[M4F] An accountant that is helping building a case against the mob falls into the hands of the Godmother.

NYC. 1946.

My eyes began to flutter open, the last thing I remembered was leaving the precinct. The snow was just starting to fall against the glass of the high rise penthouse. I could hear a fire crackling somewhere behind me but I could feel the cold winter night just be looking out at it. My hands couldn't move. Felt like they were handcuffed to the chair I was sitting in. I was just thankful that I still had clothes on, my work suit. I never expected this would happen to me. I had a simple plan to help make some arrests against organized crime. Track down the money. It's how we got Capone after all.

The cops laughed at me at first. Told me they would investigate the real crimes while I looked for unbalanced check books. That's what I did though. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. At my desk, building cases. If these gangsters live such luxurious lives then where does all the money come from? They can't prove where it does and that's how I would nail them.

I never imagined it would get me handcuffed to a chair in a high rise penthouse. I figured I was under the radar. I guess not.

I heard the door swing open and footsteps approaching me. It wasn't the heavy thud of loafers, it was the clicking of high heels. The heels made their way across the large room and a figure sat down on top of the desk in front of me. I recognized her immediately. Stately, regal and silver haired but elegant. She wore a fur coat to protect from the harsh winter and a very expensive dress lurked underneath it.

"Do you know who I am?" She asked in a distinguished voice. I nodded my head. "The Godmother." I said, looking down intimidated. She was smoking a cigarette from a long holder. A hat adorned her head and smooth leather gloves on her hands.

"Very good. We certainly know who you are. The fancy accountant that works for the police. I had to work very hard to get you here." She said. "The men just wanted to get rid of you but I said what's the fun in that?" She ashed her cigarette and leaned over to me. "Besides, you're too much of a pretty little thing to do that to." She said in a more nurturing voice.

"You may not know this but there's always been an internal strife between the men's and women's side of this business. I'm going to use you to prove how much more efficient we are." She hopped off the desk and began walking around me. "Using pain and violence to get what you want is such a man thing to do. It's so primitive. It's like violence is all they understand. It's messy and only leads to more problems. The men may control the bloodshed in this city." She leaned down from behind me. "But the women control the sex, which is so much more powerful." She smirked.

"So I am making a special case out of you. You're going to drop your entire investigation, burn every shred of evidence you have and never mention us again to your superiors and this is going to all be accomplished without a single bruise on you." She said as she made her way back around to the front of me.

"Fat chance, lady. I've got folders full of bank statements, bill of sales, documents, titles, all untraceable money that you can't place and that's how I crumble your empire." I said staring daggers up at her, trying to regain control of the situation. My tough talk did not impress her.

"You like numbers, huh? Well, I've got some numbers for you. Five-eleven, forty two, twenty eight, thirty eight." She said with a cocked eyebrow. "What's that, your safe combination?" I asked.

She smirked. "That...is one helluva woman. Way too much of one for you. A tantalizing temptress pinup straight out of a man's fantasy. A timeless beauty from the old country. No American woman could compare to what we have back home. I have brought her here especially for you and let me tell you, darling, I'm a woman in my 70's and she makes me feel a little confused so I can't imagine being a man." She laughed and circle around me again.

She stood behind with her hands on my shoulders. "We've been shopping all day. Heels, dresses, makeup.." She leaned down to my ear. "Lingerie." She whispered in a more breathy tone. Her hands rubbed my shoulders and then cascaded over them down to my chest. I grimaced at her touch. "Ooh, I must admit. That's quite a nice chest for an accountant." He's hands stroked up and down my somewhat toned pecs. "Glad I'm not giving her a total slob to play with then." She said with a small laugh. Her hands peeled from my chest and she made her way back around to the front of me, sitting on the desk again.

"No matter though. A much stronger man than you would be at her feet so she is going to eat you alive." She extinguished her cigarette in the ash tray on the desk. "Remember, I said we would get this done without so much as a bruise on your pretty body. Notice how I didn't say without any pain though." She smirked. "It's time you men learned that you may be bigger and stronger but make no mistake, you are the weaker sex. The almighty above gave you a brain and a cock but not enough blood to run both at the same time. So get ready, stud." She said sarcastically. "Because tonight you submit to the power of a woman."

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This pretty boy accountant is being fed to the wolves! Only the two legged kind that wear dresses and heels. Looking for you to be a tormenting temptress that seduces him into shredding all his evidence and dropping the case.

I would like a prolonged tease and denial where she makes him beg for pleasure that isn't coming and leaves him to ache. She knows exactly how move her body, how to give the slightest touch to make a man crazy.

Once the evidence is all destroyed she can visit him again for her promised followup and the best night of his life!

I have a few celeb references for him. I enjoy playing kind of fit but also kind of nerdy pretty boy types. I imagine him to be late 20's, early 30's. Good looking but probably not overly experienced with women. He is in not way equipped to handle the sexual version of a hitman.

As you can tell from her measurements, she is tall, buxom, curvy and a body that has to be seen to be believed. Not to mention her gorgeous looks and cascading, wavy hair. I really want her to embody that 1940's pinup style. I have plenty of references that you can pick from for her!

Speaking of that, I love outfit play. I want you to have fun imaging what she is wearing, how her hair is down, her shoes, her make up and, of course, lingerie!

I'm a detailed multi paragraph writer. I tend to do anywhere from 3-5 paragraphs at a time. I thrive on sexual tension and teasing so I love a slow burn with lots of build up. I love to talk OOC and brainstorm so we both have the most fun we can out of the RP.

I roleplay in first person and I heavily prefer discord. If we really click then maybe I'd consider reddit chat but it is very much not my preference.

So if this sounds fun to you then chat me and let's see what we can come up with!

Kinks: Gentle femdom, seduction, teasing, denial, edging, light humiliation, lingerie, heels, stockings, outercourse, strip tease, aggressive kissing, taller woman, CFNM, light CBT, power bottom, cowgirl, face sitting, titjob, body worship, clothed sex, premature finish, female superiority/arrogance, cuddling/aftercare, breast play/smothering, light bondage, lipstick marks

Limits: Pegging, anal, feminization, violence, gore, scat