Always a pleasure

Stephano

Again, I had her right where I wanted her.

As I gazed at Camilla, a sly smile spread across my face, but it faltered as I took in the sight of her. She was different now, and so was I. The memories of our high school days came flooding back, but I was quickly snapped back to reality by the sight of her fit and toned body. She was no longer the fat pulp I once knew.

Those curves were distracting, to say the least. They seemed to call to me, drawing my eyes in with an otherworldly pull. I found myself taken by the way her hips swelled. My eyes roamed over her face, staying on the curves of her lips, so plump and inviting, perfect for kissing. 

I took a step back, my eyes never leaving hers, and smiled again. "I'm glad you're scared," I said, taking another step back. "I'm glad you're afraid of me."

Her eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought she might try to run. But then she seemed to think better of it, and her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Good," I said. "You should be afraid. You should be very afraid.”

My arms, which had caged her in, now fell to my sides, but my eyes remained fixed on her. I could hear her ragged breathing, feel the warmth of her exhales dancing across my neck. She was scared, just as I had wanted her to be. Perfect.

Her back was still pressed against the wall, her eyes darting everywhere except my face. She avoided my gaze, but I could see the fear in her eyes. I smirked, my lips curling up in a slow smile. I loved the way she worried her lip, the way her teeth grazed the plump flesh. It was a tell, a sign of her nervousness.

I took another step back, my eyes never leaving hers. Well, not exactly hers, since she avoided my gaze. But I watched her, studied her every move. I could see the tension in her body, the way her shoulders were hunched, her fists clenched. She was trying to appear strong, but I could see the cracks in her facade.

Oh, that was perfect. Just perfect. 

It would be just like old times, with me in control and her under my influence.

As I gazed into her eyes, my phone suddenly roared to life in my pocket. I slowly pulled it out, my eyes still locked on hers, my gaze burning, allowing her cheeks flush. Her pupils dilated, and I could see the faintest tremble in her lips. 

She glanced towards the corridor. It was empty.

Aha! She saw the distraction as her chance to escape. 

But I was too quick, too smart, too fast!

I swiftly grabbed her waist, my fingers wrapping around her, and spun her back against the wall with a force that left her breathless. Her body arched against mine, her breasts pressing into my chest, and I could feel her heart racing like. I leaned in closer, my face inches from hers, my warm breath dancing across her skin.

Her body crashed into mine, her breasts pressing against my chest, her hips aligning with mine in a way that left little to the imagination. I felt her softness. Those mounds, so gentle against my chest, made me wonder if she wore a bra at all. They felt so natural, so unrestrained, like they were begging to be freed. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, her pulse pounding. I tucked a stray hair behind her ear, my fingers grazing her skin like a caress. "I swear to you, Camilla," I whispered, my voice low and my breath hot against her ear. "Any attempt to run from me, and you're fired." 

Of course, it was a dare for her to try to escape.

I pressed in closer, my body pinning hers against the wall, my lips brushing against her ear in a whisper of a kiss. "You're not going anywhere," I growled.

I could feel her surrender, her body melting into mine like wax. 

As I gazed back at my phone, Isabella's name flashed on the screen. Yeah, yeah, I knew I had to answer it. But my thumb just lay there, unmotivated. We were supposed to grab lunch today. Again. I'd bailed so many times, it was becoming a habit. And today wasn't going to be any different. I had a meeting. 

Because, of course, I did. 

I let out a half-hearted sigh and declined the call, my eyes drifting back to Camilla's still-frightened face. I'd have to come up with some excuse later.

Maybe. If I remembered. Meh.

My fingers pressed into her waist, and I could feel her squirming beneath my touch, her body tensing like a coiled spring. "Let me go," she whispered, her voice trembling.

I chuckled, my thumb tracing the outline of her lips with a gentle caress. "Shhh, Camilla," I whispered. "Now, listen carefully. Here's how this is going to work."

I pulled out my phone and schedule, pressing them into her trembling hands like a sacred offering. "I'll go in there for the meeting, and you'll stay here, with my phone and my schedule.”

As I pressed the schedule to her chest, my hand dallied, and my fingers brushed against her chest. She gasped, her eyes flashing. I loved the way she trembled.

"You'll stay here and keep an eye on things," I continued, my breath hot against her ear. "And if anyone asks, you'll tell them I'm busy. Very busy."

I leaned in closer, my lips whispering against her ear. "And if you try to escape, Camilla... Well, let's just say I have ways of dealing with that."

Her body shuddered beneath mine, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. Trapped, scared, and completely at my mercy. 

This was going to be fun.

As I stepped back, my chest slowly peeled away from hers, rising with a sudden intake of breath. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with each gasp.

I straightened my suit, adjusting my tie and jacket, my eyes darkening.  

****

The meeting had been a success, and I had shaken hands with my partners, sealing the deal. Now, it was time to focus on more enjoyable matters - specifically, Camilla.

I had left her waiting in the waiting area, and I wondered if she had been patient or if she had grown restless. 

Had Camilla disobeyed me and left her post? Or had she remained obediently in place, like the good little assistant she was? I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of finding out.

As I walked down the hall, the sound of giggles and soft chatter reached my ears. It was unmistakable; my new staff couldn’t help but admire me. I could feel their eyes lingering, practically undressing me. One of them had the nerve to throw me a wink, a bold little thing, clearly testing boundaries. I raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Audacious, I thought. In any other setting, I’d have enjoyed putting her in her place - teach her a lesson in what happens when you toy with fire. Maybe I’d even take her to the brink, fuck her senseless, and then fire her just as quickly. I never gave anyone the chance to fuck and tell, after all.

But this office? No. This time, I was playing by different rules. No messy entanglements. I was keeping a clean slate. At least, that was the plan, as long as Isabella kept up her end of the bargain and satisfied my urges. If she played her role right, we’d both be fine. But, at the moment, I had more interesting things on my mind. Camilla, for instance.

I scanned the waiting area. And there she was, sitting exactly where I had left her. 

"Good girl," I said.  "You stayed put."

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see the fear in her body, the way she was poised on the edge of her seat, ready to flee at a moment's notice.

But she didn't. She stayed right where she was, 

Again, I had her exactly where I wanted her.

Camilla scrambled to her feet, backing away from me, trying to create some distance, but I just kept coming, my eyes locked on hers, my smile growing wider. I could hear the sound of others leaving the conference room, the rustling of papers, but I didn't care. I was focused on Camilla, my prey.

"Ah, Camilla. Always a pleasure."

“That took long enough,” she spat.

"Are you complaining, Camilla?" I asked, like a parent scolding a child. "I thought you were happy to serve me."

She looked around nervously, aware that people were watching. Yeah, yeah. I had to be careful, but I couldn't resist tormenting her just a little bit more.

"I'm just trying to do my job," she said.

"Ah, yes," I said, my voice like a slow-moving river. "Your job. Which includes making sure I'm happy, doesn't it?"

"Well, Camilla," I said. “I think you're doing a great job. Really great."

I leaned in close, my breath fanning against her ear. "Keep it up, and you might just find yourself getting a raise."

I was standing extremely close to Camilla, our bodies almost touching, which could have given the wrong impression to anyone who saw us. Camilla seemed nervous and was stuttering, but I silenced her by placing my finger on her lips and whispering "shhh". 

As the goddess would have it, a voice called out before I could continue,

"Steffy-bear!" 

I halted, letting out a frustrated groan. Only one person ever called me that. 

Isabella.