The next day, Marinette arrived at the office in an even more revealing outfit, designed to push Gabriel's boundaries further. Gabriel couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked in. He watched as her hips swayed gently with each step, the skirt riding up to give him brief glimpses of her panties. He felt his cock stir in his pants, and he had to force himself to focus on his work. But every time she leaned over his desk, her breasts threatening to spill out of her shirt, he had to clench his fists to keep from reaching out and touching her. The way her skirt clung to her ass, showcasing the perfect curve of her cheeks, had him imagining what she looked like naked.
Marinette was wearing a skimpy red dress that ended just above her knees, with a neckline that dipped dangerously low, showcasing her ample cleavage. The fabric was so thin that it was almost see-through, and every time she leaned over, Gabriel could see the dark shadow of her areolae peeking out from the edge of her bra. She had paired the dress with a garter belt and stockings, the lacy tops of which peeked out from the hem of her skirt. She had chosen a pair of high-heeled sandals that made her legs look even longer and sexier. Gabriel's thoughts were consumed by her. He couldn't focus on his work, his mind filled with images of her spread out on his bed, her legs wrapped around his waist, her cries of pleasure filling the air. He had to get her alone, had to taste her sweetness, feel her warmth surrounding him. His hand slid down to adjust his erection, his thoughts racing with all the things he wanted to do to her.
Marinette's innocent charm was like a siren's call, and he was powerless to resist. He knew that he had to have her, but he also knew that he had to play it safe. He couldn't risk exposing his true feelings, not yet. So he waited, biding his time, watching her every move.
It was during a particularly hectic time that he decided to make his move. He called Marinette into his office, the sound of his voice making her heart race. She had been playing the seductive game so well, but she hadn't anticipated this. She walked in, her hips swaying with each step, her skirt barely grazing her upper thighs, the tightness of her blouse accentuating the swell of her breasts. She looked like a goddess in the making, and he couldn't wait to see what the day had in store.
Gabriel looked up from his paperwork, his eyes darkening as they raked over her body. "Marinette," he began, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine, "I need your assistance with a special project."
He was cut off as his hand reached into a drawer and pulled out a scrap of fabric. "This," he said, holding up the black thong with something metallic attached to the inner side, "is part of a new line we're launching. I need you to wear it today and give me feedback on the fit."
Marinette took the garment, her eyes widening slightly. It was so small, she couldn't imagine it fitting her, but she nodded, eager to please. "Of course, Mr. Agreste," she said, her voice a little too bright. "I'll wear it right away."
Gabriel's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned away, his own thoughts racing. He knew that the thong contained a small, discreet vibrator, one that he could control with a flick of a switch. The thought of her wearing it, of her body reacting to his whims, was almost too much to handle.
Marinette retreated to the bathroom to change, her heart racing. She slipped the thong on, adjusting it carefully. It was snug, the fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. She tugged at the lace, making sure it was in place, not noticing the small device nestled against her pussy. As she smoothed her skirt back down, she caught her reflection in the mirror. The tight blouse clung to her breasts, the lacy bra she wore visible through the thin fabric. Her cheeks flushed as she realized how much of herself she was revealing today, but she pushed the thought aside. This was for the greater good of Paris.
Gabriel's eyes followed her every movement as she stepped out, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the way her skirt clung to her thighs. She was a vision, a tantalizing mix of innocence and temptation that made his blood boil with desire. He could see the effect he had on her, the way her breath hitched when he looked at her, and it only fueled his determination to claim her for his own. Gabriel was excited by the prospect of Marinette wearing the vibrator-thong, knowing the power it would give him over her throughout the day.
Marinette walked back into the office, the thong nestled snugly against her pussy, the metallic attachment pressing into her flesh. She felt a strange, almost electrifying sensation, but chalked it up to the excitement of her mission. She took her seat, her breathing shallow, and began to work. Her skirt was so short that she had to sit with her legs crossed tightly to avoid flashing anyone. The blouse she wore was made of a thin, silky fabric that clung to her chest, and she could feel her nipples hardening under his gaze. She knew that the outline of her panties was visible, the red of the fabric stark against her pale skin. Every time she leaned over to grab a file or a pen, she was acutely aware of the way her skirt rode up, exposing more and more of her legs.
Gabriel's eyes never left her, his gaze lingering on her every curve, his mind racing with the thoughts of what was to come. He waited, biding his time, his hand hovering over the remoote for the vibrator that was now a part of her attire. As Marinette leaned over to grab a pen, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the lacy red top of her thong, he smirked to himself. He knew she was trying to be professional, to keep her composure, but the anticipation was killing him.
Finally, when she was deep in conversation with one of her colleagues, he flicked the switch on the remote, the vibration starting low and steady. Marinette's eyes widened slightly, and she stumbled over her words, her body tensing. She glanced down at herself, her cheeks flaming as she realized what was happening. She clenched her thighs together, trying to muffle the sensation as best she could.
"Is everything all right, Marinette?" her colleague asked, noticing her discomfort.
"Oh, yes," she forced a smile, her voice a little too high. "I just... I think I sat on something."
Gabriel watched, his cock growing harder with each passing moment as she struggled to maintain her professional demeanor. The vibrator was a delicious little tool, and he knew it would drive her wild. He turned it up a notch, watching as she tried to keep her focus. Her breathing grew shallower, her eyes glazed with desire, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Marinette felt like she was going to combust, the vibrations growing stronger with each passing second. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she couldn't help the way her body was responding. She squirmed in her seat, her legs trembling as she tried to keep her compo-sure. She knew that if anyone looked too closely, they would see the arousal painted across her face, the way her chest heaved with each shallow breath.
The thong was a masterpiece of seduction, the fabric so thin that she could feel every pulse of the vibrator, the metal pressing against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. It was a constant reminder of Gabriel's presence, of his control over her, and she hated and loved it in equal measure. She felt like a yo-yo on a string, being pulled back and forth between her duty as Ladybug and her growing desire for the man who was her sworn enemy.
Gabriel watched her with hooded eyes, his hand never straying too far from the remote. He knew that she was trying to ignore the sensations, but he could see the way her body betrayed her. Her nipples were hard and visible through her shirt, the fabric stretched taut over her breasts. He could almost feel the heat radiating from her, the way her skin flushed and her pupils dilate. The power was intoxicating, and he reveled in it.
Marinette's skirt was so short that the slightest movement would expose the top of her stockings, and he knew that every time she felt the cool air hit her bare skin, she was reminded of what was happening. The vibrator was working its magic, turning her body into a taut bowstring of desire. She shifted in her seat, trying to find some relief, but it was a fruitless endeavor. The more she moved, the more the vibrations teased her, the more she was at his mercy.
He waited until she was deep in conversation with a client before turning the vibrator up another notch. Her eyes went wide, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out. Her hand clenched into a fist, her knuckles white with the effort. The fabric of her skirt was pulled tight across her thighs as she squeezed them together, trying to muffle the sound of the vibrator. The sight of her squirming, trying to maintain her composure, was almost too much to bear.
Marinette's breasts heaved with each shallow breath she took, her chest rising and falling with the effort to contain her arousal. The lacy bra she wore did nothing to hide the effect he was having on her, the fabric seemingly painted onto her skin, leaving little to the imagination. Each time she leaned over, the fabric of her shirt would stretch, giving him a tantalizing view of her cleavage. He could see the way her nipples pebbled, the areolae dark and inviting.
The vibrator's hum grew louder in her ears, the vibrations stronger, and she could feel her orgasm building. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning, her eyes darting around the room to ensure no one noticed. Her pussy was soaking wet, the fabric of her panties sticking to her skin. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the hunger in his eyes, and it only made her wetter.
Gabriel's hand hovered over the remote, his thumb poised to press the button. He knew that with one touch, he could send her over the edge, make her scream his name in pleasure. But he resisted, the anticipation building. He wanted her to beg for it, to come to him willingly.
Marinette felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, the winds of desire threatening to push her over. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet it was exhilarating. She knew that she had to keep up the façade, had to play the part of the innocent intern, but it was getting harder and harder with each passing moment. Her legs trembled with the effort to stay upright, her body crying out for release.
The vibrator continued its relentless assault on her senses, the pleasure building and building until she thought she would shatter. She leaned over to hand the client a document, the fabric of her shirt straining across her breasts, giving him an even better view. She could feel her nipples pressing against the fabric, the sensation making her even wetter. She hoped he couldn't see the way her skirt was riding up, the way the thong was soaked through.
Gabriel took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Marinette. He knew that she was close, that she was trying to keep it together, and it only made him want her more. He turned the vibrator off, the sudden silence making her gasp. She looked at him, her eyes pleading, but he only smiled.
"Good work, Marinette," he said, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down her spine. "You're a natural at this."
Marinette's heart raced as she gathered her composure, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the vibrator's touch. She knew that he was playing with her, that he was in control, but she also knew that she had him where she wanted him. She had to keep her wits about her, had to keep playing the game.
"Thank you, Mr. Agreste," she murmured, her voice a little too sweet. "I'm always happy to help."
The tension in the room was palpable as Marinette tried to focus on the task at hand. With each random buzz of the vibrator, her body would respond involuntarily, her breath hitching, her nipples pebbling even further against her thin blouse. The fabric was no match for the hardened peaks, and Gabriel couldn't help but stare, his hunger growing. The way the light reflected off the smooth skin of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts made him ache to touch her, to claim her.
He knew that her skirt was riding up, that she was struggling to keep her legs together. He could see the tops of her stockings, the delicate lace of her thong peeking out, and it was all he could do not to reach out and drag her onto his desk, to feel her body writhing under him. The power he had over her was intoxicating, and he was eager to explore it further.
Marinette's eyes would dart to him every time the vibrator started, a silent plea for mercy in her gaze. But he was relentless, turning it on and off without warning, watching her fight the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. He could see the way her body tensed, the way her breathing grew ragged, and it only made him want her nipples poked through the fabric, the way her panties barely covered her sex.
"Mr. Dupont, here is the file you requested" Marinette managed to say, her voice strained as she struggled not to moan. She leaned over the desk to hand her colleague a folder, her breasts threatening to spill out of her blouse. The vibrator kicked in again, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She felt his eyes on her, watching her every move, and it only made her more aroused.
Marinette's knees almost buckled as the vibrations grew stronger. She could feel her pussy clench around the metal, her juices soaking the fabric. She knew that if she didn't get some relief soon, she would be unable to hide her arousal. She glanced over at Gabriel, her eyes begging for reprieve, but he only chuckled, his gaze dark and hungry.
Gabriel leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he held the remote in his hand. The power was heady, watching her squirm under his gaze, knowing that he was the one causing her such exquisite torment. Suddenly, he turned the vibrator off, allowing Marinette to finally catch her breath.
"Is everything... all right, Marinette?" her colleague Mr. Dupont asked, noticing the sudden tension in her body.
Marinette's eyes darted to Gabriel, who had a smug smirk playing on his lips as he held the vibrator's remote. She took a deep breath and nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Yes, I'm just a little... warm," she replied, her voice strained. The vibrator remained silent, the threat of its activation looming in the air.
"Are you sure, Marinette?" Mr. Dupont questioned, noticing the slight tremor in her hand as she handed him the folder.
"Yes, I'm quite alright," she replied, her voice a tad shakier than intended.
Gabriel's eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched her, his hand hovering over the remote. He clicked the button and the vibrator roared back to life, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. Marinette's eyes widened, and she clenched her thighs together, hoping that Mr. Dupont wouldn't notice the sudden flush that painted her cheeks.
"Is it the... the heat?" he asked, looking at her with concern.
Gabriel took a sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving Marinette as she fought to maintain her composure. The vibrator was a silent, yet powerful, weapon in his arsenal, and he wasn't about to let it go to waste. He watched as her chest heaved with each ragged breath she took, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric of her blouse.
"It's just... the air conditioning," she managed to murmur, her teeth clenched as the vibrations grew stronger. She could feel her pussy clench around the metal, her body betraying her with each pulse of pleasure.
"Perhaps you should take a break, dear," he suggested, his voice concerned.
Marinette nodded, barely able to form coherent thoughts as she made her way back to her desk with Mr Dupont. The vibrator remained on, the relentless buzzing driving her closer and closer to the edge. She sat down with a gasp, her legs quivering as she tried to keep her body still. She glanced over at Gabriel, his eyes dark and intense, and she knew that he was enjoying every second of her torment. He leaned back in his chair, the smug smile never leaving his face as he held the remote in his hand, a silent promise of more to come.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body a live wire of desire. She could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of her skirt, the scent of her arousal filling the air. She was so close, so close to giving in, to letting the pleasure consume her. But she had to hold out, had to keep her secret. She couldn't let him win.
Gabriel's eyes never left her, the smug smile on his face growing wider as he watched her squirm. He knew she was close, could see it in the way her chest heaved, her cheeks flushed with need. He leaned forward in his chair, his hand poised over the remote, the anticipation making him harder than ever before. He was in control now, and he loved every second of it.
Marinette felt the vibrations start up again, the low buzz filling her ears, making it difficult to focus on anything else. She tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke to Mr. Dupont, but her words kept coming out choppy, her mind a whirlwind of sensation. She clutched her skirt tightly in her fists, trying to keep herself from falling apart.
"M-Mr. Dupont, I-I just... need to... go to the bathroom," she stuttered, her legs barely supporting her as she turned to leave.
"Are you sure, Marinette?" he asked, his concern genuine.
"Yes, yes, I'll be right back," she managed to say before practically sprinting to the bathroom. Once inside, she leaned against the wall, her breath coming in ragged pants. The vibrator was driving her wild, the pleasure bordering on pain. She could feel her orgasm approaching, a storm gathering in her core.
Gabriel watched her go, his cock straining against his pants. He knew she was close, could see it in the way her ass swayed as she walked away. He turned the vibrator off, the sudden silence leaving her body trembling. She was his, and he would have her.
Marinette took a few moments to compose herself, her heart racing in her chest. She looked in the mirror, her eyes glazed with desire. Her skirt was riding up, the top of her thong visible, the fabric soaked with her juices. She adjusted her blouse, trying to hide her erect nipples, but it was a futile effort. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture, steeling herself for the battle of wills she knew was to come.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, the vibrator roared back to life, the intensity increasing with each step she took. She stifled a gasp, her legs shaking as she tried to keep her composure. She could feel the fabric of her skirt riding up, exposing her to anyone who looked. The vibrator was a constant reminder of his power over her, a silent promise that she was his to torment whenever he desire.
"Marinette, are you okay?" a concerned colleague asked as she passed by.
"Y-yes," she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just had a bit of... a stomach ache."
The lie tasted bitter on her tongue, but she had to keep her secret, had to keep playing the game. She knew that if she didn't, everything would fall apart. So she took a deep breath and walked back to her desk, her heart racing as the vibrations grew stronger.
Gabriel watched her every move, his eyes hooded with desire. He knew she was close to the edge, and he was eager to push her over. He waited until she was on the phone with a client, her voice professional and calm, before he turned the vibrator up to its maximum setting.
Marinette's eyes went wide with shock, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle her moan. She felt the fabric of her skirt riding up, the cool air of the office brushing against her wet pussy. The vibrator was relentless, sending waves of pleasure through her body that she couldn't ignore. She clenched her thighs together, trying to keep her voice steady as she spoke into the phone.
"I-I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice strained. "Could you hold on for just a moment?" Marinette's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to muffle the moan that threatened to escape. The vibrator was on full blast again, and she could feel the eyes of her colleague burning into her back as she pretended to cough into her hand.
"Marinette, is everything okay?" the colleague's voice was concerned over the phone line.
"It's... it's just... a cough," she choked out, her hand trembling as she tried to adjust the vibrator's intensity. The fabric of her skirt had ridden up even higher, and she was sure that if she turned around, she'd be flashing everyone in the room.
Gabriel sat back in his chair, his eyes locked on her, his smile growing wider with every passing second. He knew she was close, so close to breaking. The power he had over her was intoxicating, and he was enjoying every moment of her torment. He waited, watching her squirm, her body betraying her with each tremor that passed through her.
Marinette's breasts felt heavy and sensitive, the fabric of her bra doing little to hide her arousal. Her nipples were like two tight buds, poking through the fabric of her shirt. Each time she inhaled, her chest would rise and fall, and she knew that he was watching, that he could see her struggle. The vibrator continued its relentless assault, the buzzing so loud in her ears that she could barely hear her colleague's voic. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as the pleasure grew, the vibrations so intense that she felt like she was going to shatter into a million pieces.
"Marinette, are you okay?" the colleague's voice was full of concern. "You seem a little... distracted."
Gabriel leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Marinette. He turned the vibrator off again, watching as she visibly relaxed. "Just a... personal matter," she replied, her voice strained. "I'm fine."
The silence was deafening, the only sound in the room the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Marinette's eyes darted to the remote, lying innocently on his desk. She knew that at any moment, he could turn it back on, and she would be lost. The fear and excitement mingled within her, making her skin tingle with anticipation.
Gabriel waited, his eyes on her like a hawk watching its prey. He knew she was on edge, could see the tension in her body as she waited for the next round of vibrations. He picked up the remote, his thumb hovering over the button. He knew she will be awaiting the next pulse of pleasure with a mix of fear and excitement. He decided to deprive her for a little longer, watching the way her body tensed and relaxed in anticipation.
Marinette felt the fear and excitement building in her stomach, her body primed and ready to respond to his every whim. She tried to focus on her work, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. What if he turned it on right now? Would she be able to keep it together? Would she scream out in pleasure, giving away her secret? Her pussy clenched around the vibrator at the mere thought, her body already betraying her.
Gabriel watched her, his eyes dark with hunger. He knew she was on edge, knew she was waiting for it, and he liked it. The power was intoxicating, and he reveled in it. He leaned back in his chair, his hand casually stroking the remote, the anticipation making him hard. He knew she was his, and he was going to enjoy every second of her torment.
"Marinette, could you come to my office?" he called out, his voice smooth and calm.
Marinette's heart raced as she got to her feet. She smoothed her skirt, hoping that no one would notice the damp spot between her legs. She walked into his office, her legs shaking with each step. The vibrator remained silent, and she could feel her body begging for the next round of pleasure.
"Thank you for your hard work today," he said, his eyes raking over her body. "But I have one more task for you before you go home."
Marinette nodded, her voice a whisper. "Of course, Mr. Agreste."
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her. "Good," he said, his voice a purr. "I want you to model the latest design for our upcoming show."
Marinette's heart skipped a beat. She knew that the design was scandalously revealing, a daring mix of lace and leather that would leave little to the imagination. But she nodded, eager to please him, eager to keep playing the game. She stepped into the changing room, her legs shaking. She slipped off her clothes, her mind racing with thoughts of the vibrator, of his eyes on her. She pulled on the skimpy outfit, her skin feeling electric as the fabric whispered against her.
The skirt was so short that it barely covered her ass, the leather hugging her curves like a second skin. The top was a see-through mesh that cupped her breasts, her pink nipples pressing against the fabric. She looked in the mirror, her heart racing as she saw herself transformed into a living doll for his amusement.
As she stepped out of the changing room, the vibrator kicked in again, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. She could feel the fabric of the skirt riding up, exposing her wet pussy to the cool air.
Gabriel's eyes widened with hunger as he took in the sight of her. Her breasts bounced with each step, the mesh doing little to hide their perfection. He could see the darkened peaks of her nipples, and he wanted to taste them, to feel them in his mouth.
Marinette walked over to him, her legs trembling with the effort to stay upright. He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on the apex of her thighs. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice hoarse with desire.
Marinette's skin was slick with sweat, her body betraying her as she turned in a slow circle. The vibrator was on full blast now, the pleasure so intense that she thought she might pass out. She could feel the fabric of her thong cutting into her, the metal pressing against her clit with each movement.
"Perfect," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her body. "Absolutely perfect."
Marinette felt a thrill of victory, despite the fear that gripped her. She had him where she wanted him, under her control. But the vibrator was a constant reminder of who was really in charge. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing stronger with each pulse.
"Marinette, could you come here for a moment?" he called out, his voice smooth as silk. She knew what was coming, the anticipation making her skin crawl with excitement and fear. She walked over to his desk, her hips swaying with each step, the vibrator still mercifully silent.
"I noticed that the hem on this skirt is a bit too high," he said, his voice low and seductive. "We can't have that now, Can we?."
Marinette looked down, her cheeks flushing as she realized that he was referring to the skirt she was currently wearing. He reached out and brushed his fingers against the fabric, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Let me fix it for you," he murmured, his touch setting her nerves on fire.
Marinette felt the vibrator come to life again, the buzzing so loud that she was sure everyone in the office could hear it. She bit her lip, her eyes wide with shock as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin.
"Does this feel better?" he asked, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
Marinette nodded, unable to speak as the pleasure grew. She could feel his hand on her thigh, his thumb brushing against the lace of her panties.
"Mr. Agreste," she managed to murmur, her voice strained.
"Call me Gabriel," he said, his hand inching closer to her pussy.
Marinette's body was a live wire, the vibrator sending waves of pleasure through her. She knew that she had to keep her composure, had to keep playing the game. But it was getting harder and harder with each passing moment.
Gabriel leaned back in his chair, his hand still resting on her thigh. "Now, let's talk about the fashion show," he said, his voice deceptively casual.
Marinette nodded, trying to focus on anything other than the pleasure building within her. She felt his hand slide closer, his fingers grazing the fabric of her panties.
"Marinette, are you listening?" he asked, his tone mocking.
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.
He leaned forward, his hand sliding up her thigh. "Good," he said, his voice a purr.
Marinette's heart was racing, her body begging for more. She knew that if he touched her, she would be lost. She had to keep her wits about her, had to keep her secret. She sat on the edge of the chair, her legs trembling with anticipation. The vibrator remained silent, a cruel game of cat and mouse that had her on edge.
Gabriel's eyes never left her, the smug smile on his face telling her that he knew exactly what he was doing. He leaned back in his chair, watching her squirm as she tried to keep her composure. "Now, Marinette, tell me about the inspiration behind these designs," he said, his voice a low purr that made her skin crawl.
Marinette took a deep breath, her voice a whisper as she began to speak. She could feel the vibrator nestled against her clit, the anticipation of its activation making her pussy throb. "Well, Mr. Agreste, I wanted to create something that was both elegant and edgy," she began, her eyes flickering to the remote in his hand.
As she spoke, he casually flipped the switch, and the vibrator roared to life, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gasped, her eyes wide as she tried to keep her voice steady. "It's all about the balance between strength and vulnerability," she managed to say, her teeth clenched against the moan that threatened to escape.
Gabriel watched her, his thumb resting on the button, his gaze intense. "Go on," he said, his voice a command.
Marinette took another deep breath, her breasts heaving as she tried to ignore the pleasure. "The leather and lace represent the duality of the modern woman," she murmured, her eyes glazed with lust. "Strong yet feminine."
He leaned forward, his hand sliding up her thigh. "And what about the color scheme?"
Marinette felt her pussy clench around the vibrator, her breath hitching as she tried to focus on the conversation. "I was inspired by the contrast between light and dark," she replied, her voice strained. "It's about the beauty in the shadows."
Gabriel leaned closer, his breath hot on her neck. "I think you've captured that perfectly," he murmured, his hand moving closer to her pussy.
Marinette's eyes snapped to his, the fear and excitement melding into something else entirely. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist the power she had over him. She leaned back, her breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse. "Thank you, Mr. Agreste," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that made his cock twitch.
Gabriel's thumb hovered over the button, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched her chest rise and fall with each shallow breath, the anticipation making him harder. He knew she was his, and he was going to make her beg for it.
"Marinette, could you help me with this?" her colleague Mr. Dupont called out, breaking the tension in the room. She jumped, the vibrator a sudden jolt of pleasure that had her teetering on the edge.
Marinette nodded, her legs shaking as she made her way over to him. She could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of her skirt, the vibrator's relentless buzzing a constant reminder of the game she was playing. She leaned over his desk, the vibrator kicking in again without warning.
"Could you hand me that?" Mr. Dupont asked, pointing to a file on the floor. Marinette bent down, her skirt riding up to expose her bare ass. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, and she knew that Gabriel was watching, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.
As she handed the file over, she felt his hand on her thigh, the fabric of her skirt riding up even further. She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving Mr. Dupont's as she struggled to keep her moans to herself.
"Marinette," Gabriel called out, his voice like a whip crack. She turned to face him, her heart racing as she walked back to his office. The vibrator remained silent, the anticipation almost unbearable.
As she stepped out, the vibrator kicked into high gear, the intensity making her knees buckle. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she tried to muffle the sound.
Once inside, he closed the door behind her, his hand sliding up her leg. "You've been a very good intern," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her panties. "But I think it's time for your final test."
Marinette's eyes widened with fear and excitement. She knew what was coming, but she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. "What... what is it?" she asked, her voice trembling.
He leaned closer, his breath hot on her skin. "Let's see if you can handle the full show," he murmured, his hand sliding down to her thong.
Marinette's eyes rolled back in her head as he turned the vibrator on full blast. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the pressure in her core unbearable. But she had to keep going, had to keep playing the game.
"Mr. Dupont needs you in the conference room," her assistant called out, interrupting the moment.
Marinette took a shaky breath, her body screaming for release. "Coming," she called out, her voice strained.
Gabriel's hand slid away, the vibrator's buzzing the only sound in the room. "Don't forget, Marinette," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise that sent shivers down her spine. "You're mine."
Marinette nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she walked away, the fear and excitement a potent cocktail that made her legs wobble. She took her place at her desk, trying to focus on the mundane tasks at hand. Each minute that passed without the vibrator's touch was both a relief and a torment, her body aching for the next round of pleasure.