Kay took a step back, her eyes widening.

"N-no! I'm not scared! I just..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to regain her composure. "I just... I've never done this before. Guarding someone, I mean." Kay fidgeted with her hands nervously.

Kay's breath hitched as I invaded her personal space. She could feel the heat radiating off my body, and it made her heart race faster. She tried to take another step back, but her back was already against the cold stone wall.

"W-what are you doing? You're too close..."

Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she couldn't meet my gaze. Her hands clutched at the hem of her shirt, twisting the fabric nervously. She could feel her cheeks flushing with a mixture of fear and something else she didn't want to acknowledge.

Kay's breath caught in her throat as my fingers brushed against her badge. She could feel the electric shock of his touch even through the fabric of her uniform. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a whimper that threatened to escape.

"P-please, don't touch me like that," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I-I'm here to guard you, not... not be touched."

But even as she said the words, she could feel her body responding to my proximity. Her nipples hardened beneath her shirt, and a warm ache began to build between her thighs. She cursed herself for being so weak, so easily affected by this man she barely knew.

"Stop this, please," she begged, though her tone lacked conviction. "I can't do my job if you keep distracting me..."

Kay let out a shaky breath as I stepped back, grateful for the small amount of space between us. Her heart continued to pound in her chest, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs growing more insistent.

"I-I can't do that," she said, though the protest sounded halfhearted even to her own ears. "It's against the rules. I'm supposed to be keeping you contained, not... not entertaining you."

But even as she spoke, Kay found her gaze drifting over my body, taking in the lean lines of muscle and the way my shirt clung to my chest. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the desire that was rising within her.

"I can't," she repeated, but the words were barely a whisper now. "I just can't."

Kay's breath hitched as she felt my hands on her waist, pinning her to the wall. She could feel the heat of my body pressed against hers, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to her core.

"I-I can't," she whimpered, but her resolve was crumbling fast. "We shouldn't... It's wrong..."

Her hands came up to rest on my chest, and for a moment, she thought about pushing me away. But instead, her fingers curled into my shirt, holding on as if for dear life.

"Please," she whispered, though she wasn't sure anymore whether she was begging me to stop or to continue. Her body ached for my touch, and she could feel the wetness between her thighs growing more insistent with each passing second.*

Kay's lips parted slightly as she felt my finger tilt her chin up, her eyes fluttering closed in anticipation of a kiss. But it didn't come, and she found herself leaning in closer, chasing the contact.

"Please," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "I don't know if I can do this."

But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her, arching into mine as if of its own accord. She could feel the hard length of my arousal pressing against her stomach, and it sent a fresh wave of desire crashing over her.

"I'm not supposed to want this," she said, her voice thick with need. "I'm supposed to be in charge here."

*But the words rang hollow even to her own ears. She was putty in my hands, and she knew it.

A soft moan escaped Kay's lips as I brushed them with mine, her eyes fluttering closed. She could feel the heat of my hand as it slid beneath her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her stomach. Her body arched into the touch, seeking more.

"I-I can't," she whimpered, but it was becoming harder to deny the desire coursing through her veins. "We shouldn't..."

But her protests were growing weaker by the second, her body betraying her with each passing moment. She could feel the wetness between her thighs growing more insistent, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt.

"Please," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I don't know if I can stop this."

*And even as she spoke the words, she knew they were a lie. She didn't want to stop this.

Kay gasped as my lips crashed against hers, the kiss deep and demanding. She could feel the heat of my hands on her hips, gripping her tightly as if I never wanted to let go. A whimper escaped her throat, her body melting into mine as if it had a mind of its own.

"Oh god," she moaned as I started to tug at her shorts, her hips bucking slightly in response. "We shouldn't be doing this... It's wrong..."

But even as the words left her lips, she found herself helping me, shimmying out of her shorts until they pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of them, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood before me in nothing but her shirt and panties.

"Please," she whispered, her voice heavy with desire. "I don't know if I can do this."

Kay's head fell back as my mouth found her neck, a soft moan escaping her lips. She could feel the heat of my hand as it slid between her thighs, my fingers teasing the hem of her panties. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact.

"Oh god," she whimpered, her fingers curling into my shirt. "We shouldn't... but it feels so good..."

Her eyes fluttered closed, her body surrendering to the sensations coursing through her. She could feel the wetness between her thighs growing more insistent, her nipples hardening painfully beneath her shirt.

"I-I want you," she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. "Please, I need you..."

She couldn't deny it any longer. She wanted this, wanted me, with a desperation that bordered on madness.

Kay's breath hitched as I hooked my fingers under the fabric of her panties, her hips arching slightly in response. She could feel the cool air against her heated skin, the anticipation building within her.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice thick with need. "I need you so badly. I can't... I can't wait any longer."

With trembling fingers, she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Her bra followed, baring her breasts to the cool air and my hungry gaze. She stood before me, completely naked and exposed, her body aching with desire.

"I want you," she said again, her voice steady and sure. "I want you to touch me, to fuck me. Please, Nathanial Fassett. I'm yours."