As the prosecutor disappeared down the hall, a familiar face approached with a wide grin. Officer Miller, one of the few guards Ethan actually considered a friend, stepped forward and gave him a playful nudge.

"Look at you, walking around like you own the place. Oh wait, you basically do," said Miller.

"Good to see you, Miller. How's the shift treating you?" said Ethan.

The two started walking toward the Director's office, the heavy clatter of boots echoing as they shared a laugh. Miller leaned in closer, his voice dropping to that conspiratorial tone they used to share back when Ethan was behind bars.

"The shift is fine, but the boss? Man, ever since you left, Hayes has become a complete nightmare. She's demanding, she's irritable, and she's hungry. We've had to start a damn rotation just to keep up with her," said Miller.

"A rotation? Don't tell me you guys can't handle one woman," said Ethan.

"One woman? That's a goddess with an appetite, Ethan! You're a goddamn monster. I don't know how you used to last so long before blowing your load. It takes three or four of us taking turns just to get her to stop screaming for more. We're exhausted!" said Miller.

Ethan burst out laughing, the sound ringing through the cold corridor. "Consistency, boys. Consistency. You need to be more persistent. If you can't keep the rhythm, how do you expect to satisfy a woman like her?" said Ethan.

"Persistent? My legs are shaking after twenty minutes, and she's just getting started! Look, boss, we know we don't have a piece of hardware as big or as reliable as yours. Do us all a massive favor: before you leave today, go in there and give her the full, deep-cleaning maintenance. Please. We need a few days off to recover," said Miller.

"I'll see what I can do, but no promises. I have a very angry prosecutor to break first," said Ethan.

"Break the prosecutor, then break the Director. Sounds like a productive Tuesday for you," said Miller.

They reached the large oak doors of Director Hayes's office. Miller straightened his cap, still chuckling under his breath.

"In you go, Superman. Try not to break the furniture... again," said Miller.

Ethan shook his head, still smiling, and pushed the door open. The air inside the office was heavy with the familiar scent of expensive perfume and the lingering tension of a woman who was clearly out of patience.

The door opened and Ethan walked in, closing it behind him. "You look like you're in a bad mood," he said.

Hayes looked at him and, without thinking, jumped on him, wrapping her legs around him. "I missed you so much," she whispered. "These idiots really don't know how to please a woman."

Ethan laughed. "Don't be so hard on them," he said, putting his hands on her hips. "No one is like me."

The talking was over. Ethan took her to the desk, sweeping the papers to the floor. He laid her on her back, spread her legs, and entered her in a single, deep, merciless thrust. Hayes screamed. Ethan started to fuck her with a wild rhythm, pushing her against the wood with every thrust.

While he did it, he activated [Erotouch]. His fingers found her erogenous zones and massaged them with perfect precision to maximize her pleasure. He touched her neck, her inner thighs, and her clit, syncing the movements with his thrusts.

Hayes came for the first time, writhing under him. Ethan didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped her over onto the desk, and entered her from behind, this time in her ass.

Hayes's scream was sharper. The anal penetration was relentless, deep. Ethan activated [EroVision]. He saw a map of light on her body, showing every sensitive spot. He saw a golden line along her spine, pulsing points on her neck and ass. With EroTouch, his fingers danced over those spots, multiplying the pleasure to an unbearable level.

She came for the second and third time, almost back-to-back, her body shaking uncontrollably on the desk. Ethan felt her legs give way, so he lifted her, pressing her against the wall. He took her from behind, his rhythm never faltering.

He grabbed his own belt from the floor and quickly tied her wrists behind her back. The feel of the leather on her skin, the total surrender, triggered her fourth orgasm, so powerful her knees buckled.

He took her back to the desk, laying her on her back again, her hands tied beneath her. He entered her again, [EroVision] showed him the exact spot inside her, a blinding point of light. EroTouch let him stimulate her clit and nipples at the same time, each touch an electric shock of ecstasy.

The fifth and final orgasm destroyed her. It wasn't a wave, it was a tsunami. Her back arched, a choked scream escaped her, and her world exploded in white light. She felt every muscle convulse before going completely limp.

When the darkness took her, her body went slack. She passed out.

Ethan finally stopped, breathing heavily. He looked at her, unconscious on the desk, her chest rising and falling slowly, her black skin gleaming with sweat and satisfaction.

Ethan adjusted his clothes, the crisp fabric of his shirt feeling cool against his skin as he straightened his collar. He looked down at Director Hayes, who was sprawled across her desk, her chest still heaving and her eyes glazed over with a mixture of exhaustion and pure bliss.

"I'm going to visit some old friends now. I have a few accounts to settle in the isolation wing," said Ethan.

Hayes let out a soft, shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to gather her senses. She was completely absorbed in the pleasure he had just delivered, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

"Do whatever you want, Ethan... you know this place is yours. Every cell, every guard... me... it's all yours," said Hayes.

She didn't even try to sit up, her head resting on a stack of folders as she watched him with a dazed, submissive smile. She was the Director of one of the toughest prisons in the country, but in this room, she was nothing more than another conquest.

"I'll see you before I leave. Try to get some color back in your face," said Ethan.

He didn't wait for a response. He turned and walked toward the door, his expression shifting back to the cold, lethal mask he wore for his enemies. As he stepped out into the hallway, Miller was leaning against the opposite wall, checking his watch. He took one look at Ethan's smug expression and then at the closed door.

"That was a hell of a long maintenance session, boss. Should I call an ambulance for her, or just a priest?" said Miller.

"Just give her ten minutes to remember how to breathe. Now, take me to cell 4-B. It's time to see if Carter is ready to talk," said Ethan.

Miller chuckled and stood up straight, rattling his keys. "Right this way, sir. He's been crying for hours. I think you're going to enjoy this," said Miller.

The two of them walked down the corridor, leaving the scent of the office behind for the cold, sterile smell of the high-security wing.

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