I stood outside Mr. Henderson's office, my heart pounding in my chest. The plan was set, and there was no turning back now. I knocked firmly on the door, steeling myself for what was to come.

"Come in," his voice boomed from inside.

Pushing the door open, I stepped into the room, closing it softly behind me. Mr. Henderson looked up from his desk, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he took in my determined expression.

"Isabella, what can I do for you?" he asked, his tone polite but cautious.

I walked towards his desk, my heels clicking ominously on the hardwood floor. "We need to talk, Mr. Henderson," I said, my voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach.

He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his stomach. "Of course, Isabella. What’s this about?"

Reaching into my purse, I pulled out an envelope and slid it across the desk towards him. "Open it," I commanded.

Curiosity piqued, he picked up the envelope and extracted several photos. His eyes widened as he flipped through them, each one more incriminating than the last.

"Where did you get these?" he demanded, his voice low and threatening.

"Does it matter?" I replied coolly. "What matters is that they show exactly how you’ve been using company funds for your personal gain."

Mr. Henderson’s face turned red with anger. "You have no proof," he spat.

"Oh, but I do," I countered, pulling out a USB drive and placing it next to the photos. "This contains all the financial records, emails, and transactions that prove your embezzlement."

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might explode. But then, his shoulders slumped slightly, and he sighed. "What do you want, Isabella?"

"I think you know," I said, stepping closer to the edge of his desk. "You’ve always underestimated me, Mr. Henderson. Thought I was just another pretty face. But I’m not here to be your secretary anymore."

He swallowed hard, his eyes darting between me and the evidence spread out before him. "What are you proposing?"

Leaning forward, I placed my hands flat on his desk, meeting his gaze head-on. "I want a promotion. A big one. And I want it by the end of the day."

His lips pressed into a thin line. "And if I don’t agree?"

"Then I walk out of here, and those photos and files go straight to the board of directors. Your career, your reputation—everything you’ve built—will crumble."

Silence hung heavy in the air as we stared each other down. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Okay, Isabella. You win. I’ll make the necessary arrangements."

Relief washed over me, but I knew I had to keep up the pressure. "Good choice," I said, straightening up. "But there’s one more thing."

His brow furrowed. "What now?"

"Stand up," I ordered.

Confusion etched across his face, but he complied, pushing his chair back and standing. I circled around the desk, coming to stand directly in front of him. He was taller than me, but in this moment, I felt like the one in control.

"Take off your belt," I instructed, my voice firm.

His eyes narrowed. "Are you serious?"

"Very," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Do it."

With a huff, he unbuckled his belt and slid it free from the loops of his pants. I took it from him, feeling the weight of the leather in my hand.

"Now, turn around and place your hands on the desk," I continued.

He hesitated, his body tense. "Isabella, this isn’t necessary—"

"Do it," I cut him off, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, he turned, bracing himself against the desk. I stepped closer, pressing my body against his back, the belt still in my grasp.

"Spread your legs," I whispered in his ear, my breath hot against his skin.

He did as I said, his muscles quivering under my touch. I reached around him, grabbing his balls gently at first, then applying more pressure as I felt his body react.

"You like that, don’t you?" I taunted, squeezing harder, watching his face contort with a mix of pain and pleasure.

He groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly. "Stop playing games, Isabella," he gasped.

"I’m not playing," I assured him, my fingers digging deeper. "This is just the beginning. You’re going to learn who’s really in charge here."

His breathing grew ragged as I continued to torture his sensitive flesh, each squeeze more intense than the last. I could feel his resolve weakening, his body betraying him as he struggled to maintain control.

"Please," he whimpered, his voice cracking.

"Please what?" I asked, leaning closer, my lips brushing against his earlobe.

"Please, let me go," he pleaded, his body shuddering under my relentless assault.

I chuckled darkly, releasing his balls momentarily. "Not yet," I murmured, my hand moving lower, finding his cock straining against his pants. "You’re going to give me what I want first."

His head dropped forward, his body trembling as I toyed with him, pushing him to the brink of release. "Anything," he breathed, his voice barely audible.

"Good boy," I praised, tightening my grip once more. "Now, let’s see how long you can last."

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