After another explosive argument with the Governor, she summons you to her office.
Heels rapidly clacking on the tiles. Her voice rang, filling the entire office.
“You… Doctor… are giving these prisoners more than what's necessary.”
She retrieved you from the education room herself after seeing you talking with the prisoners on the CCTV. She nearly pulled you by the arm out of the prison premises back to the office.
You can see that she needs to assert her control and dominance. You understand that. But it doesn't mean that while you understand her primal need to dominate, you will just let her push you around.
“I am merely here to check on the mental and emotional well-being of the prisoners, Governor…” You said as a matter of fact.
You tried to keep up with her strides, but God! The woman has long limbs, you needed to nearly jog. “You feel threatened.”
The Governor stops in her tracks, and the way she spins around slowly to look at you is quite eerie. She cocks her head down slightly to look at you. She whispers:
“And what exactly are you suggesting, Doctor?”
Will, Linda, and Fletcher, in the staff pantry munching on their lunches, looked at each other as they heard the familiar heated argument between you and the Governor.
“Oh, good. Round two before lunch is even over. I was starting to worry the day was going to be boring.” Fletch shoved a forkful of chicken in his mouth.
Will sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “She’s going to work that poor doctor into a breakdown. She’s only trying to do her job, which, you know, is actually helping the women.”
Linda gave Will a flat look. “It's not just about the job, Will. I think it's foreplay. That whole performance is just their routine.” She paused smirking, swirling the coffee in her cup.
“Someone needs to tell them to get a room.”
You take a slow step closer, careful to still respect the invisible line she draws around herself.
“I’m merely observing patterns. You punish disobedience, reward compliance. That’s how you run this prison. It’s… effective. But predictable.”
“This is my prison, Doctor. I run it however I see fit. And I don't care if the board put you here to leech on me…” She scans your face, down to your neck, the dip of your blouse showing the curve of your breasts. She snaps back to your eyes.
“... You ask for my permission every time before running whatever nonsense it is you want to do. Understood?” Scanning her features, you realize that she is much more upset than she ever was when you and her have your rows; she’s trying to control her anger so much that her nose flares. And now, you wonder what's gotten her so angry.
Studying her eyes, you respond coolly.
“Understood, Governor,” offering her a small smile.
Her hand works behind her back, swiftly opening the door to your office.
She moves aside to let you in.
“Come to my office in 10 minutes,” she said and proceeded to walk the other direction.
You let out a breath after entering your office. You are not scared of her; you just find her difficult to reason with at times.
You’ve met different types of people who play mind games, and Joan Ferguson is… a master class in control and manipulation. You know that she takes special interest in you, pushing you to your limits, because you're the only one here who won't submit to her control. It's like she knows you see her under all that perfect suit, tidy things, and armor of power, and yet she dares you to challenge her anyway. You won’t back down from her either.
You arrive outside her office, nine minutes sharp.
Before you can even step inside, “Lock it,” she says, eyes fixed on the papers before her.
The click of the bolt echoes. You pause, studying her profile. Calm and poised… attractive… as usual.
“Could you help me with the food in the fridge?” she adds, still not looking up. “Tupperware.”
You recognize the tactic immediately: Testing obedience.
So, with an amused smile, you slowly enter her secluded space, taking out 2 Tupperwares in the fridge, like she said.
Right after you close the door,
“You think this is a game, Doctor?” You feel her hot breath at the back of your neck.
Her hands began roaming to your hips, grabbing firmly and pulling you flush with her crotch.
“I think you enjoy playing one,” you softly moaned.
Leaning back to her touch. “Honey–”
“The prisoners have been testing me all morning...” She started lifting your blouse from your trousers and immediately grazed your stomach, releasing a sigh of relief as she cupped the swell of your breasts.
“I can't stand Fletcher's dumb face, and then I realize I haven't gotten a kiss from my Doctor,” she pinched your nipples.
“And you have been ignoring me.”
The Tupperwares on your hands are now left on the counter. You rotated to face her.
“So that's why you've been acting like this…”
When you faced her, she spent no time unbuttoning your blouse.
Joan is a possessive, jealous, needy lover. And you'd take that over anything else.
“I wasnt ignoring you, Honey.” you tried to reason out with her. But she’s just focused on burying her face on the nook of your neck, lips and teeth finding skin, pressing and nipping, hungry, desperate.
You moan at the way she marks your skin. God, you’ve always liked this side of her. Joan just takes whatever she wants to take. But you're not one to back down so easily.
You cup the back of her head to keep her there, careful not to ruin her perfect bun.
"I just had things to do. And I don't need to inform you about every little thing I do."
She laughs and snaps her head up to look at you. "Don’t need to inform me?"
She hooks her fingers on your pants. "Darling… I know when you come in late. When you leave early. When someone makes you laugh in the hallway."
She flicks your button open and slowly opens the zipper.
"I even know," her teeth scrape gently over your jaw, "when you're wet for me and trying not to show it."
You force yourself to pull back, putting some distance between you as you attempt a smirk.
"So what? Are you pissed because I don't give in to you that easily?”
You arch an eyebrow at her.
She's really pissed off now.
She steps up close again.
“No. I'm pissed…” when you thought she was going to be forceful, she unexpectedly pulled you into a hug that covers your entire body with hers. “Because I haven’t had a taste of you in over a week. And I miss you.”
With that, you pull her for a kiss.
She sucks a nervous breath.
You could never get tired of how soft her lips were and how skilled she is with her tongue. You got an idea to ask her how she learned all that in the future.
“There’s your kiss from your doctor,” you whispered.
It seemed like she’s back to herself again because now she’s taking control of the kiss.
“Baby, you taste so good.”
Pulling your hair back with one hand and the other slipping between your panties, playing with your clit. She stopped her assault on your mouth only to look at her hands slowly dipping inside your warm, silken folds.
“Look at that, honey, you're so wet.”
You both moan as she enters you.
“Joan… love.” She can’t stop but watch your face taken over with pleasure.
She’s relishing the warmth you have around her as you try to balance yourself by wrapping your arm around her shoulders, which she rewarded you with a kiss on the cheek.
“I missed you, darling,” she admits, and you cannot hide it now how skillful she’s being hitting your spot and her thumb circling your clitoris. You said, “I missed you too, baby.”
That seemed to spur her on, you admitting that you missed her, that you need her, Her and only her.
“Say that again,” she demanded sweetly over your ear.
“I missed you,” you said. She sped up her ministrations between your legs.
“I need you.” She’s pistoning her hips along with her fingers now.
“Good fucking girl.” Your folds began clamping down on her fingers. She can feel it.
“Baby, I'm gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you told her, and she bit your shoulder as you squirted on her hands.
You both calm down for a while.
You can't stop peppering her face with kisses as she brushed back the sweat and hair on your forehead.
Her fingers are still inside you,
feeling your twitches when you both heard a knock on her door.