Lily's Room.

You aren't even given time to process what was said, let alone reply, before Mr Williams pulls you up and off of his desk. You squeak as you come suddenly upright, your legs too weak and shaky to support you right away so you collapse against Mr Williams, your large, naked breasts crushing against his muscled body, your delicate fingers grasping at his shirt as you try to stay upright. Mr Williams' arms encircle you, one reaching down to squeeze your ass, the other winding itself in your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back so he can send your already dizzy mind spinning with another dominating kiss.

You're going to have sex.

"Come with me, Kiddo." Mr Williams gives your ass a quick spank before adjusting his grip, letting you coil an arm around his as he begins to lead you out of his office.

You're going to have sex for the first time ever.

You feel incredibly exposed as you're lead out into the hall. Mr Williams' home is big and isolated, and you haven't seen any servants all day, but you can't help but press closer to the Mayor as you instinctively fear being caught in this state. At the same time you find it exciting. You are utterly ****, shredded down to the accessories that Mr Williams finds most pleasing. Here on his arm in his mansion, your bare ass and breasts jiggling with each delicate step you take you are practically intoxicated by Mr Williams' power.

"Are you nervous, Kiddo?" Mr Williams asks, looking down at your beautiful face, your thrusting breasts. Down at the little girl who used to run screaming through these halls. Down at the young woman he's going to fuck.

"I..." You struggle to put the words together, looking up at him with trembling eyes.

Suddenly you come to a stop in front of a door you remember. It's the same imposing dark wood as the rest of the doors in the house, but it's broken up by the bright, floral name plate that sits in the middle of it. In cheery cherry blossom pink cursive it reads 'Lily's Room'.

"Y-you want to... in Lily's..." You look back and forth between Mr Williams and the door to his daughter's bedroom, images of your previous fantasy tugging at the corner of your mind and supplying a mix of arousal, confusion and guilt.

"Do you have any objections?" He asks with a smile that invites defiance and promises punishment as his free hand reaches out for the door handle.