Married Assassin

     ---- Mid-Chapter Two ----

A few months into this new prison job and I've learn so much between stocks, sports, and dear God that Warden. One morning he came into his office wearing a light grey Adidas sweat suit and it just so happens that no other Inmate or Officer was in the office or on this floor today; mainly because of court hearings. If you want me to guess, he already knew and made it his mission to have clothing easy to remove, I could be wrong but I won't know if I don't try. We finished our morning routine but instead of him getting up from his desk, he rubbed his big strong hands together, licking his lips, all the while making me his main and only focus.
 
Without hesitation or thought, I walked around his desk, matching eye contact and deep breaths. Me being who I am and who I've always been I asked for permission to touch him.
 
“Warden, may I give you a shoulder massage. A man that works as hard as you deserves to be pampered from time to time.”
 
It felt like I was standing there for hours waiting on his response. He reaches over, gently grabs my hand, and guided me to him. He stood to his feet towering over me, firmly placed his lips on my forehead, and then whispered to call him Eric when we're alone. I put one hand on his neck and the other caressed the back of his head as our kissing started to grow more intense. Our bodies tightly intertwined against one another making us one. I can feel that he's excited, as his hands massages my back pressing my body against his.
 
Gently in his ear I confessed my need and desire for him, all of him. His lips on my neck, putting me in a place where I’ve never been. At the age of 27, I've never felt anything like this. The very few men I was with weren't men at all, compared. He takes off my shirt, started nibbling on my nipples, but hasn’t fully unclothed me. The intensity is uncanny, I was ready to give all of me to him, my desire has grown to astronomical levels, and my juices are flowing freely like a stream during the fall months.
 
Removing my bra with his teeth while his hands are finding other places to play. I couldn't control my breathing, I couldn't even control my body spasms at times. He glides is tongue down crease of my stomach and in between every muscle. Out of nowhere Eric jumped up saying how wrong and sorry he is for treating me like an object instead of a woman. Leaving me unfulfilled, he walks out of the door abruptly. Sitting on the floor half naked, my feelings were fully exposed, and I, highly confused. I gathered my feelings, washed up in Eric's private bathroom, and started back to my daily duties. After a few hours of me trying to figure out what happened, Eric comes back into the office dressed as he would on a normal work day, went into his office, and closed the door without saying a word. I wasn't sure if I should be mad at him for leaving with no real explanation or if I should be grateful that he doesn't see me as an object or an Inmate, but the question is; does he see me as less than an object or Inmate?