It wasn’t Amy’s first visit to the prison to interview Dawson and though she knew better it seemed like every time she came, they were getting closer and closer. The blonde college student told herself to stay away from him. To finish her project and be done with him. She’d gotten all she could out of him the first time. But something kept drawing her back to this place, this dark room where it was just the two of them. The only thing as a barrier between them was the table that he was attached to by the handcuffs. The act she kept up, trying to appear professional and like she was only there because she was required to be was slowly fading. That was until those words came falling out of his mouth. She starred at him for a long moment, saying nothing as she felt a need inside of her to have that fulfilled. It was dangerous. He was dangerous. And yet, Amy found herself with a throb between her legs that she couldn’t explain. Taking a quick, sharp breath, she tore her gaze from him and shook her head, not wanting to let herself end up like all the other girls in the file sitting on the table in front of her. “We’re done here. I’m not going to continue to let you play these games with me.”
Try as she might, she couldn’t fool him. Dawson had always been exceptional at reading people, and the older he got, the better he got at it - especially with women. It was how he always knew which ones to actually take and which ones to leave alone. So she could pretend to be disgusted and horrified with his words, but he could see it in her eyes; the intrigue, the desire. He was slowly but surely spinning her into his web, just like he always managed to do. Dawson leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, shaking his head a little. “I’m not playing games. I mean it.” he said softly, eyes trailing over her for a moment. “I bet you make the sexiest little noises. I’d love to be the one who gets you to make them...hear the desperation in your voice while I bring you closer and closer to the edge you’re so desperately craving. Mmm, and the way you sound when you cum?” he breathed, a slight shudder of arousal moving through him as he bit his lip for a moment. “I’d love to hear that.”