Yes, you do.

You couldn't help yourself after being around this powerful individual. You were in the moment.

"Tyson's planning a big score," you say, your voice strained as you try to concentrate on his questions. Mr. Garrett's hand is relentless, his thumb teasing your little cock while his finger fucks you. The sensation is overwhelming, and you're losing track of the game you're playing." He's going after the Damion family. It's a risky move, but he thinks it'll pay off." Your words are punctuated by gasps and moans, your body responding to his touch in a way you can't control.

Mr. Garrett's eyes gleam with predatory satisfaction, and his pace quickens. "Good girl," he purrs, his breath hot against your skin. "Tell me more. I need to know everything." His fingers press deeper, his thumb circling the sensitive head of your cock. You bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan.

"Tyson's got a plan," you say, your voice shaking as you struggle to maintain focus. "But it's dangerous. If he gets caught, he'll be finished." Your words are a mix of truth and lies, your mind spinning as you try to navigate the treacherous waters.

Mr. Garrett's eyes darken, and his grip on your cock tightens. "Don't worry about Tyson," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. "He won't know what hit him when I'm done." His fingers curl inside you, his thumb pressing down on your little cock, pushing you to the brink of orgasm. "If this information isn't true, I hope you know that your life won't be the only one in jeopardy. You understand me, Harl. I'm a man of my word." You nod, your eyes locked with his as he continues to work you over. "Now cum," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.

You feel the pressure building, your body coiling like a spring ready to snap. You can't hold back any longer, and with a strangled moan, you cum, the orgasm washing over you like a wave. Your little white cock explodes, the cum spurting onto Mr. Garrett's hand and your stomach. He watches you intently, drinking in every moment of your pleasure and humiliation.

You lay there, panting and spent, your body tingling from the aftershocks. His drench hand finds your lips, and you obediently lick it clean, the taste of your own cum salty on your tongue. Mr. Garrett smiles, his eyes cold and calculating. "Good girl," he whispers, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "We'll see if this information is good. Because if not, I'm not just going to kill you; I'm also going to take out those little friends of yours. Now I'm going to make a call."

The threat hangs heavy in the air as he leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. You're left alone, your thoughts racing and your body still tingling from the orgasm. You've given up small secrets, and you know that no matter what happens next, you can't turn back.

You lie there, trying to catch your breath and clear your head. Your body is still humming from the intensity of your orgasm, but the threat of Mr. Garrett's words looms over you like a dark shadow.

You're not sure how much time has passed when the door opens again and Garrett walks in, a smirk on his face. Your heart skips a beat as you sit up, your body tensing in anticipation of what's to come. His eyes are leering at your naked frame with wildness that you have never seen before. He slowly stepped closer.