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Mr. Pierce was tall, broad shouldered, marvelously handsome. If he hadn’t been working in finance, he could have been a model. It was hard to look into his eyes without getting lost in them.
But there was something hard in them. I was outmatched, but I didn’t know what, if anything, I could do about it.
He got up from his chair and went over to the door, which he locked. My heart started thudding loudly in my chest. I almost thought someone was knocking.
“I wonder how far you would go,” he said. “I’m sure you’re used to your body getting you out of trouble. I’m sure you never imagined it getting you stuck deeper into the mess you made.”
I stood up straight. “I never meant to imply anything. I’ll just… leave now…”
But he stood in front of the door blocking my exit.
“I’ll let you keep working here,” he said. “Provided you can find some way to satisfy me.”
So we were playing that game. I moved closer to him, putting my hands on his chest and a warmth rising in my pussy when I felt the muscles underneath his shirt. Never before had I wanted a man so badly. I began to move my hands lower, to the belt buckling his pants, but he stopped me.
“You’ll have to do a lot more than that,” he said.
“Well, what is it then?”
“Are you willing to completely submit to me? Take a moment to think about it. You don’t want to rush in to this sort of decision.”
Looking into his eyes, feeling the heat from his body, it took every ounce of strength I had not to jump in his arms and beg him to take me right there. I never wanted anyone so badly. But I had a feeling that whatever he wanted from me was something I wasn’t ready to give.
Still, I said, “Yes.”
A wicked grin spread across his face. He took off his belt and I wanted to ask him what the big deal was since I was willing to do that earlier. But then he told me to hold out my arms.
I did so and he grabbed my wrist and whirled me around so he was binding my hands together behind my back. He pushed me down to my knees and sat down in a chair, telling me to crawl over to him.
“Go on,” he said, nodding at his growing erection. “Do what you came here to do.”
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