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"but that's just it, mr. wheeler. you're not paying me for sex, you're paying me for my discretion. your money isn't what makes me wet, sir. your money is just what ensures i don't run and tell the tabloids about how hard you make me come."
she...
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through the sheer fabric of her black bra, he gazed at the diamond piercings on her nipples.
"fuck," he swore beneath his breath.
el smirked as she shrugged the open cropped blazer off her shoulders and tossed it onto his desk. she held out a freshly manicured hand, adorned with crimson red nails. "let's relocate to somewhere more comfortable," she suggested, glancing at the sitting area in the corner of his office where the two walls of glass intersected.
he couldn't deny her, not with her tits winking at every reflection of light right in front of his face. "lead the way, miss brenner." he didn't take her hand, but he stood up and gestured for her to walk before him.
she shook her head in amusement but strutted toward the sitting area, comprised of one leather black couch, two matching chairs beside it, a glass coffee table, and a white rug so bright she was sure it'd never been walked on.
he dropped down onto the couch, raising a brow when she remained standing. "so, what's it going to be, mr. wheeler?"
"i'm sorry, i don't think i understand the question," he responded, flitting his eyes down her figure.
the brunette shuffled on her heels, stepping into the space between his spread legs. "hm, see i think you do, but i'm nice so i'll explain to appease you. i'm asking you what you want from me, and how you want it. you've seen my lists, but i need to know what on those lists applies to you. in order for me to meet your sexual needs, we need to establish a dynamic."
he considered her for a moment before leaning back and resting one of his arms along the back of the couch. "then by all means, establish one," he quipped, trying to ignore the deliciously sweet and floral scent of her that was wafting his way.
her nostrils fluttered a little just before she accepted his little challenge and pulled her tight skirt up her thighs a bit so that she could straddle his lap. "you're gonna make me figure you out myself, aren't you?" he just stared up at her, unimpressed. "mm, that's ok. mysteries were my favorite book genre as a kid. you know, before i discovered erotica."
he didn't budge. "then solve me, miss brenner."
she tilted her head, reaching her hand up to brush some well-groomed curls off his forehead. "mm, well, most men like you, men that run high-profile companies responsible for thousands of jobs and decisions, they just can't take it. it gets to be too much for them. they've got too much control over too many things and too many people, so sometimes they need someone who will take it away. they need someone who will control them. they need to be dominated," she explained softly, watching mike's facial expressions closely. "but not you, huh? you don't want me to be your mistress, do you? no, you don't, and you definitely don't want me to be your mommy, do you my sweet puppy?" she taunted, tugging at his hair to tip his head back. "you don't like this. you don't like me talking down to you. because you need that control, yeah? you always need control."
