Ellie stood in the center of the room, in front of the desk, looking nervous. Behind her, the bars on the cell beckoned temptingly. Michael grinned, which made her shift uncertainly back and forth on her feet. Excitement, anxiety, and just the tiniest bit of fearful anticipation flitted across her face; just the kind of reaction he liked to see.

“Turn around and move in front of the bars,” he ordered. He wasn’t interested in actually putting her in the jail cell, but the bars could be very useful. Arousal lit up Ellie’s dark eyes before she turned around and scampered over to the bars, moving with a quickness that came from eagerness. “Spread your legs and hold onto the bars in front of you, above your head.”

The position made her skirt ride up slightly, the curve of her ass barely keeping it in place. Even from behind, he could see her breath quickening as he approached. She peeked over her shoulder at him before snapping her head back around, as if afraid she’d done something wrong. Michael didn’t mind her looking, so he didn’t chastise her.

Coming up behind her, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders. Her muscles were a little tense, but she quickly relaxed as he kneaded them slightly.

“I’m going to have to search you and make sure you aren’t hiding anything from me, Miss Sandler,” he said, his voice lighter and more teasing than it should be. This was why he didn’t do role-play.

It might be for the best though. Ellie giggled, relaxing further as his hands moved over the backs of her shoulders and to her sides. His fingers stretched to stroke the sides of her breasts as he moved his hands up and down the slick material of her dress; down to her hips, back up to her breasts, slowly moving towards the front of her.

When he cupped the undersides of her breasts, rather than just brushing against them, there was a little hitch in her breath. Michael pressed up behind her, feeling the warmth of her body, and ran his lips over the base of her neck as she leaned her head back against him. Kneading her breasts, he felt her nipples pressing against his palms, through the fabric of her dress.

“Hmmm... I’m not sure, I think I’ll need to examine this area more closely for dangerous weapons,” he said. “Arms down.” Ellie’s arms dropped and he rolled the top of her dress down, pulling her arms through the armholes before raising them back up again, placing her hands where he wanted them on the bars in front of her. Then he let his hands glide over her skin, back down her arms to her breasts.