You want him to make you.

Your arms press against your expansive chest as you bring your hand up to nervously bite down on a finger. You shake your head 'no', your smooth hips swaying as you step backwards, your long, loose hair tickling the curves of your ass with each retreating step. Your nerves are real, but your coy smile gives away the pretence of your defiance. You come to press your back against the door, your bare skin shielded from the cold wood by your luscious curtain of hair as you press flat against it, thrusting your chest outward as you revel in your lack of escape. The grin on Mr Williams' face as he growls and strides towards you makes you shiver.

Despite the size of the room, Mr Williams is on you in only a few strides. He looms over you and the genuine fear you feel in that moment only increases your excitement. One of his hands tears your own away from your face before the other snatches up the tails of your red tie. Using it as a leash he pulls you towards the centre of the room, forcing you to stumble after him as you lose balance in your narrow heels. When he abruptly comes to a stop you can't help but collapse into him, your bare breasts crushing into his naked muscles and you find you don't want to move. With a small moan you press closer, enjoying the feel of your soft body against Mr Williams' powerful form, your slender arms beginning to wrap around him and caress him. It's cut short, however, as Mr Williams tears you away and spins you around to face the first camera. The hand that was pulling your tie moves to your neck, the arm nestling between your breasts as he holds you tight. Your wrap your slender fingers around his muscled arm as best you can and pull, your meek effort only encouraging him to squeeze tighter. You can hardly breathe and as a result grind your ass back against him in pleasure.

"Take a good look at yourself," Mr Williams is speaking to the camera, speaking to the future you who will watch this. "Look at this beautiful body, look at the fine young woman you have grown into," his free hand roams your body, squeezing your breast, stroking your stomach, teasing your hip... you want to lean into all of it but his crushing grip keeps you well in place. "Look at these last moments when this body belonged to you."