“Logan!”
“Fine. I’ll ask for to-go boxes, then.”
“We’renotgiving Everest our leftovers! That’s not nice.” She stops walking and turns to me resolutely, folding her arms and glaring at me. “Go order another burger for him.Now.”
I can’t help but chuckle when I take in her defiant expression. Or fold her to me when, in the next instant, her anger melts, replaced by guilt, as she realizes she’s reverted to her old high school way of speaking.
“It’s okay, Lia,” I soothe. “Just try not to break any more of my bones, okay?”
She lets out a tiny hiccup of a sob against my chest.
Wrong thing to say.
Still, I’m feeling a lot closer to her than I ever have as we wait for the very embarrassed waitress to bring us the new order.
“Am I…” Lia toys with the fabric of my shirt nervously as I hold her to me. “Am I still your captive?”
“Mhm hmm,” I murmur, drawing my arms around her.
I feel her swallow against me. “Will I… still be your captive in Wyoming?”
I squeeze her against me. “You’ll always be my little captive, Lia.Always.”