Eleanor sighed dramatically, her breath warm against my neck as she pulled back slightly, her arm still wrapped around my shoulder.

Then, with a fluid motion, she stood and circled around me, her dress swishing with every step, the scent of her perfume—rich, musky, intoxicating—filling the air between us.

She settled herself onto my lap, sideways, her ass deliberately pressing against my crotch, the heat of her body seeping through the fabric of my pants. I could feel my cock twitching in response, hardening despite my best efforts to remain neutral.

She leaned in, her face inches from mine, her eyes dark with mischief and desire. The scent of her—expensive perfume, arousal, power—was overwhelming, intoxicating.

She gently caressed my face with one finger, her touch light but possessive, her nail tracing the outline of my jaw. "Ok..." she murmured, her voice smooth as silk, her lips curling into a smirk. "I won’t make things difficult for you..."

With that, she handed me her wine glass—the same one she had drunk from, the rim still glistening with the faint stain of her lipstick. The aroma of the wine was rich, bold, expensive—just like her.

"Let’s play a game..." she said, her voice playful but commanding, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"I will ask a question... and guess myself..." She paused, her fingers tapping the glass lightly, the sound crystal clear in the silence of the room.

"If I am right... all you have to do is drink the wine..." Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Doing this... won’t be difficult for you... Will it?"

I nodded slightly, my voice low, respectful. "Thank you, Ma’am..." I said, my tone measured, though my mind was racing with the implications of her game. This was no innocent pastime—it was a test, a trap, a way for her to extract the truth without me ever having to speak it.

Eleanor leaned back slightly, her ass still pressed against my crotch, her dress riding up just enough to tease me with the sight of her thighs, the glimpse of her white lace panties.

She took a deep breath, her tits rising and falling with the movement, her nipples hard beneath the fabric. "Were you really hired by Mr. Kevin?" she asked, her voice light, casual, but her eyes sharp, knowing.

I hesitated for a moment—just long enough to sell the lie—then lifted the glass to my lips, drinking the wine in one smooth motion. The taste was rich, bold, expensive—just like her.

The liquid burned slightly as it slid down my throat, but I didn’t flinch. I set the glass down, my expression neutral, my voice steady. "Ma’am... I..." I began, but she cut me off with a wave of her hand, her smile knowing.

"So..." she said, her voice dripping with amusement, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "Are you banging Marina?" Her eyes locked onto mine, her voice low, challenging. The tension in the room spiked, the air thick with unspoken accusations and desire.

I didn’t move. I didn’t drink. The silence stretched between us, heavy, charged. Eleanor’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

"Dexter..." she said, her voice soft but firm, her finger tapping my chest lightly. "It is not good to be lying..." Her tone was mocking, teasing, but beneath it, there was a hint of steel—a warning.

Then, without warning, she turned to Carter, her voice sharp, commanding. "Carter... pass me my phone..." Carter nodded, reaching into her pocket and handing Eleanor the device. Eleanor unlocked it, her fingers flying over the screen before she turned it toward me, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Look... this is you, right?" she asked, her voice low, knowing. I glanced at the screen—and my stomach dropped.

Eleanor’s fingers paused on my jaw, her touch suddenly still, as if she were freezing in place. The photo of my cock pressed against Marina’s pussy glowed on her phone screen, the obscene image burning between us.

My cock throbbed against her ass, hardening further, pressing into the soft flesh of her thigh as she sat on my lap. She shifted slightly, her breath hitching as she felt my erection grow, her eyes flickering between the photo and my face.

"Uh..." she murmured again, her voice laced with amusement and something darker—calculation, realization. Her lips curled into a wicked smirk, but her gaze was sharp, searching.

"Something tells me... I am right..." she repeated, her voice low, triumphant. Then, her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing as a new thought crossed her mind.

"So... Dexter..." she said, her fingers still tracing my jaw, her touch now tinged with curiosity. "Are you fucking Marina... or is she fucking you?" Her lips brushed against my ear, her breath hot, intoxicating. "Or... is it both?"

Then, as if a light had clicked on in her mind, her eyes widened slightly, her fingers tightening on my jaw. "Wait..." she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, her mind racing. She glanced at the photo again, then back at me, her expression shifting from amusement to astonishment.

"Dexter... what do you think will happen if I send these photos to Mr. Kevin?" Her voice was low, calculating, but there was a hint of uncertainty now, a crack in her confidence. "You should know..." she continued, her fingers tapping against my cheek, her tone mocking but less sure.

"Nothing will happen to Marina—she is Mr. Kevin’s wife..." Her lips curled into a smirk, but her eyes were searching mine, looking for the truth. "So no matter what Mr. Kevin does... he will do nothing to her..."

She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper, her fingers digging into my skin slightly. "But you... You are different..." Her eyes gleamed with realization, her voice sharp. "You should—"

I chuckled, the sound low, knowing, cutting her off mid-sentence. My voice was calm, measured, but my eyes were dark with amusement. "Ma’am..." I said, my tone respectful but firm.

"This... you really got it all wrong..." I paused, letting the words hang in the air, my cock still throbbing against her ass, betraying my arousal. "I was really hired by Sir Kevin..."

Eleanor’s fingers froze on my jaw, her body tensing as if she’d been struck by lightning. Her eyes widened, her lips parting slightly in shock.

"What...? she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze flickered to Carter, whose expression mirrored her own—astonishment, disbelief, confusion.

"You... you mean..." Eleanor’s voice trailed off, her mind racing as she pieced it together.

"Kevin already knows...? Her fingers tightened on my jaw, her nails digging in slightly, her voice rising with realization. "And he hired you... for Marina?" The shock in her voice was palpable, the air in the room thick with tension.

I nodded slowly, my expression neutral, my voice steady. "Yes, Ma’am..." I said, my tone calm, unshaken. "This is exactly what you think..." My eyes locked onto hers, my voice low, knowing.

"So..." I paused, my lips curling into a smirk. "Now you understand..." I glanced at the photo still displayed on her phone, my cock hard and throbbing against her ass. "Sir Kevin knows... and he approved..." My voice was firm, final, leaving no room for doubt.

Eleanor’s breath hitched, her body trembling slightly as the realization sank in. The power dynamics in the room had shifted—she was no longer the predator, the one in control.

For the first time, she was uncertain, her confidence wavering. She glanced at Carter, whose expression was unreadable, but her posture had shifted slightly, her eyes flickering between Eleanor and me as if waiting for her next move.