Cold & Sweet

>> “I see no issue with it. It does not harm anything for there to be a day dedicated to it.” Camillas commented, munching on her thirst box of pocky. “There are days dedicated to much sillier things, like pickles.”

>> “Is this supposed to be cute?” Camillas asked, a cold deadly glare on her face as she looked from him to the handcuffs. She tugged and pulled at them a bit with out a care of what it did to Ringo’s arm. “I have work to do, and places to be. Am I supposed to drag you around like a pet? Or perhaps it would be more beneficial for you to lose your hand.”

>> “How kind of you, though are you sure it’s not just your own sweetness, Sir? You could turn any bread to cake with your sweet words.” 

>> “Ah is that what it’s come too? Children’s fairy tale references? In that case, you are Oz and I just want to leave.” 

>> “I’m sure you are, but would it not be more practical to have me under the desk so that you could keep working as well as get your pleasure?  Or would having such a sweet reward after be better motivation?”

>> “Fine. You are the expert after all.” After entering his room Camillas let go of his hand and took off the basic restrictive part of her outfit, like her shoes and blazer. “Should I get on the bed?”

>> Camillas took one step on her own before taking Ringo’s hand, needing the support, and also he felt really soft right now. Her thumb rubbed over his hand for a bit as they walked. “Is it okay that I’m nervous?”

>> “I hadn’t given much thought to exploring you...” She would have said never, but that was definitely a line. “Private?” Oh right the party! Once again aware of her surroundings Camillas snapped up straight and brushed his hand off her butt. “Private would be better” 

>> “You want me to feel you?” She reiterated, thinking it over a bit. “Touching should be fine. Just to understand... After all you touch me quite often. Perhaps I should return the favor.” She shifted at the squeeze but not much more. 

>> Slowly she peered out from his neck to look at the picture again. “It does look quite big in your hand, but you have rather dainty hands.” She was too busy trying to deconstruct the dick pic to notice the hand on her ass, especially with the (soon to fade) effects of the alcohol. “You already appreciate my body plenty from afar. That’s why I gave you the photos.”

>> “That’s... ah...” Camillas took the opportunity of being pulled closer to hide her face in his neck, at least until she felt less hot. “But if I already have the picture, why would I need to see it in person?”

>> Since she was standing right there she was able to see the kind of appreciation he gave those photos. Camillas assumed it was something he would do, but to be shown him doing it was... well it caught her off guard. She had no words, her face was only turning red as she tried to not let her mind wander. 

>> “You aren’t going to let me say no, are you?”  At least he wasn’t pulling down his pants. Alcohol is supposed to help with things, right? She’s just going to take his cup and drink the rest of whatever is in it. 

>> “I’m sure you do, but you’re the birthday boy so you shouldn’t have to give anyone anything.” And she really was fine without it.