Lizzie has no problem taking every ounce of cum I can muster and swallows it without hesitation. She gets up and goes toward the chair on the other side of my desk. She assumes a position of dominance in the chair as though she has all the power in the room.

She may have just sucked my cock, but it’s clear she isn’t willing to concede to me all the power. She knows what she can do to me. And I like it.

“So, tell me,” she starts, “what’s your biggest sexual fantasy?”

“You are,” I utter. All it took was that one question to make my cock rock hard again. I need her to come back around to this side again to get me off.

But I don’t make a move. I want to see where she goes with this line of questioning.

“Bullshit,” she responds.

“It’s the truth,” I say. And I’m only partially lying. Lizzie and I could do missionary for eight hours straight, and I would be 100% satisfied the entire time. She has that effect on me.

“I told you I always wanted a threesome. What’s something you’ve never done but always wanted to?” She leans in a little closer, putting her elbows at the end of my desk. She’s trying to coerce me into telling her, and it’s working.

I suppose from a practical standpoint I have nothing to lose. The Bennet Babe deal is going to go through shortly enough, and soon, Lizzie will work for me. She’ll be working under me, so I should definitely use this opportunity to get her under me one last time…in a different sense.

“I’ve always wanted to do BDSM,” I admit.

Lizzie’s eyes widen, and she lets out a single, “Wow.” She continues, “I would’ve assumed if a guy like you wanted to do BDSM, you’d have no shortage of volunteers.”

“I suppose I’m not completely honest when I say I’ve never done it before,” I say. I take out a bottle of scotch I save in the cabinet under my desk. I also take out two tumblers to pour both myself and Lizzie a stiff drink.

I go on, “I’ve engaged with BDSM with various escorts, but it never felt quite right. Sure, they’re willing to be submissive, but there’s usually a line I’m not allowed to cross. We talk about it beforehand, and she lays out what she’s not willing to do, which to be honest is usually quite a lot. I’ve never experienced true submission.”

I hand Lizzie her glass of scotch, which she promptly drinks. She follows up her sip with a few coughs. She’s probably not used to a drink being this strong. This is 90 proof scotch, and I have to admit, I have to stave off a few coughs myself when I take a drink.

“If I’m going to do BDSM again, I need it to be with someone who truly trusts me and is willing to break down some boundaries,” I continue. Lizzie takes another sip, holding down the coughs. She swirls the drink, seemingly considering my proposal.

This is a big admission for me. I’ve never told anyone, at least anyone who wasn’t an escort, that I enjoy BDSM. It just seems like such a cliché for an excessively wealthy individual like myself to be into weird sex stuff like bondage.

I can’t fully explain the proclivity many rich people have to wanting BDSM. I assume it’s the desire to remain dominant in every aspect of life. It’s not enough for some people to have a great job where they get to boss everyone around and tell hundreds of employees what to do. And it’s not just that, really—you control the utter livelihoods of so many people.

If I wanted to, I could fire everyone who works for me and send them on the streets. I enjoy that kind of power, and I want to bring that power to the bedroom.

“All right, let’s do it,” she says.

“Really?”

“Yes, right here and now. Let’s do it,” she says. She begins to undress in front of me. And I can’t believe I’ve found such a perfect woman.

“Have you ever done this kind of thing before?” While I’m ecstatic to finally indulge in my most carnal desires with Lizzie, I also don’t want to potentially ruin our relationship. This is big, and I need to know if she’s really up for the task.

“To be honest, no,” she says. “But I think it’s only because I’ve never been with a partner I could truly trust. Guys have brought it up from time to time, and I always deny, saying something like, ‘Oh, I don’t know. That sounds really rough.’”

She’s fully naked at this point. Damn it, why don’t I keep my full bondage in the office? Well, I know the reason why, but it’s really a nuisance right in this precise moment.

“And you trust me?” I ask.

“Yes, I am fully and 100% percent yours. You can do whatever you like to me. I won’t resist,” she states. I come around to the opposite end of my office and lock the door. Normally, I don’t have a problem leaving it unlocked when I’m getting my cock sucked by an escort. I actually enjoy the thrill of potentially being walked in on.

But I don’t want anything to ruin this moment.

I walk over to Lizzie and start kissing her bare body, starting with the shoulders and work my way down to her tits.

“If something I do hurts, let me know,” I say.

“No, I’ll do anything,” she responds. “I want this to be completely about you and fulfilling your needs. You let me have the perfect threesome. I want you to do anything you want to me. Do whatever you want. Cum wherever you want on me. I’ll do anything for you.”

I feel like I’ve said this plenty of times before, but I have no problem repeating it. Lizzie is the perfect fucking woman.