The talking continues

Maria let out a painful shriek. Anybody would. The twist was at least 90 degrees. And shockingly fast. Nipples weren't meant to be manipulated that roughly and that violently.

Except for hers. From now on.

It was a fascinating thing to watch. There was true confusion on her face for three seconds, then it just disappeared. She was back to the icy psychopath she was. It was like it never even happened.

Damn. That was fun. Let's do it again.

"I can't accept that, Maria. I only want Gloria."

She leaned into her desk, getting closer to me, trying to look as menacing as possible.

"I said. No. Never."

This time it was the other nipple. She managed to get a good grip of it through her clothes, and another sharp, painful twist.

"OUCH!" Another blood-curdling shriek. This time she really held on the pinch, the fingers not willing to let go.

Both of her nips must've felt really raw and mangled by now.

I tried my best not to laugh. The way she was trying to look so menacing, yet unknowingly being my bitch... It was both funny and exciting. Both of her nips were hard as rock now after that hard ****. They peaked unashamedly through her clothing.

I wondered how long I could keep doing this?

"Then we don't have a deal."

Her frustrated expression slowly twisted into what can only be described as an evil smirk.

"You seem to think you have some negotiating power here, Jack." She picked up a sharp letter-opener from her desk, and played around with it threateningly. "Honestly, you are very lucky to be breathing."

Fuck. She still managed to scare when she truly wanted.

Maybe give up on this one? Just take the money?

...It would probably take a long while before I met with Gloria again. Damn. Just when I was making fun progress with her.

And there was no denying the fact that this was an excellent method of torturing Maria, and make her give up even more points.

...

I still had an ace in hole here. I shouldn't be afraid of using it.

This thing with Maria was no normal fight. It was war. I couldn't give her any concessions unless that was literally the only choice I had. I felt like she would take lead and then never give it back.

And realistically, how long can I keep up this FBI lie? I needed to conquer Maria before she found out the truth, and still had enough independence to do something about it.

I pulled up my phone, and placed it on her desk. She looked at me quizzically.

"Well, it's not 2PM yet, but I think I should give the feds a call right now. Yeah. I think I have a lot of news to tell them."

She leaned back. Yes, I was playing hardball. Would she flinch?

She stared into my eyes for 10 seconds. I didn't blink. This is what she did. She constantly tried to read my poker face.

That's fine. My poker face was a pretty good one.

"Go ahead then. Call them."

...Oh. She called my bluff...

...

Well, did she really though? Maybe she just wanted to see how far I would go with this.

I couldn't back down now.

"Fine. Remember. You wanted this."

"Stop bitching and call them already."

...Fine, bitch. Game on.

"And put them on speakerphone."

Yeah yeah. I expected that.

I was typing Maddy's number on the phone now.

"You don't have the number saved?", she asked.

"Of course not. You think my address book should have an entry named 'FBI agent'?"

Luckily, I had thought that far already. She let the issue go.

Please, God, Maddy, don't forget what we talked about this morning.

The phone was ringing now. The silence in the room was palpable.

Finally, she picked up.

"Mr. Dingle? What is it?"

Okay, that sounded promising.

"Hey, Lori. I needed to call you right now."

"Yes? What is it?"

Good. She sounded very professional. I think she was getting into the role. I shot a glance at Maria. She was showing no emotion.

I don't think my poker face had anything on her poker face. She was a tough bitch who had gone through multiple high-stakes negotiations. I was just a lucky pervert with an app. She knew how to make her opponents sweat. But then again... What was I willing to do here, exactly? If I took this thing too far, I would lose all the leverage on her. And she would find out the whole thing was a lie. And then I was truly dead.

Fuck. I think I made a mistake.

It was too late to turn back.

"Mrs. Diamanti did something to me... yesterday. And you need to know about it."

Still nothing on Maria's face. In fact, the opposite. She just leaned further back, acting all relaxed.

I knew it was an act. But damn she was good at it.

"Okay... What did, um, Mrs. Diamanti do?"

I could hear Maddy was a little confused. Didn't matter now.

I stared at Maria. I was signaling to her, that this was it. I was about to tell the feds about the whole thing.

She just smiled.

Motherfucker.

I don't think I had the guts to do this.

We were both lunatics standing in front of a speeding train, waiting for the other one to chicken out first.

It was probably going to be me.

It's kind of hard to explain what happened after that.

My instincts kicked in.

For some reason, for no logical reason, I just knew that if I gave up on this one, I would lose everything.

It made no sense. This was good place for a retreat.

But my instincts hadn't betrayed me so far.

This was a huge gamble.

Fine, you crazy, you arrogantly smirking bitch.

I was crazy too.

You just had no idea how crazy yet.

"Mrs. Maria Diamanti tied me to-"

She had the reflexes of a panther. Before I knew what happened, her finger made contact with the red 'hang up' button. The phone call was over.

After I realized what had just happened, I looked up smugly.

I won.

Maria put both of her hands into a fist and leaned into them. She had a contemplative look. As a loser would.

"...You do realize, that I have to call back right away?", I said, grinning like the cheshire cat.

She sighed.

"Here are the rules. You and Gloria are allowed to date. Only date. Only normal stuff. ...There ...will be a ...chaperone." (MARIA: +7SP) (-67SP) Maria began softly moaning before she could finish listing her rules. There was intense sexual pleasure running through her again. She gripped the desk and had to even shake her head a little bit. Her eyes were fully closed now, and her gorgeous, black mane flew from side to side like she was trying to wash this feeling away. One of her hands was desperately trying not to squeeze her fleshy tits. She was panting hard again. It was quite the sight.

Too bad I couldn't fully focus on it. I was thinking about her terms.

Fine. Sounded boring.

But hey, these days I had a knack of making boring things fun.

"Okay. But I want that that date tomorrow. Tomorrow evening. And Gloria to work here again, as an intern. Like things used to be."

She really, really didn't want to take any more orders from me. But my requests weren't unreasonable.

"Fine. Fi-NE!" (MARIA: +3SP) (-64SP) Her other 'fine' ended in a high note, as she got another small jolt of pleasure. She wasn't a fan of these yet, as she had to bang her fist on the desk to get back the control of her body again. Still, the red hue on her face and the hard breathing weren't going anywhere.

"Good. Then we have a deal."

I considered shaking her hand, but I was afraid I wouldn't get my arm back safely.

I dialed 'Lori' again.

"Wait, what... are you going to say...?", she said through her aggravated panting.

"Don't worry."

Maddy picked up.

"Mr. Dingle? What is it? We got cut off, I believe."

"No, it's nothing. I just wanted to tell you that Maria really tied me to my workdesk here. She expects results from me, so that is going to take most of my time for a couple of days."

Maria's breathing calmed down. I shot a playful grin at her.

"Oh, okay. Um... is there... anything else, you... wanted, sir Dingle?"

Fuck. Fuck. Maddy said that phrase sexily. Her voice was a little breathy and the pauses were sensual.

Even Maria raised an eyebrow.

Damn, fuck. Why did I have to play around and make her think this was supposed to be some sexy roleplay?

Wait, Maddy, the lesbian, my forever-crush, was making sexy roleplay with me?

...

No, focus, Jack! I'll return to this later.

"No thanks, nothing right now, bye!" I said and hung up the call quickly.

Yeah. I could see it from Maria's face. Her suspicion was raised now.

"Well, Maria, I believe we have a partnership. Now if you don't mind, I'll return to my work. Just tell me what time to meet Gloria tomorrow. Oh and give some of that fake info I can pass on."

With that, I got up. But it wasn't going to be that easy.

"Jack, stop," she said coldly.

I turned around slowly.

"Let me see your call-log."

My call-log?

...

Oh, right. My story was that I called FBI every day at 2PM.

Which the call-log wouldn't show.

No, it just showed my multiple calls to Gretchen. Which was a little odd, even though she was my boss.

I panicked. What, what do I-

I was interrupted by the sound of a slap.

Maria's own hand had connected with her face. Her whole head got turned around by the **** of it. A red mark was already growing on her cheek.

Oh right, she was now scheming against me. This was her painful punishment for that.

Maria was quickly rubbing her glowing cheek and forgetting that even happened. While she was distracted, my fingers were working in light-speed.

I deleted my call-log.

"Show it to me now, Jack," she said threateningly, as her head returned back to face me.

"Well, I could, but that's sort of pointless. The feds told me to wipe it every day, in case I got compromised."

I showed her the empty log.

"Wait, where's the call that happened just now?"

"Oh I just deleted it immediately. A **** of habit."

She was angry. Very angry.

"Go," she said defeatedly.

I was about to leave the office. Then I remembered something.

Should I say it?

...Sure.

Let's have fun with this one too.

"Hey, when your goons picked me up, I had a backpack."

She had most likely looked inside it. She had seen the riding crop, towel, dildos, and various other BDSM equipment I had there. They were quite painful instruments. And quite expensive. Her look left me no doubt that she knew what I was talking about.

"I sorta need it back."

"Leave now or I strangle you myself", she said, and finished with off with another, nice, painful slap on her face. The other cheek this time.

I had to smile.

I left the office quickly. I was done pushing my luck for the day.

But she would hand that pack to me eventually. And I was going to make it humiliating.