Tessa and the Warden by Elizabeth A. Veatch, Crystal G. Smith Page A

flushed skin to become just a bit brighter as she looked up and saw by the look on his face he knew exactly what was going on with her.
         “Tessa, after you.”  Standing to the side he waited for her to pass into his office.  Making sure he stood just close enough that she brushed up against the front of him on her way by.  Her hand making contact with either his cell phone in his pocket or eagerness to see her. 
         Stepping inside she looked around.  This was a far cry from the cells in the ward she had just passed through.  Besides the standard desk and chair his office had all the comforts of home.  A plush over-stuffed black leather couch lined one wall with a lamp sitting in the corner.  The light sparkled off the crystals that hung as the lamp shade.  In the corner was a matching chair with a table that had a stack of books on it.  There was another door that was closed that she only assumed went into the bathroom. 
         She watched as he walked across to the bar and poured himself a dark liquid into a glass.  She was jealous of the glass as he raised it to first his nose to breathe in the strong scent then placed his lips on it and with a flip of his hand drained the liquid in one swallow.
         When she realized the glass hadn’t moved she looked up and was embarrassed to find he had been watching her the whole time.  She was sure he could read her mind just by staring into her eyes.  If that was true, she was either going to be shown the door or shown delights that she had only ever dreamed about.
         She swallowed the lump that had developed in her throat as she watched him place the glass on the counter then turn to lean against it as he stared back at her. 
         They stood that way for what felt like forever to Tessa. She found it hard to keep her eyes locked with his.  There was something about his eyes.  Like they commanded her attention and she had to do what they said.
         His lips turned up in to a wide smile.  She watched as his eyes roamed up and down her body before he raised his finger in a come here motion. 
         Moving across the room she could feel her heart beating stronger and faster with each step.  Her skin glistening as if she had just finished fucking the hot warden standing in front of her.  Becoming breathless with the thought of what she hoped would happen when she reached him.  She could no longer keep the stare, her eyes dropped to the floor was she walked.  She was sure he could guess what she was thinking.
         Stopping when she saw she was only a foot away from him she chanced a look up.  The look on his face caused her heart to jump just a bit higher in her throat . 
         Fire was flashing fr om his eyes as he looked at her.  “Don’t stop now.”
         She inched forward until she could feel his breath on the top of her head.  “Is this close enough, Sir?” I would love to call you Sir all night long. The blush brightened on her face.
         “You know why you are here don’t you?” His breath on her skin caused tingles to spread down her back and circle around to brush her lower abdomen.  Almost like fingers lightly caressing her.
         “I think so.” Her voice barely above a whisper.
         “Well, let me be more thorough.” He stepped around her brushing her side again . Yep definitely not a cell phone. Stepping behind his desk he picked up a large file of papers. “You have two options.  First one… we spend this week tediously poring over these papers till you develop carpel tunnel.”
         That was not the option she was hoping for.  She  had hoped to hear options like, one you come over here and I fuck you till you beg me to stop, or option two...I fuck you till I want to stop.  “And option Two?” Her voice was breathy when she whispered her words.
         “You remove your clothes right here, right now.  You agree to anything I want to do for the next