She came back.
I knew she would.
When she walked into the module for her shift, she tried to avoid looking in my direction, but I saw the way she hesitated. The way her shoulders tensed as she moved past my cell. She was trying to act normal, trying to keep up that cold, professional attitude--but I had cracked her.
Now?
She was mine to break.
I didn't say anything right away. I let her come to me. She finished her routine checks, making sure all the other inmates were squared away, before finally stepping in front of my cell.
She kept her expression neutral, but I could see the way her fingers curled into her palms, the way her breathing was just a little uneven.
"Give me your phone," she whispered.
I smirked, leaning against the wall. "That's not how this works."
Her nostrils flared. "I'm here, aren't I?"
I let my eyes drag over her body, taking my time. She was wearing the same tight scrub pants that hugged her ass just right, the fabric clinging to her thick thighs. Her top, stretched across her chest, her curves undeniable. Even now, trying to stand her ground, she was gorgeous.
I sat down on my bunk and patted my thigh. "Come inside."
She hesitated.
We both knew this was crossing a line. Up until now, everything had been words, an unspoken game of power. But stepping inside my cell? That was real. That was action.
I saw the war in her eyes--the battle between her pride and her fear. But in the end, fear won.
She checked the hallway one more time, making sure no one was watching. Then, without a word, she slid inside and pulled the door shut behind her.
She stood there, arms crossed over her chest, pretending she wasn't nervous. "Let's get this over with."
I leaned back on my elbows, watching her. "Unbutton your top."
Her jaw tightened. "A handjob. That's what you said."
I grinned. "And I want to see what I'm working with while you do it."
Her face flushed, anger and humiliation mixing in her expression. But she reached up, fingers shaking slightly, and started undoing the buttons.
One by one, they came undone, revealing smooth, tan skin. A lazy black bra peeked out underneath, hugging her full tits, her cleavage deep and tempting.
"Happy now?" She muttered.
I reached out grabbing her wrist, and pulled her closer. She gasped slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let me guide her hand down my lap.