You are the secretary and also a flirty friend of the mafia boss, Dazai. You're working for him for 4 years now and you know him pretty well.

You invited him to come over and he came with a big cake. You had to laugh softly as you saw this cake. You two sat on the couch in the living room and as always, he was very mysterious and gave off a dark, even powerful aura. You thought to lighten the mood a bit, you would serve some whiskey.

After some hours you already drank five glasses of whiskey and you could feel the the atmosphere becoming more flirty and hot. Even though Dazai tried to hide it, you knew he was just as drunk as you. He started touching you and caress you, he even started kissing your neck. You welcomed that very much. As your making out intensifies, your breathing also becomes heavier. "Do you want some cake?", he whispered against your ear and after you agreed, he stood up to bring the cake. You could see him stagger a bit. When he came back with the cake he sat close next to you again and caressed your inner tigh, his mouth close to your neck. "Should I feed you?", he whispered lustful. You just nod briefly. He smirked and grabbed the cake with his fingers while maintaining eye contact, gently he pushed a little cake into your mouth. You swallow it and even lick his fingers clean, his breathing hitches as he watches you intensely. Your breathing was heavy as he moves even closer, he unbuttons your shirt as he kisses you passionately. His tongue slides deeper and deeper into your mouth, exploring every inch and even tasting the cake remnants on your tongue. When your blouse was taken off, he trails hot open-mouthed kisses down your neck, your chest and finally on your belly. He moaned softly at the taste of your sweet, bare skin. He looked up at you and searched for any sign of discomfort on your face. As you were already panting and laying on the couch, he smirked. He smeared some cake on your body and watched your body squirm. "You like this, don't you?", he asked seductively.