Standing Hilary in front of the huge desk in the middle of the Office fantasy room, Liam strolled around and sat down behind it, enjoying the way she was already looking shifty and nervous. Although she couldn't quite hide the bright gleam of excitement in her eyes too. Liam was willing to bet that his sweet little submissive was already wet and ready, but she enjoyed the game as much as the actual pleasure of sex.
So did he.
Leaning back in the chair, he placed his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers in front of him. Just beneath the desk was his bag, filled with all sorts of goodies that he could use for tonight, if he chose to. The silent tension between them seemed to increase as he studied her under hooded eyes, making her squirm a bit at his close scrutiny. There was a good chance she was trying to decide whether she should say something, or if that would be considered topping from the bottom and trying to take control of the scene from him.
He gave her a rather dubious look.
"So, Ms. Bryant," he said, drawing out her name with a condescending lilt to his voice. Hilary flushed prettily in response. "You think you can convince me not to fire your father?"
Big eyes widened even further, her lashes fluttering, as she took a deep breath. Her hands dropped down, tugging at her skirt and twitching it between her fingers, making the hem rise and show off the short, frilly layers beneath. Liam's cock twitched, as did the corners of her mouth at her obvious little ploy.
"I hope so, Sir," she said, in a slightly sultry manner. Liam's cock hardened even further. He usually preferred her to use his name, rather than calling him Sir, but when they were role-playing and she did it, his dick always responded. Those long lashes fluttered again as she looked down, ostensibly at his desk, but also towards the region his groin was. "I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement... my father just made a small mistake." Now her voice became even more flirtatious, as she looked back at him from beneath hooded lashes, her tongue darting out to moisten her lower lip. Now his cock was rock hard beneath the desk. Damn but she was a seductive little role-play actress. His honey-girl would never act like this herself, but she loved doing it for him in a scene. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."
"Perhaps I should look at what you're offering before I make my decision. Lift up your skirt."
The excitement evident on Hilary's face nearly made him shake his head. He wasn't sure when she'd started reading these kinds of books on her e-reader, but he hadn't been able to resist taking a peek one evening when she'd left it out. It was obvious where some of her ideas for scenes between them were coming from, but she did seem to have a penchant for ones where the woman offered her body in exchange for something, and then the man took control. Sweet Hilary and her naughty little fantasies. It turned him on.
He nearly groaned when she lifted the skirt - and the ruffles - and he could see that she was wearing ruffled panties underneath. Dammit. Her lower lip trembled as she looked worriedly at his face. No matter how many times they had the talk about her not wearing panties to the club, somehow it was the one order she was never very good about following. Maybe because it was such a harmless one. He shook his head.
"Wearing panties on a seduction? Not great planning, Ms. Bryant. Put your hands on the desk and bend over."
His girlfriend eyed him nervously as he stood, slowly bending forward at the waist.