Your face card lets me know I’ll get away with it [NC]

Honestly you looked good. Going for the bad bitch professional vibe, tight fitted pantsuit. Right fabrics, right curves, right cut. From the head down, you nailed it.

Until I take one look at the expression on your face. Couldn’t explain why but all it took was one look to know that you’d fold like a house of cards. I decided to test my theory and knocked over an empty water bottle behind you. You nearly jumped out of your outfit. Face flushed and embarrassed as we made eye contact knowing full well I just saw you jump. Then you silently turned around getting more red.

Gotcha. I didn’t even say anything. Just locked us in the room together and enjoyed how you locked up in turn. The meekest little please no squeaking out of your mouth as my hands started over your body. Groping and molesting you as I strip you just enough to use. Bent over a desk, I get some blackmail for later. After all, how am I supposed to resist having an object of my own at the office?

Don’t worry, I’ll have you thank me for the trouble I’m going through after each use.