Gotham's Discontent
A/N: I didn't think I was going to start a sequel, but it had so much potential, you know. Anyway, enjoy some smut ;)
Chapter Three: A Room for Two
Punishment for murdering a guard, regardless of how deplorable the pig might have been, earned any patient a week of being strapped into the bed by white leather binds by the wrists and ankles. Greenburg's replacement had yet been assigned, though Sionis had informed the breakfast company that Deedee's popped cherry had spread through the Staffroom—absolutely no man wanted to pose in front of her door in the daytime. So when night fell, Deedee laid on the bed compliantly, smirking at the newest female guard: a sweet little thing, barely pushing twenty-one.
"You look nervous," said Deedee gently.
The guard in question glanced at her quickly, but she shook her head with a jerk.
"I won't hurt you," Deedee assured her. "See?"
She showed the newest recruit how obedient she could be by placing her wrists in the straps of the leather buckles, her ankles against the edge of the bed at either post. Deedee smiled. The recruit's hands shook apprehensively as she hooked the belt loops around Deedee's flesh.
"Is this your first time?" asked Deedee curiously, observing the sloppy handiwork.
The officer nodded.
"Goes in the other way," Deedee said, indicating with her chin the incorrect hole that the strap had been inserted.
The officer glanced at her suspiciously.
"Come on, I'm not trying to put you on, Lady," remarked Deedee, relaxing her head against her pillow. "I watched my brother strap me in enough to know that this won't do fuck-all. Try again."
"Uh…" The officer's face twisted into unappropriated discomfort; however, despite the thoughts that might have crossed her mind about Deedee's personal experience, she took the eldest Valeska's advice and re-strapped her wrist accordingly. Once the final tug was pulled, Deedee glanced down to observe the recruit's work and smirked with approval, "See, there you go. That ought to keep me nice and tight."
The recruit nodded, and then turned her attention to the three other straps. When she came to her last strap, Deedee moved her hand quickly—The officer jumped back, withdrew her baton and held it in front of her defensively; however, Deedee uttered a small laugh, and waved her away.
"Just fuckin' with you, man," said Deedee, placing her wrist in the last strap. "I couldn't help myself; it was tempting."
"Not funny," said the recruit.
"Ah," Deedee drawled, smirking at her, "So you do talk. I was beginning to think that you were a mute."
"Guards told me not to speak to you," said the officer.
"Do you want to bang my brother?" asked Deedee.
The nervous female guard furrowed her brow, widened her eyes, and her mouth tightened in a shocked expression. A simple question met with a flurry of emotion—of course, shock, but something else. "Of course not," said the officer gravely.
"Then we don't really have a problem, do we?" said Deedee with a constricted shrug of her shoulders. "Do you want to beat my friends with your little baton there, lady? Make yourself feel powerful and invincible, make you feel like a god?"
A smile with a touch of passive aggression gave the new meat the feeling that although Deedee had dispatched Officer Lawrence Greenburg with a pitch of screeching laughter had not been missed without her own real anger about how the man treated his victims. Deedee's cherry might have been popped for her first real taste in murder; but as Sionis had said—The first kill is always personal, and the sting was still burning in Deedee's chest.
"No," said the officer quietly, lowering her baton, saddling it in her belt. "I don't want do any of those things."
"I like you already," answered Deedee. "Now strap me down and get out of my room. I'm tired. Long day."
The officer strapped her wrist, cleared her throat, and made toward the exit of her cell.
"What's your name, squirt?" asked Deedee.
"My name is not Squirt," said the recruit boldly, hand on the door.
"What's your fucking name?" Deedee demanded with a frown, suddenly irritated by the officer's suddenly strong, fearless tone in her voice. She had been shaking with fear while Deedee had been able to move freely; and now that she was restrained, it seemed that this young sprout acted brave. One of those.
"Laura," said the officer; and then, quietly, just enough for Deedee to barely hear her, "Greenburg…Officer Laura Greenburg."
Deedee uttered a small chuckle through a breathless reply, "Excuse me?"
"The officer that you murdered in cold blood," said Laura Greenburg. "That was my dad…"
Deedee chuckled. "Well, you're welcome, Squirt."
Officer Laura Greenburg frowned, "He might have been a cruel man, but he was still my dad."
Deedee snorted through her nose, rolled her eyes through her eyebrows and settled in her bed. Laura Greenburg's face fell. The officer seemed to have expected Deedee to offer her an apology, heartfelt and genuinely remorseful for the crime that she had committed; but Deedee felt nothing of the sort.
"Obligatory relationships," said Deedee. "I know about those. Mother was one of them. Just because you're related to them, that doesn't mean that you should own it. I knew who my dad was—The only time that he intervened on my part was to later throw me under the bus in favor of my brother. Isn't that nice?"
"What, you want me to feel bad for you?" Laura Greenburg replied sardonically, hand still on the door.
"Hell, no; I feel bad for you," said Deedee. "Your father was a putz, a pervert; and honestly, he should have been in one of the rooms instead of guarding mine. He masturbated in front of my door; do you know that? Jerking his meat, staring at me through the window. How about that, Laura Greenburg?" Deedee stared at the hard frown on the officer's face. "Proud of your Daddy Dearest now?"
"I know why they told me not to speak to you," said Laura Greenburg. "You'll try to get into my head."
"Already there, Squirt. Get out," Deedee pointed with her finger to the door. "Nighty-night."
The door slowly crept open. A small sigh from a man's voice eased into the room as it closed behind him. Deedee stirred, wriggling her fingers and toes against her bonds. The creak in the floor boards told Deedee that whomever had entered the cell was at the foot of her bed; and she opened her eyes to see the looming figure lower its head to the top of her ankle. Deedee's brow furrowed anxiously, and her stomach turned over and over. No…
"Who are you?" Deedee snapped.
"Deedee, shh…" said he, placing a small kiss against the surface of her left foot, a hand against her inner calf. "It's me."
Deedee uttered a breath of relief, relaxing her head against the pillow as the knot in her stomach unraveled. Jerome's swept back ginger hair reflected a bright orange under the gaze of the pale moonlight peeping through the barred window; and the knot of bundled anxious nerves suddenly tightened in anticipation. Deedee grinned.
"What are you doing in here, Brother? This is the West Wing," she chuckled, her voice a low drawl to keep the guards from overhearing their conversation.
"Sionis sends his congrats" Jerome said; and she heard his smile in his voice. "He thought that I should tell you in person."
"Oh, how generous," remarked Deedee. "He really does run the joint, doesn't he?"
"A good friend," crooned Jerome in agreement, playing along in her sarcasm.
Jerome strode around the bed, a hand shifting the weight of the mattress as he followed the work of the straps around her ankles, finishing at her bound hands with a hidden smirk. He moved slightly to the left where the moonlight poured onto his face, revealing a devilish expression of approval and mischief.
"Well, well, your new guard seems to know what she was doing." Jerome peered down at her leather straps around her right hand. "Had to help her with that, didn't you?"
"How'd you know?" asked Deedee.
"I know my own work," Jerome drawled. "She's a spunky little thing, isn't she?"
Deedee wrinkled her nose into a light scowl.
"Relax, Sister," said Jerome, patting her head patronizingly. "I saw her the other day, talking to Greenwood. Clearly, she doesn't like you too much. Probably because you whacked her daddy. By the way," he added, kissing the tender flesh of Deedee's palm, "I heard about what you did. The baton, Deedee? Really?"
"He vexed me," Deedee remarked.
"Not a hard thing to do," said Jerome. "What'd he say?"
Deedee frowned.
Jerome recognized that look, and he gave a mocked lamented sigh, "Jealousy again? He wanted to sleep with me, didn't he?"
"Not as romantic as you're trying to portray it, Brother," said Deedee flatly.
"Eh, I'm flattered regardless," said Jerome. "Exclusively violent marks; you get a gold star."
"Is that all I get?" Deedee snorted.
A smirk tugged at one side of Jerome's lips, and he uttered a low growl, leaning forward; his mouth within inches of hers, hovering over her as he bent at the waist, "Feeling a bit kinky, eh, Deedee?"
"Aren't you?" said Deedee. "Would be a shame if you walked pass an opportunity like this…"
Jerome noticed a shift toward the end of the bed; he turned his head to see Deedee's hips beckon—legs held open spread eagle by the restraints around her ankles… Jerome grinned, turning his gaze back to his sister's pretty face. He straightened his back, and he followed the length of her gown with a hand along her leg until he reached the end seam. Deedee felt warmth spread toward her core as he slowly lifted her gown, hitching it above her waist. She couldn't see what he saw, but knowing that he was peering down at her panties that separated her entrance from his tongue brought a hot flush along her chest to her cheeks.
Jerome climbed on top of the bed, settling himself comfortably between her legs, gazing down at the small bit of material. Deedee's hands wriggled in the leather straps in anticipation, more muscle memory than actual struggling against the restraints—she wanted to touch him. Deedee bit her bottom lip, hoping to express tepid desire rather than the hot desperation that began to knot in her core. Her body betrayed her; for when Jerome suddenly cupped her between her legs, Deedee's thighs instinctively tried to widen her stance, but her restrained ankles offered little wiggle room.
"A little neglect goes a long way, doesn't it?" said Jerome quietly as he began to move his hand against her panties with a gentle stroke.
Deedee uttered a small moan. Jerome glanced up at her, observing her pinched shut eye lids and her mouth slightly opened. Her hips wantonly moved against his fingers. He felt his pants become tighter as Jerome felt the bit of cotton become slightly damp. Ordinarily, he'd taunt her as much as possible; but time wasn't on their side. As much pull as Sionis had in the asylum, some officers weren't intimidated; some self-righteous female guard would learn that a male patient had entered a female's cell on his own accord…
Jerome pulled Deedee's panties to the side, revealing her swollen clit.
"Fortunately for you," groaned Jerome, "I'm too hungry to wait…"
Deedee felt a finger taunt her clit, closely followed by her brother's tongue penetrating her slick entrance—Deedee's hips kicked, which followed the leather buckles around her ankles to bang against the metal rods along the foot of the bed; she pulled at the restraints of her wrists, buckles clinking against the rods of her headboard—
"Deedee," Jerome's voice was a vibration against her needy flesh, "You still have to be quiet or we have to stop."
"No…" Deedee breathed, "No, don't—"
"Shh…" Jerome cooed, pressing his lips against her clit.
He sat up, pulling his pants down quickly; he glanced behind him to make sure no one came to the door to check on Deedee, and then pulled her panties to the side to provide him access for his strong erection. As much as he taunted Deedee for being loud, he found it incredibly difficult to abide by his own warning as he slipped his cock deep inside Deedee's clenching walls—
"Oh, my god…" He made his own moan, which harmonized Deedee's cry of relief as he buried himself inside her.
Jerome grabbed Deedee's gown and pulled it up to Deedee's head, straddling her waist, and then slipped the mass of cotton into her mouth as makeshift gag, holding it on either side as he peered down at his sister. Deedee felt his warm belly against her own, which seemed to amass the sordid, kinky act taking place in her room.
Jerome thrusted slowly inside her womb, "So fucking tight…"
Deedee remarked something which was muffled by her gown; Jerome removed it temporarily.
"What?" he said.
"Faster…" Deedee breathed, her face reddening as the mad flush of heat and want began to puddle between her legs. "Please—"
"Mmm, we do this my way," Jerome said, returning the gown into her mouth. "Oh…We do this my way…"
Deedee's moans became muffled volume as he continued his torturous thrusts—burying his cock deep inside her only to pull out just to the tip to enter again. Her walls clenched tightly around him, pushing her climax forward at an agonizingly slow pace.
If someone were to enter the room, they'd see Jerome mounted on top of her, restrained and gagged by her own gown, her legs struggling to remain open as Jerome's hips slowly bucked against her naked flesh. A horrible thing to see for some; but it was a pure, delicious kink to the Valeska siblings.
He'd quicken his pace in a normal setting, only to appease Deedee by giving her what she wanted at a brutal, animal-like pace: but with such an advantage at hand, he did as exactly what he wanted—as his sister had lovingly coined it—a slow torture. Her moans, despite being muffled by the gown, grew increasingly wanton and desperate, her head wriggling against his hands as he tightened his hold on her gown to restrain her—
"Mmm…You're so close, I can feel it…" Jerome breathed, his own climax building.
Deedee nodded, eyes pinched shut. Jerome saw her hands clench tightly into fists, knuckles turning white.
Jerome buried her face in her neck, lightly sucking her flesh slicked with sweat; his lips found the sweet spot just behind her ear, his voice hoarse with arousal, "Come for me, baby…"
To Deedee's surprise, Jerome shoved his cock inside her with a harsh thrust against the lightweight cotton mattress. He removed the gown from her mouth, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure from her. The pressure of driving into her made his own desire become too reckless to maintain. So, the guards will hear them; but when they do, they'll both of had their fun, so fuck it. He wanted to hear her, he had to—
Jerome bucked his hips roughly against Deedee's wet flesh, a sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"Oh, don't stop," Deedee pleaded, her breath hitching with every cry of pleasure that came from her throat. "Oh…Just like that…Please—"
Jerome hoisted himself by his elbows, shoving his cock with every brutal thrust into her. He'd give her what she wanted; after all, Sionis did send him in person to offer Deedee his own regards for a first kill. Her screams echoed in the room—fucking music to his ears.
Deedee moaned his name and her walls clenched tightly around him as an orgasm took over; that sent him as Jerome's mouth fell open, uttering a groan of relief and uttering her name into her neck as his climax soon followed after hers.
The door to the cell flew open— "WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
Laura Greenburg's face contorted into shock, disgust, and sudden anger, and then three other females followed her into the room—
Jerome chuckled, relieved, and turned his head, still mounted on top of his sister, and smirked, "Afterglow."
"GET OFF HER! NOW!"
The female guards uttered orders and demands, voices filling the room as Jerome dismounted, but Deedee grinned at him, her gown still pulled up to her neck, revealing her breasts and panties.
"Like I said," Jerome chuckled, despite Laura Greenburg shoving him against the wall to restrain him, "A bit of a congratulatory present."
"Well-received," sighed Deedee.
"What do you think this is?" Laura remarked hotly.
"A good dicking that I haven't had in a while, Squirt," Deedee remarked with a chuckle.
"SHUT UP!" Laura said angrily. "Jerome, out."
"I can understand why you're not happy about it," said Jerome mockingly to Laura, pulling his pants up to his waist. He held his hands up as she withdrew her baton from her waist. "Oh, Miss Laura, you shouldn't threaten me with that. Everybody in this stinking place knows what happened to the last person who tried to use that. My sister knows her way around one of those. Oh, right, you know about that, don't you?" And then he strutted out of the room before Laura Greenburg could say or do anything about it.
Laura scowled at Deedee, but had nothing to say to her.
She closed the door on her way out.