The Provoke part of the plan just so happened to consist of flawless makeup, a gorgeous hair design with twin braided weaves that circled around her long tresses coming around the back and brought together into a cute bow, an elegant and somewhat sheer silk blouse, a high-waisted black skirt, shapely legs clad in black pantyhose and black heels, as well as a rather 'well-endowed' pen which happened to find its way close to her luscious rosy lips as she paused in thought, or sometimes on the floor in some moments of 'contrived clumsiness'.
Of course, this more 'surface-level strategy' was supplemented by the deeper explorations of Desmond's psyche - namely the Suggestion that she wanted to become Part of Desmond's Plan… this was what elevated it from an obvious and crude seduction, through to making Desmond feel completely seen and valued - changing from his seeing Ly Ly as 'just another woman' to 'someone truly special'…
Ly Ly had cultivated several seemingly innocuous habits such as sometimes bringing long objects like pens and shapely slender fingers close to her luscious lips and face, sometimes even - briefly, very briefly - sucking or chewing them for a moment when lost in thought or consideration, elegantly crossing and uncrossing her long legs…
There was a very-comfortable-looking sofa in her office room to add to the undercurrent of desire, and finally, today, as Desmond was welcomed into the Dark Rizzard Alliance's Headquarters, everything had been set up perfectly…
"O-Oh dear…" Ly Ly had dropped her pen again seemingly in a fluster, and was now crawling on her knees to pick it up…
After 'inadvertently giving Desmond more to think about', as she straightened up, she gave it a bit more time, before bringing up the agenda, whilst dropping in yet another comment about how she admired those future women, who would have 'the privilege' of bearing his wonderful offspring…
After endless GASP cycles, even a fool like Desmond was beginning to cotton on…
And indeed, right now, his hands were full of cotton, as well as silk and nylon, as he had seized Ly Ly and began throwing himself onto her, with whispers that he wanted her, that he wanted very much to give her what she wanted, to make her his Queen…
Of course, this was a cum-ulative combination of Lust and Ego, and Ly Ly, having hooked her prey, was now Artfully playing the 'little fishie' on the line 🤭.
"O-Oh Desmond… But how will I know you'll take care of me…?! I-I'm scared… M-Maybe we shouldn't…" Ly Ly whispered...
Desmond, lost in lust, immediately made groundless promises that he would care for her always…
"Ly Ly… you drive me crazy…! I-I want you so bad…" Desmond gushed desperately…
Ly Ly gave a practiced blush…
"I-I don't believe it… y-you probably say that to everyone…" She chided as if she could scarcely believe her good fortune, yet was slowly willing to be swayed...
"It's not true!" Desmond declared earnestly - though it was.
Ly Ly began to take 'control' - and by 'control' we, of course, mean and refer directly to 'Desmond's balls'. In a flash, her long slender fingers were wrapped around the bulge in his pants, teasing and caressing… whetting his writhing, worm-ish wheat-stick with a well-practiced 'slightly inexperienced fumbling' that sent shivers of sensuality running through him.
"Yeah…?! Y-You want me…?! Then prove it…" Ly Ly continued to channel her 'high value good girl being swept up by his Aura' act.
"Ly Ly…" Desmond whimpered desperately… turgid with need, his balls gristle-d with seed, his eyes gorged with greed.
"Show me…" she rummaged around in his pants pockets, pulling out things that were getting in the way of his pleasure - which so happened to be wallets, credit cards and devices containing the keys to various offshore bank accounts in various tax havens, whilst leading him on the wonderful ecstatic chase of rebuke and reward.
"Good boy… let's take this slow… I do hope you're not a one-pump chump…"
Ly Ly said ignoring the obvious wet patch that had materialized and masking her derision behind a coquettish hitch of admiration, the elegant tresses of her stunning hair design framing her immaculate features in the soft sensual light.
In a flash, his pants were down, his 'Unctuous Uncle' uncorked, and Ly Ly had him lying on the floor, even as she sat back on her desk, whilst her stilettoed black heels began feeling, fondling, coaxing and caressing his swole sacs 👀.
As she crossed and uncrossed her legs in the process, giving him a perfect view, her eyes widened attractively as she began to tease him, both physically and with sultry whispers…
Her stocking-ed feet began to take him to the edge and then as she swathed his slick stick inbetween her shapely nylon-clad insoles and arches, fluttering eyelashes and murmurs raising him to the hauté heights of heated horniness, she would abruptly clamp down, the toes of one of her feet clamping, gripping gauchely around his balls whilst the other sealed off the soon-to-be spermatozoan surge, serving as the lightning lid to his pressure cooker, deviantly and defiantly denying him critical raging release.
"Nuh-Uh-Uh, Des Des!!! You're not allowed to cum just yet!!!" Ly Ly teased, her eyes flashing, her allure all-intoxicating.
Desmond gritted his teeth even as he lost himself in the sheer sensual pleasure of the scenario…
Ly Ly… what an amazing Woman!!! He had to make her his…
(Un)fortunately, Ly Ly was a professional.
Indeed. Having studied the little known but as always extremely effective Forbidden Arts of the Sexual Sutra as part of her training in the Arts of Dark Rizzardry, she knew that, at this point, she, literally, had Desmond by the balls…
She began to escalate, pulsing and playing out a savage symphony on his shaft with her dexterous digits, and at the climactic point, having flown his flute into a frenzy, inundating his instrument with iterative impulses of indecency, building his balls to bursting, she abruptly clamped down one final time, her taut toes tightened, triangulated and twisted, turning off the tap mid-thrum, cutting off his circulation with a devilish, demonic discordant dissonance that disintegrated Desmond's delight, dashing him into the depths of darkness…
Desmond immediately passed out - unfulfilled, his seed unspilled.