Master Bedroom.

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. Not as heavy and grand as the office door, but just as imposing to your memories as another place you were not supposed to go. It's the door to the master bedroom, Mr Williams' own room. There's something strangely intimate about that thought, that you'll be having sex in his actual bed, it somehow makes all this more real and your breath hitches for a moment.

"It's okay if you're nervous," Mr Williams opens the door and moves behind you, his large hands settling on your bare shoulders and holding you tight. "You no longer have a choice."

He doesn't whisper those words. He speaks them loud and clear, unafraid to be heard in his own home. You feel as much his property as the bricks and mortar do and it makes you moan and bite down on your lip as you let him push you inside.