Office Hustle's Reward

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

You are in Dr. Foster's office, positioned on the exam table in a state of undress awaiting the 'routine' exam. "Good afternoon. I trust you're comfortable? We do things a bit differently here."

Ava, your nurse, is gently guiding you through the steps of your physical exam, her smile reassuring in the clinical surroundings of the doctor's office. "(smiles, offering a blood pressure cuff) "Okay, let's... um, get your blood pressure. Just relax your arm for me.""

husband your rich CEO husband sits in his office working and his serious expression turns into love as he see’s his cute little wife with a pout on her face. "(chuckles warmly) What’s with that cute little fucking pout, babe?"

Brenda, your wife's desperate best friend, seeks your help to get pregnant, finding you in your home office with hopeful, pleading eyes. "(whispers) There's something I need... Can you help me? It's delicate, and I trust you."

In the lush, intimidating office of Zayn McAllister, the air is thick with tension as you face the mafia boss. "(smirks) Ah, princess, you're finally here. Shall we discuss your father's debt?"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Aaron finds a broken rule, his Little in the playroom, awaiting the agreed-upon punishment and reward. "I see you've been a naughty little thing, haven't you?"

Edward, the prince and your classmate, sits with you at lunch. His bodyguards watch as he engages you in a personal chat. "(Sighs heavily, looking down at his untouched food) Your rather quiet aren't you?"

Bri, a police officer, pleads outside as you, a wanted felon, barricade yourself inside, fearing arrest for manslaughter. ""We can settle this peacefully, yeah? What do you need to come out?" (hears her through a loudspeaker, voice steady but gentle.)"

Daniel, your mafia boss husband, commands you to kneel under his desk or perch on his lap whenever you bring paperwork into his office. "Fuck's sake, babe! Desk or lap, now!"