Not how you expect

Jimmy's dark eyes look at you, boring into you as you kneel at his feet in supplication. You feel the flutters in your belly, the heat in your pussy, and you look for indication that you've spurred his interest.

The flutters grow as he rises to his feet, his eyes holding you pinned to your knees, waiting for his judgement, a feral part of you wanting him to take you, use you hard, fuck you like the maddened little animal you're becoming. You watch him approach you, your mouth open, your lips wet, your breathing deep. He stands before you, silently looking down at your submissive body, his eyes holding you like a mouse trapped by a snake.

You know that you will submit to anything, do anything, perform any act of depravity that he commands. Your fluttering belly and dampening pussy tell you that your body has already submitted, only some last corner of your mind remains your own.

He reaches under his suit jacket, and for the first time you see him smile. A cold and merciless grin of impossibly white teeth that widens as he pulls a gun out of his belt and presses it against your temple, cocking it as he does.