A/N: I didn't forget this one. I finally got some inspiration, thanks to my ff bff Magenta's Nightmare. Go read her stuff, she is an awesome writer.

I created my own prison-

My Own Prison by Creed

His phone rand and he knew it was Marina. They had a fight before he left to see Carol and it was what she did. She would cause a big fight when she wanted to get out of the house and then storm out so she could see whatever fuck boy she was currently involved with.

He never started fights to get out of the house, he actually was more considerate than that. That's why he and Carol didn't get to see each other as much as they might have liked.

He didn't play games like that. Well, he played games but not like that. His games were not mind games; they were body games.

Marina started with him after they got back from the pharmacy and the bookstore that afternoon. She was bored, she wanted to take a vacation, she wanted to go shopping.

The usual and he was used to it. They had a fight that she created and she stormed out. There were time's that he would acquiesce to her demands to keep the peace, but he had somewhere to go that night too. So he let her throw her tantrum and didn't try to appease her.

She stormed out on him around four pm. It was now ten pm and he had been half waiting for the call.

Her pattern really never changed, pick a fight and storm out.

Then she would call him and say she was staying overnight at her mother's or a friends. He knew if he asked her mother if she was there Sylvia wouldn't lie to him. Marina's mother loved him. That was part of the reason, he wouldn't ask her mother. He was pretty sure her mother didn't know the extent of her activities.

So he never asked.

But he didn't care to know either and Marina thought she was slick.

He leaned over and kissed the middle of Carol's back running his tongue over her spine and then picked up the phone. He kept his face planted against Carol's back, his lips still on her body.

"Hello?" He said running his hand over Carol's ass as she laid there looking over at him from her pillow. She quirked an eyebrow at him as if to say, 'Are you kidding me right now.'

He winked at Carol and continued massaging her ass as he spoke to Marina.

"Yes, sure of course, I understand, tell your Mother I said hay." His hand slid down from Carol's ass and between her legs.

She tried to move away but he smacked her ass lightly, letting her know she better stay put and then his finger was inside her. There was no way she could move now, and she didn't want to.

Daryl had great hands and the minute he touched her, she was at his mercy. He continued talking on the phone as his fingers moved against her just right, but he wouldn't let her turn over.

"Its fine Marina, I work tomorrow anyway, stay for the day. Ok bye."

He clicked off and turned to Carol coming up on his knees next to her one hand inside her still, moving in and out just the right way and now the other rubbing her ass.

"Stay tonight, hmmm." He said.

"I can't, there's no way. I'm already late."

He knew but he had to ask anyway, he would go home too. He didn't want to stay if she was leaving anyway.

"I know, but I'm going to give you something to think about tonight when you're at home." He leaned down and bit her ass gently.

"You're crazy, you know that right." She said rolling over to face him.

"I'm aware, how much time do we have, can you stay another hour?" He asked hopefully still reaching between her legs to convince her.

He leaned over and kissed her and to his surprise her hands were on his dick now and he groaned from the feel of her small hands on him.

"You staying a while." He gasped out as her head moved down over his neck leaving wet kisses as she went down. She followed with licks slowly over his chest and down further to his stomach.

He sucked in a breath as she trailed her tongue in a circle over his stomach right where it separated to his pelvis.

"Jesus Carol…"

She smiled up at him wickedly and pumped his dick with her hand as she made her way closer. She was moving slowly and he was half out of his mind by the time she finally got to where he wanted her to be.

Her mouth was wet and warm and as she licked the length of his rock hard cock he knew he was in heaven.

She had an amazing mouth and her husband was an asshole. His loss was Daryl's gain. They had talked about that, neither of them was sleeping with their spouse.

He joked that they should divorce them and run away to the Bahama's, sun and sand for miles, and they could well afford it.

Right now her mouth was on his dick now, so the Bahama's was not on his mind at the moment.

Then the phone rang and he pushed it with his hand off of the nightstand onto the floor.

"God dammit, I'm not answering that fucking thing." He growled out as it kept ringing and he pulled her up on top of him.

She sat up on top of him and rubbed herself against him.

"Stop teasing me." He said moving his hips against hers, trying to get her on top of his dick and not succeeding.

"Ah, no you don't, not yet." She leaned down and kissed him, then bringing her lips to his neck, sucking softly but enough to make him moan. She held his hands down over his head and smiled down at him.

"Oh fuck Carol, please…" He moaned again because she was holding him down and his dick was going to explode.

She wouldn't let him inside her until he begged, there was something so exciting about having control and she hadn't realized she liked it.

She was controlled in all aspects of her life except this and it felt good. Someday she would break free of the prison she was in, the prison she had made by allowing things that she never should have.

It wasn't too late.

Finally, she sunk down on top of him and released his hands, he immediately rolled her over so that he was on top of her. He rained kisses all over her face and slammed his hips into her until they were both screaming louder than they should in a hotel room.

Then he collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap and whispered in her ear. "I love you."