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The floor of the cell was cold, you shivered as you curled away from the glass front, trying to conserve heat. You knew you wouldn’t be here long. Olivia had your location. Aside from the short chained necklace you wore with a tracking device when you anticipated capture, she had chipped you in some unknown location within the first week you’d been dating. It wasn’t concerning. Probably.
As is by cue, muffled footsteps padded across the concrete floor in near silence. Appearing from thin air was Olivia. Adorned in a tight black dress under her tactical-style trench coat, her eyes were glued to you, and a mischievous grin crossed her face. “You look pretty, all locked up in there.” She said with a taunt.
It was a relief to see her; it wasn’t your first rodeo with something like this. Olivia was always getting into trouble, and you didn’t mind being her fall guy as long as she came to rescue you before anything got too bad. “Hi, love.” You smiled, pressing your hands to the glass barrier. She looked so powerful standing above you like this.
“Ready to get outta here?” She smiled back, bending down to press her hand to yours through the barrier. Her coat was only unzipped just enough to see the low, revealing neckline of her dress.
Your eyes were glued to her, jaw agape. It took you more than a moment to process what she had said and where your gaze had landed. “I’m, ah, yeah. I’m ready.” You stammered.
Olivia’s eyes narrowed. She knew exactly what was going through your head. Aside from being great at reading data, she was great at reading people. “I can see your cheeks getting red, cariño. You’re so cute, all lit up for me.” She knelt to her knees and shrugged her coat halfway off her shoulders, showing off the spaghetti straps of her dress, holding on for dear life.
You tried your best to hide your perversion, holding your breath and averting your gaze. “You look great, Olivia.”
She gave a satisfied nod. “I’m aware.” Her hand, with a flicking motion, grabbed you by your tracking necklace and pulled your face to the glass. “And you look the best when you’re all flustered, inches away but can’t touch me.”
Satisfaction crossed Olivia’s face as her eyes searched your smushed face. Your breath was hot and fogged the glass. You knew your face felt bright red, and knew wetness was showing through your dress. The crotch seam in your jeans pressed between your legs was where your fingers began to linger.
You ached to touch her. “Letting me out could solve all this, you know.
Olivia‘s eyebrow twitched upward and she noticed your fingers signaling your growing impatience. She purred as she spoke. “ I see what you’re doing, love, be patient now. I know it’s hard to wait. Why don’t you go ahead, show Sombra what you need?” It wasn’t very often that she used her code name for herself, but when she did, you could tell she was feeling an extra certain type of way, her arms and her eyes glinted with mischievousness.
Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as if holding on for dear life, preparing for the ride. Olivia liked things her way; it’s why she had gone through all the trouble of tracking you, had you been the fall guy in all her missions— she liked things where everything would play out in the palm of her hand while she watched.
Letting your body relax, you began to spread your knees outward, body still held tight to the glass, pressing you further forward. The area of your pants between your legs began to dampen as you continued to grind against your fingers for Olivia.
Her lilac eyes were glued to you, begging to undress you. Her frustration grew to the point she reached beneath the glass to the window they slid food through to and exposed the short blade hidden in her sleeve. With expertise, she sliced through your pants and undergarments with precision. The floor radiated cold to your skin and nearly steamed up when your hot wetness seeped onto it, pooling below you.
“Spread for me. Slowly.” She instructed, twirling the blade between her fingers.
You cried out from the soreness of your unattended pussy. “Why don’t you let me out first? You know all that’s standing between us is this glass.” You drummed your fingers on the pane between you two.
Groaning and obedient, you let your fingers pull apart your lips while your legs spread to show Olivia. She seemed to eye you, hungry and impatient. “That’s a good girl, someone’s desperate.” She taunted in a singsong tone, the corners of her lips curling up and her eyes forming mischievous crescents.
She slid her long overcoat to the floor, her dress clinging to her body like static. Bending forward in a showy bow, her breasts nearly freed themselves from her low neckline before she pivoted 180 on her heels to show you the purple lingerie peeking out from under her short hemline. Finely manicured nails crept up her thighs to tug the skirt of her dress over her toned ass.
It felt like your eyes were popping out of their sockets like in a cartoon at the sight. Her fingers danced across the soft of her womanhood through her panties, pulling them aside to show.
“I really like watching you get off for me, love.” Olivia whined. “So I can’t unlock this door just yet, you see. A girl’s got to take care of her own needs.”
Circling her clit until wetness dripped from her fingertips, Olivia sighed and moaned, her knees buckling under her and her ass pressing against the glass, her slick rolling down before you.
It was all too much to take, you continued to work your fingers until you felt the edges of your vision begin to cloud. You breathed deeply and stopped yourself from pushing further. The edge of climax neared quickly and you fell back from it slowly, enjoying the show before continuing.
It wasn’t long before Olivia’s short manicured nails slipped between her folds, her voice cracking as she yelped. Her head had been between her legs, watching you the whole time. “You’re so— so pretty cariño. Balance yourself on that edge for me baby, you can do it.” Her eyes fluttered closed as her teeth dug into her lip and her knees buckled together.
Fingers mimicking hers on yourself, you continued to work yourself back to near climax, each time building a hotter and hotter pressure in your whole body. Your legs were splayed opened perversely, your hands shaking in adrenaline as you masturbated to your girlfriend’s show. She was just so herself, so bold, so selfish, so sly— it’s what you loved about her; aside from her toned hourglass body, of course.
Olivia turned around to sit on her knees, breasts pressing against the glass overtop her dress. Her hips ground against her fingers and she pulled you to the glass again. “Give Sombra a kiss and she’ll let you out. I need you cumming all over my fingers.”
You panted, turning your head on the glass to press your lips to hers through the barrier. As you turned, the glass retracted to the floor and you were lifted into Sombra’s lap, lips reuniting after a separation far too drawn out. Her fingers ran down your chest and slipped between your legs, her fingers easily finding and circling your sensitive clit.
A sudden surge of electricity from her fingertips ran through the body, sending you damn well over the edge. Her eyes glinted as she watched you convulse under her touch, massaging you and pressing her forehead to yours. “You’re so good for me, pretty girl. Let’s get you home so we can get you cleaned up.”
You smile with the energy you have left, letting yourself fall limp in Olivia’s arms. She seemed almost dissatisfied, pausing for a moment.
“On second thought, I think I should clean you up right here and give the cameras a show before we make our exit, hm?” Olivia said, setting you on a rolling cart in the hall. She made sure the security cameras were rolling before kneeling to the ground. “Open up for me baby, Sombra’s here.”