Under my care
Joan processed what Vera had just said: “You’re using me. I can sense it. This is all part of your great ‘Joan Ferguson's come back’ plan isn’t it?”
Joan thought it’d be easier to go along that line than to admit she felt rejected, so she simply looked at her sternly and said, “I wanted to show you how weak you are. No wonder Jake had his ways. Of course this stays between us, but... he told me how you liked it when he talked dirty to you, and mentioned me. How wet you’d get by the simple mention of my name when he fucked you Vera.”
Vera was now reflecting Joan’s previous anger as angry tears came down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them off and walked fast towards Joan, and did the unexpected of slapping Joan across the face.
Joan was a bit taken aback, and something in the tingling sensation in her skin seemed to extend to the lower regions of her body. She felt the adrenalin as she quickly lifted Vera and pushed her against the nearest wall, almost choking her. “You shouldn’t have done that Vera.”
“Why not,” Vera managed boldly between little coughs, feeling Joan’s hands wrapping around her neck.
For some reason, Vera wasn’t scared. She knew Joan wouldn’t kill her, but she still had to be careful with how far she pushed things. She managed to raise her shaky hands to grip Joan's which were already tightening around her throat, and kept talking in a tiny strangled voice: “You’re right about one thing Joan, I like it when he fucks me. And when he mentions you, it reminds me of your imminent fall, and my stepping in to fill your shoes, and I get off. It's quick, doesn't last long” she added with a devious smile while crying altogether, loving the effect she was having on Joan, who clearly was burning with anger as much as desire. Vera felt hurt and wanted to hurt Joan. She would give her a taste of her own medicine. “You won’t take me down with you. What you did today, and what you’ve done to me, it ends now. I won’t let you get inside my head anymore. I won’t let you turn me into some kind of monster like you.”
Joan inhaled sharply. She had underestimated Vera, again... but she would still teach her a lesson: she flipped Vera over while pushing her front against the wall, hard. She held Vera’s hands behind her back. Vera protested as Joan pinned her against the wall by pressing her whole length up against Vera’s back and arse. She spread Vera’s knees with her own, and placed her chin on Vera’s left shoulder as she whispered in her ear: “Too late for that Vera. I am already inside your head, and I will get inside any part of you I might wish to explore, by every mean I please. Do I make myself clear or should I illustrate?” Vera couldn’t believe it. Joan was now waving handcuffs at her. Where had she gotten those?
“How did you get those?” Vera mumbled against Joan’s pressing shoulder. “It’s amazing all the things that are smuggled through to inmates when their governor demonstrates such a lack of leadership and control,” Joan said as she secured the cuffs around Vera’s shaky wrists in her back, and picked up where she’d left off.
-No! No Joan, Jake is outside! He was warned. He knows to come if I need-
-No he won’t. He told me you’d come to visit, so that I’d get prepared. I paid him off. He won’t disturb us.
-What? -I-I can’t believe I-
Joan pressed Vera harder against the cold wall, making the petite woman unable to complete her thought, feeling cornered and violated. She pressed her pelvis against Vera’s tense back as she held the small waist in place and caressed Vera’s sides in a sick but erotic attempt to calm her. “Shh-shh... I know. Jake keeps betraying your trust Vera. Can’t you see I’m the only one who understands you? I know betrayal. You’ve betrayed me in the worst possible way. I want you to know how it feels like. Feel me, as I feel you.”
Vera whimpered in anticipation as Joan grazed her stomach underneath her clothes and scratched the skin of her firm abdomen on her way up to the woman’s chest, making Vera moan like a helpless feline.
“Oh Vera... I’m afraid that such delightful feminine pleads will only encourage me in my current course of action.” Joan reached Vera’s bra edge, and harshly yanked it away and above her now plopping-out breasts under her uniform, as she bit on Vera’s neck. She grabbed Vera’s breasts in both hands, simultaneously, skin-to-skin, and they both shuddered with delight. A barely audible groan escaped Joan while Vera whimpered more loudly, still with some restraint, "hmmm ah," Vera couldn’t help but to arch back and let her head rest on the taller woman’s shoulder, who lifted Vera slightly to accommodate their height compatibility. “That’s it Vera,” Joan whispered, as she molded the perfect breasts while nibbling at her neck. She felt Vera's legs squeeze around her own leg which had been slipped in between to spread them. Smiling, Joan withdrew her right hand from Vera's breast and stared down at the whimpering woman. She now caressed Vera’s sweaty forehead and inner-bitted cheek. “You owe me what you’ve become Vera. You’re mine, whether you want to accept it or not. I will show you just that,” she said with her left hand still wrapped around Vera’s breast. The other hand glided down to the hem of her skirt, teasing Vera there. “You think you can still honor your previous morals and ethics, but you’re already corrupt. I know your dirty little secrets. Your mother, how you must’ve pushed Lucy Gambaro. Then again, I understand, but no one else will. You needme to guide you through those conflicting times. To teach you how to let go of ineffective moral structures and replace them by more effective guidelines.” Joan pronounced the two last words more authoritatively as she grabbed Vera’s crotch without a warning through her skirt, and found the gesticulating woman’s legs squeeze hard around her hand, either begging for more ministrations or trying to resist, which made Joan smile. “Precious Vera...”
Vera had her eyes shut and was biting down on her lower lip, strong enough to draw blood. Joan’s left hand gave the nipple a last pinch before, before reaching up towards the woman’s soft hair. Joan reached for the bun and undid it, letting Vera’s hair locks down. “We are more alike than either of us cares to admit Vera,” Joan said as she undid her own tied hair from the pony tail she’d carefully kept intact even after stabbing Bea.
Vera, still a little conflicted, broken, wary and hesitant, was so eager to just give in to her touch and proximity, but felt in distress over every event that had occurred and threatened to destroy everything she’d worked so hard for. Vera started mumbling deliriously and incoherently as she wriggled in Joan’s solid grip, “N-no... I don’t want to be just a pawn in your grand plan. To work for the destruction of everything I stand for, against my own sanity... It won’t work Joan. I’m not strong enough... I can’t be a part of it! I can't!” she finished with tears in her eyes.
Joan kept stroking her hair, and spoke in a low voice to soothe Vera while trying to reason with her “You can be, with me. I’ll give you the strength, I’ll show you. I'll never leave you”
-How? You said it yourself. I’ve always been weak. Especially when it comes to you. I can’t resist you. But-
"Then don’t Vera. Let go. Forget moral standards. Accept this bond between us. You’re mine. Don’t fight it,” Joan said as she pressed down harder on Vera’s crotch through the soft material, molding her left breast with her left hand. “Aww goood... Joan... But...oww... y-you are a prisoner under my care, Joan. I c-I can’t! Please don’t... Don’t make me-
-Make you come against your will? Deep down you want this. Tonight, you are under my care, Vera. Let yourself be my captive.
-Oh Joan. I want to. Sometimes I want it so badly it hurts.
-Oh yes? Where does it hurt, tell me. I’ll make it better. Wait, I think I know where...
Joan rolled Vera’s skirt up and yanked her panties harshly as she traced along Vera’s wet sex. “oww, Joooan.”
Careful to massage her slit and clit, while slightly enterning her folds, Joan murmured a few words of encouragement, knowing she was putting Vera in the most conflicting position and loving it, “Yes Vera, I know, I feel how much you need this, just by the way your inner walls clench deliciously around me. That's it, focus on your pulsating center, on my voice." Vera begged, “pleeease. Ahh I need you. Joan I-I-” Joan increased the pressure with every stroke while kissing Vera’s neck, sucking on her pulsing point, checking back to gaze at Vera’s expression. An exquisite sight. The distress and remorse across her features seemed to fade away as pleasure took over.
Joan grabbed her face and turned it towards hers. Vera opened her eyes, looked up at Joan, and welcomed Joan’s kiss with responsive lips. Joan reached in the pocket of her jacket for the key and undid the cuffs while reaching behind Vera, not breaking the kiss. Vera let the cuffs fall to the floor, along with her jacket and torn shirt, and raised her hand towards Joan’s cheek to reflect the same action of stroking it. She then reached around Joan’s neck to take the lead in the kiss. “Oh Joan,” she moaned in the kiss, as if expressing how helpless she felt despite her anguish.
Joan lifted Vera again and pressed her against the wall, so that they were face-to-face this time. Vera tugged at Joan’s grey jacket and easily managed it off her. Joan stopped her in her course of action and re-claimed her dominant role as she pinned Vera back, holding her waist in place, and tugged at her skirt to let it join the rest of the clothes at their feet. Vera was unfairly exposed, with only her undergarments on, as Joan took in with a smile. She grabbed Vera’s thighs and pushed them apart as she entered the space between them to feel Vera wrap around her strong body and moan loudly. Joan’s hand was now inside Vera’s wet panties as she entered the slick and warm folds now welcoming her pumping hand and contracting around it. Vera spread her legs further, granting her all access, and re-wrapped them, pointing the heels of her shoes in Joan’s calves.
Joan was supporting Vera’s body and pinning her up against the wall, as the younger woman moaned helplessly. Joan’s skilled movements set the pace for their moving bodies, wrapped in each other. The rhythm of their nested hips, chests, rising and falling, and whimpers, were frantic. Vera’s panting breaths were in synch with Joan’s fast strokes and pushes. The sound of Vera gasping for air and coming, along with the contracting walls of her depths around her hand and the pressing heels on her calves, was enough to drive Joan crazy. “Oh Joan, yes.”
-I got you Vera. You’re safe. You’re perfect, don’t be afraid to come for me.
Unable to acquire the release her own clit needed, Joan now reached for Vera’s little bundle of nerves with her thumb, as her other 4 digits curled up inside her, lapping at her G-spot, pressing hard, ‘almost trying to pierce through it,’ she mused. The simple metaphor had gotten Joan so wet already, as Vera screamed and wrapped her arms around Joan’s shoulders for support, while pressing her forehead against hers. Although Vera kept her eyes closed, Joan had hers open and admired that pretty sweaty face, smiling at Vera’s need for closeness and sudden display of trust and affection as she was climaxing tightly and achingly around her skilled hand. Sensing Joan’s reciprocating needs, Vera managed one leg in between them and pressed her knee up against Joan’s aching center. Joan moaned in a low guttural sound, as she started riding the leg Vera had extended in an offering gesture. They were now vertically intertwined and moving in synch.
When Vera was peaking again, Joan threw her on the bench with the intention of fucking her more, but Vera motioned Joan to shift positions and lie down. “Joan, let me, please.”
Vera climbed on top and finally undid the buttons on Joan’s shirt, slowly pulling Joan’s pants off of her without breaking the eye contact. Joan was dazzled. Vera was full of mysteries. The woman could transform into total different creatures, one more precious than the other, depending on the context and her feelings for Joan.
When they were both completely naked, Vera repositioned herself on top of Joan. The older woman placed her hands on Vera’s straddling thighs on either side, stroking the smooth skin.
Vera’s plunging gaze was full of admiration, despite her fear of the darker side to Joan’s character. How could she be so mesmerized by a criminal; and what’s more, an extremely dangerous and calculative one at that... but for the first time, Vera felt she was accepting the love she felt for this beautiful and complex woman. The hell with moral principles. Vera was no saint either, and if there was one thing she needed more than oxygen, it was to bond with Joan and accept all of her. This wouldn’t be easy considering their history and positions at Wentworth, but she would figure something out. Right now all she wanted was to enjoy the moment they were sharing, as though they were alone in this world.
As Vera started riding Joan’s left thigh, Joan’s gaze broke the eye contact to lower itself on Vera’s perfect breasts, rising and falling with every breath. Vera fingered Joan’s sex slowly, applying just the right pressure on her clit. Joan bit down on her lower lip to stifle whatever noise she was about to make. She wasn’t particularly at ease with being vocal during sex, and wanted to focus on Vera’s now highly-pitched noises. Vera though was determined to obtain something from the other woman, so she entered her cunt harshly with her right hand and started pumping inside Joan fiercely. She was rewarded with a deep groan of pleasure from Joan, whose voice was the most sensual sound she’d ever heard. Joan’s wetness eased the back and forth movement, and made Vera adapt the pace of her riding hips to that of her hand pumping in and out of Joan.
This time, Joan came before Vera. But the pressure had built up so high that she quickly recovered, ready for another orgasm.
Joan reached behind Vera’s back, “come down here,” forcing her down a little so that she could suck on Vera’s nipples. Vera’s head threw back as she moaned loudly and sensually.
Joan’s mouth finally let go of Vera’s delicious breasts, to be replaced by her hands, as she molded both of Vera’s ‘love handles’ and gazed up to admire the little beauty riding her. Vera looked down and met her gaze, placing her own hands over Joan’s, on her own breasts, which were applying sweet pressure and molding them. Their breathing patterns met and crossed to form a harmonious symphony of erotic sounds.
Joan smiled mischievously, and Vera reflected that smile while lowering herself to kiss Joan languidly while stroking her face. “Oh Joan. I think I love you.” Joan smiled and pressed Vera against her, merging their breasts as they both came in sharp cries against each other’s lips.
As they both came down from their high, Joan broke the kiss and distanced her face within an inch, while Vera tried to decipher her expression.
“I think I love you too, Vera. Despite everything. Or maybe because of everything we’ve been through, it is as yet unclear. But I do, feel connected to you, in ways I have never experienced before. Not even with-
-Jianna?
Joan looked down, then faced Vera's expectant look, and put a hair lock behind Vera's ear as she confirmed: "Not even with Jianna." She kissed Vera reassuringly.
***
They lay down on the ground in each other’s arms, Vera’s head resting on Joan’s chest and Joan wrapping her arms around her. Silence felt so empty after their melodius moans...
Vera contemplated their present situation. Why was she suddenly so receptive and into Joan? Being so compliant, or “pliant,” she thought, remembering how often Jake had mentioned Joan using the term. Was this a plan to ruin her? To annihilate her? All the people around her seemed to only fuck her for their own benefits. NO. Not at this point. Joan had been honest. She wanted Vera to FEEL her. To understand her. To understand betrayal, yes, but understanding betrayal meant there was a bond before it was even broken. A deep connexion that Joan had just confessed to. If the betrayal hurt so much, it suggested that Vera meant a lot more to Joan than she’d evaluated. But that brought up new questions... what if she still wasn’t up to the task now? What if she failed miserably again, and they both hurt each other to the point of no return? What if it was already the case?
Vera’s previous anguish suddenly resurfaced, as she felt a pang in her chest. Joan felt her body tense up against hers, as Vera slowly sat up next to her and said calmly. “Joan, that was... incredible, and clearly we are-we have... something deeper going on here. But I never expected for our first time to happen like this... during the worst day of our lives, which turned into the best night ever... and I want, with all my heart, for us to be a thing. But right now, I don’t see how... what are we going to do? What will become of us?”
Joan slowly straightened up and came to sit in front of Vera, taking her hands in hers. “Do you remember what I told you during our first week working together? About being a team?”
-That seems like a lifetime ago, but yes I do.
-Well, I know it was more of a rhetorical way to seal our professional relationship. But today, I mean it in a more profound and sacred way. Vera, we are bonded. We are a team. Surely you feel that too.
-Like partners.
-Yes, like partners.
-In which reality? How does that work?
-In time, every goal can be achieved, every land can be conquered. Timing is key.
-And what should I do now? I don’t have a fucking clue anymore.
Joan stroked the back of Vera's hand pensively. "Vera, when you go to Jake's home tonight-"
-he told you that? Are you like besties or..?!
-Vera just listen. You need to know something about Stewart. He came very often, to see me, like you did tonight.
-What do you mean?
-He would come to visit me, asking me about you.
-Asking what?
-He wanted to know compromising information about you.
-To undermine me?
-To have leverage on you, on the governor of this prison, as a simple precaution.
-Simple precaution?!
-I know you feel used. You thought you could trust him and now you see that isn't the case. But don’t take it personal Vera. He likes you. He told me himself. But he’s ambitious. He’s willing to take risks. He knows some of your secrets, I know some of his, you know some of mine. Let’s not make a big deal out of it.
-So what are you saying? That I shouldn't fire him first thing as I get out?
-No. You won't fire him.
-And why's that? Why would you keep him around me if he likes me? Aren’t you even a little bit jealous?
-No.
-Just, no?
-Why should I be? You think of me when he fucks you, and he’s okay with that. Also Vera, he’s useful to us. Remember that.
-What? How?
-You’re the governor, you figure it out.
Vera nodded and scratch the back of her neck as she considered all this. She then kissed Joan softly before standing and getting dressed under Joan’s loving gaze. Just as she picked up her watch, she was relieved to see she still had about 2 hours to leave discreetly before any guard saw her.
At the door, she heard Joan say “You know where to find me anyway.”
Vera paused without turning to face Joan as she processed her words, and crouched down to pick up the cuffs and the key that were splayed on the floor. She stood, sighing, and closed the door before walking away. Boy was she confused... she'd walked in Joan's cell as governor, and walked out as someone for whom governing Wentworth and all the responsibilities it involved were none of her concern, nonexistent.
Joan went to lie back down and shut her eyes, focusing on the fading sound of Vera’s steps. They had come a long way. Vera was so different, so changed, she mused.
Vera meant so much to Joan now. And no matter how bad things were getting for her, Joan felt light-hearted, as if Vera was the answer to all her issues, her salvation... Joan didn’t know why but she was convinced that Vera was going to free her from any negative outcome she’d managed to create so far. They were bonded. They were each other’s captive, under each other’s care...