"You have to be more intimidating Asia. They don't care about you. You have to show them who's in charge. I'm only trying to help you."

The wind brushes against my face as I physically relax my body for the first time today. The outside world is such a luxury, even for us. Makes me feel like I'm a prisoner sometimes. My straightened hair blows through the air carelessly. I get the urge to take off my uniform, throw my weapons to the ground, and just hightail it to the fence, making my grand escape. I could do it. I know how to turn the fence off. I know all of the exits. I stare at the newly renovated electric fence that's exactly eleven feet tall, drowning in barbed wire. My fingers gently graze the blades of grass and I toss my head back, forcing myself to enjoy a moment of peace.

Jeremiah's words still haunt me. I can feel the fear and desperation in the hearts of the prisoners that come my way, however, it's never been enough for him. He's easily the scariest person I've ever known. He hasn't always been that way though. Growing up, he was such a kind, peaceful spirit. I guess being the little sister of the Warden means you have to be a force. Even so, everything I'm doing always falls short. I just want to go home.

"Two minutes!"

I hear the warning from one of the guards whose name I don't care to remember. I grab my ponytail holder, expertly wrapping my long hair in a neat bun. I stand, straightening my uniform as I make my way to the back door that they let the guards out of whenever we want some peace. Naturally, I get more outside time than the others, but they know Jeremiah would dig into them if they said anything about it.

The once heavy belt of weapons feels like a second skin nowadays, having been here for four long years. I brush past the guard as he locks the door three times and turns to escort me back to my floor. He slams the door behind me as I get on my floor, preparing myself to wake up the inmates. I take a deep breath, forcing my face down in a frown and making my body rigid. The morning alarm rings and I pull my nightstick out of my belt, taking the long walk down and around my floor to bang on the cells to wake up the inmates.

"Get up! You know what time it is! We do this every morning! Let's go! Get off of your ass or I will come in there!" I yell, putting extra bass in my voice than normal.

Jeremiah will be watching me today. I get my yearly review today and I want to make a good impression. The inmates stir, gripping their blankets tightly and scowling at me as I walk past. I return their gazes, banging louder on the bars.

The three guards that accompany me to take the inmates to the showers arrive like clockwork, flanking me when I stand by the exit door, waiting for the inmates to line up on either side of the hall. I begin counting.

"Seven... eleven... thirteen, fourteen..." I squint my eyes at the inmates. 'Where is fifteen?" I command.

They point to the cell at the end and I push past the lined up inmates, going to the cell at the end. I force the door open, the peacefully sleeping inmate is curled up in a ball in his bed. I kick him in the side gently at first.

"You heard the alarm! Get up!" I yell, kicking him again.

"Please. I'm tired!" He yells.

Tired. I get less sleep than these scumbags and he wants to complain about sleep? I kick him again, forcing him out of the bed and onto the unforgiving concrete floor. He jumps up quickly, balling his fists at his sides, clenching his jaw, his eyes look dangerous. I hold his gaze, keeping my stance strong. Fifteen always gives me problems. He's got me by about a foot, but he knows I will kick his ass all the same.

"Get in line." I growl.

"Make me bitch." He sneers, bumping me with his chest.

I pull out my semi-automatic quickly, bashing him in the face with the back of the gun, making him fall to the ground violently. He screams, holding his bleeding nose in his large hands. I stare down at him, closing my eyes.

"Get him to the showers." I say, loud enough for the other guards to hear me.

One of the guards run over to drag his body through the lines of inmates. I turn on my heel, almost falling over when I see Jeremiah at the front of the line, nodding in approval. I regain my composure, walking to the front of the line to meet him.

"Jeremiah." I acknowledge him.

"Baby sister." He answers, nodding down at me, his blue eyes softening at the sight of me.

"Just taking these inmates to the showers. As usual." I report, putting my semi-automatic away.

"Don't mind me. Just checking in." He says, smiling slightly.

His smile fades when he gazes at the inmates. There is no denying the effect he has on people, these inmates are shaking in their boots. They stand almost at attention in his presence. Jeremiah touches my shoulder lightly and I face him again.

"Breakfast?" He asks.

I nod slowly and he nods once, turning on his heels and going in the opposite direction. I take a deep breath.

"Let's go!" I yell, leading the inmates to the showers.

I stand outside of the showers as the inmates are piling inside, rolling my neck to get the kinks out. I adjust my hat on my head, waiting patiently so I can go eat. I hear rapid footsteps approaching and I turn slightly, seeing Robert, Jeremiah's right hand, running over to me.

"I got this. You're on ISO." He says, standing next to me.

I frown deeply. "ISO? Why?" I protest.

"Jeremiah wants to see how you handle it. You know your revie-" He starts, but I cut him off.

"Yes I know my review is today Robert. You think I havent been obsessing over it for the past week? Ugh I hate him sometimes... and you!" I scoff, shoving him.

He laughs as I make my way through the corridors and down into the isolation chamber. Two more guards flank me as they tap the code into the side of the heavy door that leads to the isolation room. We stand at attention while the other guards open the door, struggling to move it to the side. The room is dark, because there are no windows, just four white walls and gray concrete floors. I used to think it was ridiculous to have so many guards and caging for one person, until I worked in ISO. The door creaks loudly and the two door guards, who stay there all day and night when the room is occupied, disappear inside of the room to grab the inmate. I wonder who it is this time. Can't be fifteen. Not yet.

"Who's in there?" I whisper to the guard to my left.

He shakes his head. "He's been in there six days." He replies.

I stand back at attention, unsettled by the long stay this inmate has had in there. I can only imagine how crazy he must be thinking by now. The guards resurface, a long chain in each of their hands, tugging slightly on their ends to make the inmate come out. My eyes scan the dark room, unable to make out any kind of features. The inmate slowly surfaces, his head full of dark curls is hanging low. He is in a strait jacket, so his arms are bound behind him, and his legs are chained. Remembering how these outfits work, the chain is locked at his lower back, so until someone unchains him, he'll be completely restricted. His tall, slender body slowly makes his way over to me. Half of his face is covered with a black bandanna, he must have really been something.

"Do we have to leave this bandanna on?" The guard spits at the inmate.

The inmate shakes his head slowly, his long curls moving from side to side. He raises his head, opening his eyes promptly so the guards can take the bandanna off of his face. My heartbeat picks up when his chocolate eyes meet mine. I should have known from the curls.

"Michael..." I say, louder than I intended to.

The bandanna covering his nose and mouth is removed, revealing the gag that was placed into his mouth to further stunt his speech. I'm sure he gave them hell with that mouth of his.

The guard to my right nudges me. "You know this scumbag?" He asks.

I ignore his question as they unlatch the gag, freeing his lips from the confines. He takes a deep breath, never breaking his gaze with me.

"Asia." He croaks, his voice much thicker and raspier than I remember, probably because he hasn't spoken in days.

The guards give me an accusatory look. A shiver goes down my spine at his stare, but I snatch the chains from the guard directly across from me, glaring at him. I'll be damned if Michael ruins my review.

"He's mine today, right? Let's go!" I say, raising my voice, making them jump.

They relinquish the chains to me and my guards and I take the bandanna from the guard, knowing I will most likely have to use it today. I turn on my heels, leading the way to the cafeteria, the two other guards flanking me on either side behind Michael. The perfect triangle. Michael walks slowly, not saying a word, uncharacteristically obeying my command. He did spend a much longer time in ISO this time around. Perhaps he has changed.

We get to the cafeteria, the inmates stare as we walk to the solitary table, which, is a single table encased in glass, off to the side of the kitchen. The door is heavy metal and requires a card to open. I always thought this was a bad idea, having a glass room with a dangerous inmate, but of course my logic is ignored. We stop in front of the room. The guard on my left tugs at the chain, but Michael keeps his head dropped.

"What do you want, inmate?" He asks.

Michael stays silent, staring at the ground. The guard scoffs, walking away to grab his food. I pull out the card, swiping it in the card reader, and the door unlatches. I open it, struggling, and the other guard comes over to hold it open.

"You sure you wanna go in there without the third guard?" He whispers.

"I can handle him. Hold the door." I say, assuring him.

That's why Jeremiah gave me Michael. If I can handle him, I deserve to be here, whether I want to be here or not. I lead Michael into the room by his chain and he takes his seat, now gazing at me. I lay the heavy chains in my lap as I take my seat across from him. The other guard stands posted at the door, his arms folded across his chest. I'm pretty hard to intimidate, but Michael's intense stare is actually making me nervous. I smooth the edges of my bun down, biting my lip slightly to release some of the tension.

"I shanked my roommate." Michael says finally, his voice smooth and even.

I meet his eyes again, they are always so empty. There is no light, no spark, no remorse, no guilt. He's never getting out of here because he seems like he doesn't care about anything.

"They made steak last week. He took a bite out of my steak so I cut off his lips. Then I shanked him in the stomach. I thought, maybe I could retrieve my stolen chunk of steak, but then I realized that was useless. It was just stomach acid at that point. Then you know what I did?" He asks leaning forward, his eyes actually lighting up telling this gruesome story. I shake my head. "I cut out his tongue. I thought it was only fair. He had his own steak. It was justice. Somehow, my guards didn't see it that way." He finishes, sitting back in his chair. "The sad part... I didn't even get to eat my steak." He says, his voice low and sinister.

I glance over at the guard who looks like he wants to run out of the room. I keep my cool. Nothing Michael does can surprise me now, but that doesnt mean he isnt a psycho and I avoid him at all costs. He likes making people uncomfortable. He thrives off of that.

"What a shame." I reply sarcastically.

"You don't like steak?" He asks, raising his eyebrows innocently.

"Not that much." I say, running my fingers over the chains gently.

He shakes his curls out of his face, licking his lips eagerly.

"I'm starving." He growls.

"Same. So hurry up and finish your breakfast." I say, watching the other guard walk over to the room.

"You're always welcome to eat with me." He says, smirking.

"You're not the best eating companion Michael." I remind him.

"I promise I wont shank you. Even if you eat my food. I mean, my arms are still tied." He chuckles, his pearly whites making an appearance.

The guard enters the room, placing the plate of food in front of Michael. Michael smiles again, biting his lip.

"Pancakes. My favorite." He whispers, then looks up at me. "So... are you gonna untie me? I can't eat without hands." He reasons.

I look at the guard to my left. "You got the keys?" I ask.

"He gets untied after breakfast. Jeremiah's orders." He says, looking at the ceiling.

I scoff. "One of us has to feed him then." I say, looking at both of them.

The guard on the right is still terrified to come near Michael, he is holding the chain so tightly his knuckles are turning white and the other one just folds his arms. I roll my eyes.

"Punks." I say loud enough so they can hear me.

I pick up the fork, cutting the pancakes up and drizzling them in syrup.

"I get to be fed by the prettiest guard in this prison? All it took was killing one inmate? I should do this more often." He says, smirking.

"Shut up." I growl, shoving the pancakes in his mouth.

I try to feed him quickly so I can eat and so he wont say anything else to me. There is syrup around his mouth so I grab a napkin and gently wipe off his lips. Suddenly he captures one of my fingers with his mouth, grazing his tongue over my nail inside of his mouth. I snatch my finger from his mouth, shivering slightly and I wipe my hand off.

"You're done." I say, standing and grabbing his chains.

Michael stands promptly, as I make my way around the table. The guards open the door, making sure the other inmates are together. I feel Michael's leg rub against mine before his breath is on my ear.

"Don't act like you didn't like that. Imagine my tongue over every curve of your body." He coos.

I push him off, feeling my stomach flutter uncontrollably. I put on my best scowl despite my desires.

"Michael you know I will kick your ass. Stop it." I warn.

"How long has it been? Four years. Four long years without even the slightest touch. You must be so tight." He breathes, dragging out the last word, his eyes clouding over.

My breath catches. I can't do this with him right now. I have breakfast with Jeremiah and my review today. I pull out my nightstick, smacking him in the back of his leg with it, making him stumble and groan loudly. I didn't hit him that hard, just to let him know that I'm not playing his games.

"I said stop it Jackson!" I sneer at him, pushing him out of the room to follow the other guards.

We walk through the cafeteria quickly, trying to get Michael away from these inmates. I see Michael kick something out the corner of my eye and I wonder why he did that.

"Should have listened to me." He says to me over his shoulder.

One of the inmates falls over whatever Michael kicked, making him drop his lunch on someone. My eyes get wide and I push Michael towards the door.

"Hey! What the fuck!" I hear behind me.

Two inmates push the guards in front of Michael and before I know it, there is a full-blown riot. I grab the chains, shoving Michael through the door, punching the alarm on the side of the door, which locks the exits and calls more guards to the cafeteria. I control my breathing, holding Michael against the wall. I hear faint chuckling and glare at him, pushing my fists into his chest.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You think this is funny?!" I yell.

He smirks. "I got us alone, didn't I?" He replies, looking down at my wild expression.

"You're an idiot." I say, regaining my composure. "Let's go."

I walk him back to his cell, walking around him to unchain him. Must be so uncomfortable being bound like this. Not as uncomfortable as having a murderous cellmate. I unlock the chains, letting them fall to the ground. I kneel down, unclasping the shackles around his ankles so he is completely free. I gather the chain, tossing it outside of the cell.

"When do you want to shower?" I ask.

He removes his straitjacket, making my heart flutter again when his chest and arms are revealed to me. His skin is a smooth caramel, his body lean and toned, the veins in his arms make my face hot.

"When do you usually take a shower?" He asks.

I wonder if he is being sarcastic, but I realize he is being inappropriate again when a smirk forms on his plump, pink lips. I roll my eyes, pushing my nightstick into his chest.

"Michael. I am not playing with your crazy ass. Stop being inappropriate." I warn him.

"Considering you salivate every time I move an inch, I think I'm being very appropriate." He says, having realized my weird actions.

"I'll be back after breakfast for your shower." I reply, slamming his cell door and locking it.

He grips the bars gently, running his fingers over them, almost in a seductive way.

"Looking forward to it." He whispers, his eyes raking over my body.

I can't help but feel like he is watching me walk away, but I push those thoughts away, straightening my form and plastering on a poker face for my breakfast with Jeremiah. I go into his office, the table already set up for us to eat. I always feel more relaxed when I'm away from the inmates, but around Jeremiah, there is no relaxation. I take my seat, waiting for Jeremiah to arrive in order to begin eating. He comes inside, taking off his hat, his matted curls falling around his ears. He smiles, his light eyes shimmering in the natural light.

"Hey sis. How was your rounds?" He asks, taking a seat.

I shrug. "The usual." I reply.

He nods, saying grace. We begin eating slowly, engaging in light conversation. Jeremiah is hard on me, but I enjoy this time I have with him. He is the only family I get to see this often and he isn't so strict when it's just the two of us.

"Yeah, I told Mom she would have her hands full with you! Look at you now Asia. The opposite of what I thought. You done alright kid." He says, rubbing my head and messing up my bun.

I smack his hand away, releasing my hair from its bun and letting it fall down my back. I run my fingers through the length, pondering his comment for a moment.

"You thought I would be off the hook?" I ask.

He looks at me, wondering why I'm taking a joke so seriously.

"It's not a big deal Asia. You were rambunctious as a child. You can't be a risk taker and do this job. I'm proud of you." He says, touching my hand.

I smile deeply, finishing my breakfast.

"I heard about the riot. I'm keeping you with Michael all day." He finally says.

I drop my utensils on the table, taking a deep breath.

"Why?" I ask calmly.

"Because Michael is not easily detained. If you can keep him together, you will surely pass your review. Considering the riot that he caused under your watch, you're not doing so good." He says critically.

I scoff. "Michael is a psychopath! Did you see how fast I resolved it? And the fact that Michael is locked in his cell at this very moment? And not to mention what I did with fifteen this morning..." I begin rambling about my accomplishments.

"Sis. It's simple. Keep Michael in line and your review will go well." He explains.

"Jer, I don't think it's fair that my review is riding on this one person, who is a disaster, instead of my overall performance." I argue, furrowing my brows.

He shrugs. "A lot of the guards don't think it's fair how I treat you. Get over it. Cmon sis don't argue with me, ok? I thought you were more professional than this." He says, disappointment showing in his expression.

I take a deep breath, excusing myself from the table and going back to babysitting Michael. I don't understand why he always gravitates towards Michael. I hope he doesn't think that Michael is still his friend. Michael is a psycho and will always be one. Something happened to him that changed him and there is no going back now, so he needs to let him go. I get back to the cell and Michael is watching me like a hawk as I make my way to his cell.

"Welcome back." He says, still leaning on the bars.

I unlock his cell door and take out my handcuffs, cuffing him quickly and attaching the chains from the ground so I don't have to stand too close to him. He may be flirting shamelessly, but he could snap my neck in a second.

"Let's go." I say, still feeling aggravated by what Jeremiah said.

"How did breakfast with Jeremiah go?" He asks.

I stay silent, walking in front of him, pulling at his chain every so often.

"He doesn't see what a great job you really do. I'll put in a good word for you." He says, snickering.

I turn around, eyeing him angrily.

"We're not friends Michael. Stop talking to me like I'm your friend or anything to you. I'm your guard. You're in a prison. What don't you understand about that? So shut up before I shove this bandanna back in your mouth and smack you with my semi-automatic!" I yell, glaring at him.

He looks almost sympathetically at me and I turn my back to him, tugging his chains.

"Dont look at me like that, inmate." I sneer.

"Don't listen to him. He doesn't know anything about you." He whispers.

"Oh and you do? You were my brother's friend Michael, not mine. You have no idea who I am." I correct him, opening the shower door.

Michael brushes past me, holding his cuffed hands up to me. I uncuff him so he can shower. Michael's deep brown eyes gaze at me, forcing me to look at him.

"I know this isn't you." He replies, slipping into the showers.

I stand at the door, folding my arms, trying to repress my anger long enough so I can focus on the task at hand. I peek through the window to see if Michael is done yet and my heartbeat picks up with the sight of a naked, dripping Michael bathing himself. Since he was in ISO, he has to shower alone, and it's such a sight. I try to tear my eyes away, but I just cant. His body is amazing and his... I bite down on my lip hard squeezing my thighs together to stop the sensations. Michael's eyes meet mine in the shower and he slides his hand down his abdomen, gripping the base of his dick. I finally tear my eyes away from the window, taking some very deep breaths and placing myself flat against the door. My stomach drops when I see Jeremiah standing before me, folding his arms and looking down at me disapprovingly.

"Is he washing incorrectly or something?" He asks, shaking his head.

I stand at attention, going back to what I was supposed to be doing. What is wrong with me? I've never done that with any other inmate. There is a knock on the door and Jeremiah shifts his gaze from me to Michael, opening the door for him.

"I came to bring you your clothes Michael." Jeremiah says to him, almost glaring at him.

"Wow, you really do care about me Jer." Michael says, taking the clothes smiling.

Jeremiah cuts his eye at me and I stare at the ground. He looks back at Michael when he is done dressing.

"I've been pretty lenient on you thus far Michael, but if you touch my sister, I will see to it that you are taken out myself." He warns him, making me shake beside him.

Michael smirks. "You don't trust me?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.

"I guess we'll have to find out, won't we?" Jeremiah sneers, grabbing the handcuffs from off of my belt and cuffing Michael roughly.

Jeremiah gives me one more look before walking away. I hook the chain onto his handcuffs, pulling him towards his jail cell. I put him back in his cell, taking off his cuffs and locking the cell door behind me.

"I'll be back for dinner." I whisper, avoiding eye contact.

"He can't punish you for having desires." Michael says, gripping the bars.

I glance over at him, unlocking his cell door.

"Come here." I beckon him.

He smirks, sauntering out of the cell and walking over to me. He tugs on my weapons belt, pulling my body flush against his. I gaze into his hypnotic eyes, feeling that familiar desire tugging at my insides. Michael leans down, but I tie the bandanna around his nose and mouth before he can kiss me. I shove him back in his cell, locking the door.

"You talk too much." I say, turning to go do my daily paperwork before the second set of rounds for the day.

I turn in my reports, hoping to finish my rounds before my review. Robert sprints over to me before I can do my rounds and grabs my arm.

"Jeremiah said he wants you in his office." He says, looking frazzled.

"Was there another riot?" I ask, looking him up and down.

"No. I went to check on Michael and he almost killed me. I'm surprised you aren't begging Jeremiah to take you off ISO." He says, sprinting down the hall.

That man sprints everywhere I swear. Jer wants to do my review now? I take a deep breath before I make my way across the building to his office. I was hoping he would give me the whole day. At least after dinner. I knock on his door and he yells for me to come in. I go inside, closing the door behind me and sitting across from him. He signs some paper and pushes it to the side, staring at me with his arms folded.

"I love you Asia. You know I do, you know you're my sister and I would do anything for you, but your performance today has been below par. Unacceptable." He says, a serious look on his face.

I frown. "My performance was just fine this morning. You're only giving me a hard time because I saw Michael naked." I slap a hand over my mouth before I say anything more. God, what is wrong with me today?

"Asia. I saw you. You were watching him. If I hadn't been there then you probably would have jumped in the shower with him. You're a great guard, but this is unacceptable. Despite that, I will be giving you your raise." He says, smiling lightly.

I smile deeply, throwing my arms around his neck, almost laying on the table to hug him tightly. "Oh thank you! Thank you so much Jer! I love you!" I squeal, letting go of him, heading out of the door.

"Wait, sis, I wasn't done." He says, calling me back over. I turn around, the smile still on my face. "The raise, you will get, but I'm transferring you. To Lafayette." He finishes, my heart sinking.

"What?!" I yell. "You're transferring me? Why? Jer I have been here for four years! If I leave I will never get to see you and I will be all alone! Why would you do this to me?!" I scream, pounding my fist on the table.

His hard exterior softens from my reaction. "I'm trying to protect you. You were knocked off of your game today by one inmate. I can't take that chance. There's too much history here. You need a fresh start." He says calmly.

"So you'd throw me to the wolves in order get me away from Michael? That son of a bitch is gonna die anyways so who cares? If Mom found out you were separating us..." My voice trails off and my chest tightens. I cant believe he is sending me away.

He comes over to where I am standing. "Asia. It's for the best. Robert will take over for me out here and I will transfer with you... in two years." He says, adding another blow.

I wipe a stray tear, sniffling. "I'm turning in my resignation." I say, my head held high.

He scoffs. "Asia cmon. You can't just quit because you can't have your way."

"I only did this for you! I never wanted to do this, but you said you would take care of me and it would keep me focused and disciplined. Now you're sending me away. I never had talents Jer, I never had goals or a vision, you know that. You told me I could do this and I believed you and now you're doing this to me. I'm going home. I'm done." I say, shoving the door open and running down the hallway, heading towards my room.

I bust through the door of my room, grabbing all of my things and packing frantically. I lock the door when I hear banging and I continue packing. Jeremiah's muffled voice screams through the door, but I ignore him, placing my suitcase next to the door. I take a deep breath, the knocking and screaming has stopped, I have calmed down, and I sit on my bed, knowing the next truck doesn't come until tomorrow so I can't leave until then. I fight back tears, wiping my face roughly and tossing my weapons belt into the closet. I lay back on my bed, hearing the lock click on my door. I grab my handgun from underneath my pillow and point it at the door. The door creaks open slowly and I see a bright orange prison jumpsuit behind the door.

"Stop! If you leave now I won't tell anyone you snuck out, but I swear to you I will kill you. I am not in the mood." I growl.

"Jeremiah always knew how to rile you up." Michael's muffled voice fills the room, making me lower my gun slightly.

He comes into view, the bandanna still over his face. He shuts the door quickly, removing his bandanna from his face.

"Again, we are not friends. You do not have special privileges so get out of my room!" I yell, firing a shot by his feet, making him jump.

His shocked expression takes me by surprise. "What did he do to you?" He asks, his voice sounding concerned.

I put my gun back under my pillow, scooting up on the bed so I am far away from him. He looks over at the suitcase sitting next to the door.

"You're leaving?" He asks.

"I'm tired of this place. I need to start fresh, like Jeremiah says." I say, almost sneering at the suitcase.

His gaze rests on my again, walking closer to the bed. "You aren't the least bit scared of what I might do to you?" He asks.

I look into his sinister eyes and quickly grab for my gun, but he leaps onto the bed, pinning his body against mine, gripping my forearm before I can pull the gun out. His brows furrow and he pulls my hand out from under the pillow, sliding the gun out of my hand and tossing it on the floor. He looks back into my eyes, a softer expression than I'm used to rests on his face.

"I don't care what you do to me Michael. I'm not afraid of you." I say, holding his gaze.

He shakes his head slightly, his eyes floating from one facial feature to the next. "You shouldn't be afraid of me. I don't want to hurt you." He expresses, sliding his hand down my arm, cupping my cheek.

My body heats up with that gesture and instead of fear, lust creeps its way to the surface. Before I can protest, he smashes his lips against mine, our bodies inseparable at this point. Michael is right. I haven't been touched in so long I feel like I might cum if he just touches me the right way. He pulls his lips away from mine, looking deep into my eyes.

"When I get done with you, you're never gonna wanna leave baby." He says, latching himself onto my neck and sucking hard.

I grip his soft hair at the back of his head, running my free hand up and down his back. I've wanted to feel in this hair for such a long time. I didn't think it would be this way. I moan quietly, feeling that intense throbbing down under. Michael drags his tongue over my collarbone, sliding his hand between my legs. My breath catches and I grip his hair tighter, closing my eyes as he rubs me through my uniform. His tongue continues down my chest and he rips open my top, exposing my black and white bra, the one I don't wear too often because it's too sexy for a prison guard. A sound escapes from the back of his throat which makes me shiver.

"So sexy." He breathes, forcing my top off, tossing the heavy uniform off of the bed.

I squirm at his touch. I couldn't stop him if I wanted to and I don't. He unhooks my bra, tossing it to the side quickly. His eyes don't linger on my breasts long before he takes one into his mouth, sucking hard and long. I moan deeply as his fingers unzip my pants, wanting more access to my most sensitive parts. He slides my pants off, leaving my panties on and lays back on top of me. I look into his seductive eyes, his curls tickling my neck as he sucks on my nipple again, this time pairing it with a movement of his hips against mine. I gasp, feeling him rubbing his hard on against my throbbing flesh. I roll my eyes to the back of my head as he goes in circles against my panties, drenching them in the process. I run my fingers through his luscious curls, moaning internally for more. He suddenly stops, getting out of the bed and walking over to the door. I sit up quickly as he locks the door.

"I'm gonna fuck you babygirl. You're gonna be screaming my name. Do you want me to do that?" He asks, standing at the door.

I nod slowly, biting my lip. I really do want it. I want it bad. He removes his jump suit, his sexy body revealed to my once again, making me wetter. He kneels down before joining me on the bed again, biting down on my bottom lip.

"I didn't hear you." He whispers on my lips.

"I want it." I whisper, pulling him in for a steamy kiss.

"Good." He breathes. Michael interlocks fingers with me, holding them high above my head and does the same with my other arm. "Cause there's no going back now." He warns, cuffing me to the bed swiftly, before sliding off his boxers.

My breathing picks up and I tug at the handcuffs. Fuck.

"Michael... Michael please." I beg, hoping he doesn't have some perverted fantasy that ends in my death.

"I love it when you beg. Keep going." He groans, placing a large hand around the base of his dick and rubbing up the entire length slowly, precum spilling from the tip.

My eyes cloud over with lust as my body is yearning for him to be inside of me.

"I'm not getting any closer to you until you start begging." He commands.

"Please give it to me Michael." I beg, squeezing my thighs together to suppress the throbbing, but they refuse to stay closed.

"You want this?" He asks, continuing to rub himself quicker. God, he is so big.

"Yessss." I hiss, tugging at the cuffs aggressively.

He climbs on the bed, ripping my panties off and rubbing my legs gently. He slides up my body, snatching my ponytail holder out of my hair, allowing my straight hair to flow down my body. He rakes a hand through my hair, kissing me passionately. I moan in his mouth and he breaks the kiss, looking into my eyes.

"Now this is the real you Asia. Between me and you, I've always wanted to fuck you. Don't tell Jeremiah. Spread. I wanna taste you." He whispers seductively, making my heart pound against my chest.

All the regret and guilt I felt about this situation fizzles away when Michael's tongue drags across my clit. He sucks hard on my throbbing clit, making me arch my back and pull against the handcuffs. Damn, why didn't I let him do this sooner? Four years was definitely worth the wait. I moan into the air, letting go of my inhibitions every time his tongue drags up and down my slit.

"Sweet. Turn around. I wanna grab that round ass." He says, biting his lip.

I flip around, feeling more than exposed with my ass in the air, helplessly tied to the bed. "Stop being so dirty." I say, and I feel him push my back down, making my ass poke out more.

"You said you want it. I'm dirty as fuck so deal with it. You won't be complaining when I shove my dick in your... damn you got a small hole baby this is definitely going to hurt. Heads up." He says, rubbing his hand over my ass.

I jump when he slaps my ass hard. He slaps my ass again and I squeal.

"Shit Michael that hurt." I whimper.

"Didn't hurt me." He says, slapping my ass again. "Look at that giggle. Sit on my face." He says, sliding his face underneath my legs, hooking his arms around my thighs and sucking relentlessly on my clit.

"Ohh oh fuck! Ahh Michael umm." I moan, balancing myself against the headboard. "Dont stop ugh I'm gonna cum!" I whimper, my body shaking violently from all of the foreplay.

He sucks on my clit like a lollipop, making an audible pop sound as he releases it from his lips. I throw my head back, my body going rigid before releasing all of that sexual tension, my climax so refreshing and very much needed. I feel Michael's tongue teasing me yet again as I'm coming down, but he quickly slides to an upright position, grabbing my hips firmly. He spreads my legs running his fingers over my hole. My breathing is returning to normal when I feel Michael's tip at my entrance. Oh no.

"Michael don't go straight in please." I beg, turning my head as much as it can go.

"I'm impatient baby." He groans, forcing his dick inside of me, making me scream and grip the headboard tightly.

"Oh my God it hurts oh fuck please take it out!" I scream.

Michael places his lips next to my ear. "It will go away. Just relax. I promise it will feel great." He coos in my ear, but my insides feel like they are being ravaged.

He takes himself all the way out of me and the stinging makes me wince in pain, tears forming in the corner of my eye. He slides all the way in again, making me scream again, in agony. I whimper, breathing heavily, wondering if I could ever get pleasure from this. I've never had anyone as big as Michael. Michael kisses my cheek gently, rubbing my back to ease me into it.

"Don't cry. It's almost over." He assures me, planting sweet kisses on my cheek and jawline.

I breathe heavily, the stinging and overall discomfort going away and the pleasure hitting me like a bag of bricks.

"Oh fuck that feels so good go deeper.." I groan, taking Michael by surprise from a moment before when I was crying.

"Yes ma'am." He obeys, grabbing my hips with both hands and thrusting deep inside of me with a slow, controlled motion.

I moan into the air, never having experienced such pleasure in my life. The cuffs dig into my wrists with every thrust Michael is giving me, but I ignore it, filling the room with my moans of pleasure. Michael flips me over cautiously, keeping his dick inside of me and continues his pleasure from a missionary position.

"I want to see your face when I make you cum." He pants, sweat covering his forehead and neck.

"Oh Michael... Mmm I'm gonna cum dont stop!" I squeal, feeling my climax near again.

Michael leans down, putting more pressure on my g-spot and thrusts into me until I cum hard, shaking and screaming into the thick air. Michael cums, giving me a taste of a high pitched moan and I almost laugh at how sexy that is.

"Damn Asia. Definitely worth the wait baby." He says, pulling out and laying next to me. "Look at me." I oblige him, looking into his tired eyes. "You aren't really leaving me, are you?" He asks, his words dripping with vulnerability.

"Jeremiah transferred me. So, I'm leaving. I really don't want to do this anymore." I admit.

Michael drops his gaze, kissing me gently. His kisses make me feel like this was much more than just a hook up. He can't stop kissing me and I giggle on his lips.

"You're really trying to make this last Michael." I say. "We'll see each other again." I promise.

"Sooner than you think baby girl." He winks, pulling me into his sweaty chest.

I hold him tightly, getting some much needed deep sleep before I set out for a fresh start tomorrow morning.

I wake up in bed, alone, but my underwear is back on. How nice of him. My suitcase is sitting by the door and I figure it's time. I grab my towel to shower before I leave and there is a note on my dresser.

"I will find you. I promise. - Michael"

I frown at the paper. What is he talking about? All of my training material that I keep in my dresser is gone. Damn. I hear the alarm sound and I toss the towel over me, running to the window. In the distance, I see Michael sprinting towards the fence, which he deactivated and unlocking the door, probably with my card. He shoves the door open, disappearing into the woods.

A/N: Sorry this first one shot was so long, I literally don't know how to write a 'short story'. I will try to make the coming stories shorter, but there are no promises. I probably gave it way too much backstory, but whatever. When I start writing I can't stop. I really hope you enjoyed this and look out for more one shots to be added to this book. I will be taking requests soon and because I don't like to use the Y/N thing (it's just hard for me to remember and it's easier to make it personal if I use an actual name) I will use your name if you give me a request that I end up using. Thanks for reading!