Chapter 18: Bound in Darkness

Reggie’s fingers slipped between Jaime’s taut cheeks as she slept, massaging her anal sphincter with a deft, possessive touch—a silent claim in the cool cell’s shadows. Half-awake, she stirred from a fitful doze, his presence a heavy anchor beside her. “Are you hard again?” she murmured to her jail husband, voice threading with a flicker of warmth and want, laced with a survivor’s gambit. Reggie was her sole tether in this bleak void, a warped solace she’d come to accept. Her loyalty had shifted—unmoored from her old vows, adrift from Steve, now clinging to her captor in a haze of coercion and despair.

“Yeah, baby. Damn, I don’t get how I keep gettin’ these bad hard-ons. It’s real hard again, hurtin’ me. Need to ease it with you,” he rasped, voice thick with need.

“Okay, but not in my ass again. It’s wrong—we gotta stop doin’ it so much. I can give you a blowjob instead,” she offered, her last frail line of defense, a plea to sidestep the sin she’d been forced to embrace.

Reggie aimed to smash it, his tone a dark velvet blade. “I told you, this how we show our love ‘til you learn to enjoy it. You do love me, right, baby?”

Her mind swam in a fog, snagged on doubt—a mire thickened by months of captivity. His constant coercion had eroded her will; sex with him was her only reprieve from the grinding fear and monotony. She couldn’t untangle her heart, but survival demanded she yield. In a hollow beat of defeat, she whispered, “Yes,” her once-searing hate curdled into a murky reliance under his relentless grip.

“It make you cum when I fuck your ass, don’t it?” he pressed, victory curling his lips.

“I can’t help it,” she admitted, the words a jagged cut, guilt stabbing her gut. She couldn’t dodge the truth—she’d begun to crave anal sex, a perversion defying the divine laws echoing in her skull. Shame crashed over her, a relentless tide drowning how far she’d fallen. Yet the pleasure, the escape, clung like a twisted lifeline in this pit—a tether she couldn’t sever.

“Yeah, I know you can’t help it. That mean you like it, baby. Now get that ass in the air for me,” he commanded, voice oozing triumph as she bent to his will, lifting her hips in submission—a puppet primed for his control once more.

Desire gnawed at her, a gnashing beast born from Reggie’s initial coercion, its raw pleasure now inescapable despite the haze of manipulation. Kneeling for him, ass poised, a hunger flickered for the sin she’d been raised to revile—a wall worn down by his relentless practice until it crumbled. Naked on the small prison bed, shrouded in darkness, she felt his hands part her cheeks, cool lube slicking her anus—a cold omen of her surrender. “Oh ... ah ... so wrong. Shouldn’t keep doin’ this...” she murmured, voice a frail protest against the tide.

Reggie’s deep drawl cut through the shadows, thick and soothing, a balm to her doubts. “Ain’t wrong to share a lil’ pleasure, baby. We love each other, stuck in here. It’s all we got to keep from losin’ it. You cum wild from it. You my wife—we just makin’ each other feel good. Better than fightin’ like we used to.”

He pressed his cock into her anus, a slow, searing breach. A sharp crack rang out—his palm smacking her right cheek, the sting a jagged flare igniting her nerves. “Owe ... no ... ah ... don’t wanna fight ... wanna love you ... ooh ... want you to love me ... aah...” she gasped, words tumbling in a fractured surrender.

“Okay, baby. That’s the right answer—I do love you,” Reggie said, his hand softening to stroke the welt he’d left—a twisted tenderness. “That’s it ... relax that asshole for me. Oh, that real nice, baby. Gonna make you feel it good and cum hard again.”

“Shouldn’t like this ... shouldn’t cum from it,” Jaime hissed through clenched teeth, battling the perversion with a fading echo of faith. But her walls crumbled as Reggie groomed her further, a sculptor chiseling her into his creation.

The dark hid some shame—like God might turn a blind eye—and she clung to that thin veil, a flimsy shield. Reggie owned her now, forcing her deeper, a warped thread pulling her closer—a bond forged in violation. His hips slammed her firm cheeks, thrusts a rhythmic claim. “Ah ... shouldn’t ... in ... ah ... oh ... my ... ass ... all the time. Why? You keep ... ah ... fuckin’ my ass...” she moaned, voice splintering under the onslaught.

“Told you—I love you, and I’m gonna keep fuckin’ your ass ‘til you admit you like it and love me back for real, not just sayin’ it. No barriers left. Yeah, take it, baby. You was worried ‘bout gettin’ pregnant—now you don’t gotta. Ah, yeah, I feel that asshole grippin’ my cock. Admit it,” he growled, his voice a dark hymn of possession.