Blackmail Psychology Ch. 04

But Andrea withdrew, choosing not to linger and let it turn into making out with her pet. A single French kiss, that was all Ana got. A fleeting moment of intimacy.

"Good girl," Andrea whispered, making deep eye contact.

Ana opted for not replying, feeling highly confused. Her eyes continued to be near a point of welling up with tears. Her upper lip quivered. She couldn't comprehend how someone could be so cruel and still be able to offer her such intense intimacy. But then, Andrea pulled her hand away from Ana's chin, breaking eye contact and reaching for her backpack.

"I'll be over tomorrow morning," she said.

Ana was left waiting for permission to remove her palms from the surface of the desk. But perhaps Andrea leaving the office would be the signal that she could relax.

"Oh, and Pet," she began, turning towards the door. "You should really air out this room before office hours from now on. It reeked of pussy when I came in here."

And with that, Andrea walked over to the door before fiddling with the lock to let herself out. There was a smug smile on her face as she let the door close behind her, feeling confident that her pet's cheeks were probably a bright shade of red after that comment.

Tomorrow would be fun.