Trying to get any information out of you

Mr. Garrett leans closer, his gaze raking over your body. "I want you to tell me everything Tyson's ever said to you in confidence," he whispers, his thumb now circling your clitoral area. You moan softly, the pleasure mixing with the fear. "Every little detail, every whispered secret." He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "And I'll make it worth your while."

You play along, your voice a sultry purr. "What's in it for me?" You ask, arching your back to give him better access. His hand moves to your waist, his fingers tracing the curves of your body.

"A taste of power," he murmurs, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "The kind of power that comes from knowing you can bring a man like Tyson to his knees."

You bite your lip, considering his words. You know Tyson's secrets could be dangerous, but the allure of power is too tempting. "And what do you plan to do with this information?" You ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

Mr. Garrett chuckles darkly. "That's for me to know and you to find out," he says, his hand moving to caress your cheek. "But I promise, it'll be worth your while." His thumb continues to circle your small clitty cock, and you feel yourself getting harder, the excitement building. You know you're playing a dangerous game, but the thrill is too much to resist. "But first, let's make sure you're ready to talk," he says, his voice dropping to a growl. He pushes you back onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. "I want to see you cum for me, Harl. Then we'll talk business."