You pretend to flirt and get more information for yourself

You lean back on the bed, feigning submission as you glance at Mr. Garrett through hooded eyes. "What kind of secrets could I possibly know?" You ask, your voice a seductive purr, hoping to keep him talking. His hand slides further up your thigh, his thumb now stroking the base of your cock gently. You suppress a shiver, focusing on the game at hand.

Mr. Garrett leans in, his breath warm against your skin. "You know more than you think," he murmurs, his hand moving up to cup your balls. "Tyson's been careless around you. I'm sure you've picked up on some things." His fingers massage you lightly, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning.

You decide to play along, arching your back slightly. "Maybe," you whisper, playing coy. "But I'm not one to kiss and tell." His eyes darken, and you know you've got him hooked.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his other hand reaching up to squeeze one of your nipples. "But remember, I own you tonight. And I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want." His grip on your cock tightens, and you gasp, unable to hide your reaction.

You nod, playing the role of the eager, submissive prize. Inside, your mind races, planning how to use this situation to your advantage. You'll get the information, and then you'll decide what to do with it. For now, you'll let him think he's in control. "What do you want from me?"