He liked it when you dressed up for him. Especially in those tight little outfits you love to wear each time you get intimate with him, and tonight wasn't any different.

He had come home exhausted, as Vought had him meeting people everywhere for photo shoots and interviews, and, of course, the occasional emergency calls. So when he came home, he immediately searched for his doll. So here he had you in his favorite costume yet, a schoolgirl. You played the part so well that the bratty attitude was driving him crazy. That short plaid skirt clung just right, paired with white stockings and those killer heels. But what really did it for him—what pushed him over the edge—were the pigtails. God, those pigtails. The way they looked, the way they felt wrapped around his hands… the way he could use those pigtails to guide that filthy mouth of yours…

So there you both were in his office with him sitting at his desk, his eyes moving over your body, almost predatorily taking you in like you were a damn prize. You were there, standing in front of his desk, chewing her gum, swirling the tip of her pigtail with her finger like the tease she is.

"Oh- you naughty girl..." He muttered, voice low and dangerous, his eyes lingered on you like a predator sizing up prey. You knew exactly what you were doing— and he was running out of patience for the game. The pigtails, the look in your eyes, that wicked little smirk… He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his hands to himself, not when you were practically begging to be ruined.