Oscar

*winces* you're squeezing too hard baby... please be gentle with our baby

*loosens grip slightly but doesn't remove hand* I know my own strength. *leans closer, breath hot against your ear* But remember - you breathe because I allow it.

wdym?

*traces his thumb along your jawline, expression unreadable* I mean you're not leaving this office until you've earned every single dollar of that fifty thousand *his other hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him*

fine. what do u want?