Dominic pulled me down onto his lap while he was sitting in his chair. He had one hand on my butt, and with the other he started caressing and sliding it up my thigh.

But as he caressed me, I remembered that I was still on my period. I couldn't have him touching me down there.

"No, wait," I said. "Not now."

Dominic groaned and nuzzled into my hair as it tumbled down my neck and shoulders. "But I want you," he whispered.

"No. It, umm, doesn't seem appropriate," I said, not wanting to tell him the real reason. "We should just talk instead. Get to know each other better and all that."

Dominic looked thoughtful for a moment, then he leaned back with a grin. "Sure, we can talk," he said. "I like listening to your voice."

"My voice? What's so good about my voice?" I asked.

"Your accent," he said. "It's not how I imagined British people to sound."

"I talk normal, what are you on about," I said. I wasn't sure why, but I felt insulted. There wasn't anything weird about the way I spoke, was there?

Dominic chuckled. "No, it's just my, err... Lucas's mother," he said, his expression turning more serious and distant for a moment as he spoke of her. "She used to watch that show on TV called Downton Abbey. So that's just how I imagined British people would speak."

"Oh, right," I said.

"But you don't sound like that," he said. "Where's your accent from?"

I shrugged. He was right, I didn't sound posh or anything like that. My mum used to put on a more posh voice when she spoke, especially after we moved to the US. But that wasn't something I had bothered doing.

"I guess it's more of a South London accent," I said. "Just normal for where I grew up."

Dominic grinned at me, like I had said something amusing somehow. As he did, his hand started caressing my butt again. I knew I should stop him, but it felt too good. He just looked too damn hot, he was impossible to resist.

I knew it was wrong, but every time he smiled at me I could feel myself melting.  I knew I had to remain strong, and remember how much I hated him. But those eyes. The way he stared deep into my soul, it made it really hard.

And speaking of making things hard, I could feel his cock sticking up and poking me in the bottom of my thigh. Urgh, but no, I can't do that. Focus Olivia. Remember what you are here for. Distract him, and then when he's not looking, plug that USB thing in his computer.

So first, distraction.

"So, you mentioned watching Downton Abbey," I said. "Did you watch any other British TV shows?"

"No. I don't really watch much TV," said Dominic, as he kept stroking my butt.

"Oh, okay," I said. "What about any other hobbies?"

"Not really. I am always too busy working," he said.

"What about reading?" I asked, looking around the room at all the stacks of books.

"What, these?" he said. "They are mostly for show, I've never actually read any of them."

"Oh, okay," I sighed. This wasn't really working. I was supposed to be getting to know him better, that was the whole point of this conversation. But it seemed like all he did was work, and I didn't really want to know about any of that at the moment. There had to be something else I could ask, I thought as my stomach grumbled. I had missed lunch, and was now starting to feel hungry.

"Oh. I know. What is your favourite meal?" I asked.

Dominic thought for a moment, then a sort of wistful smile came over his face. "Pasta alla Norma," he said. "The way my Nonna used to make it. That was always my favourite."

"Oh, I like pasta too," I said.

"I know of a little restaurant in Catania that makes a very nice version," he said. "Perhaps I will take you there one day."

"Umm, yeah. Going out for dinner sounds fun," I said.

"Perhaps for more than just dinner," he said, then paused when he saw my confused expression. "It's in Sicily," he explained.

"Ahhh, right," I said. "Yeah, that would be a bit far to travel just for dinner."

Dominic shook his head, then burst out laughing. He laughed loudly for a while, before it gradually decreased down to a chuckle. "I love your innocence," he said, as he wiped a year from his eye. "I find it so refreshing."

"Err, thanks," I said, not sure if that was supposed to be a compliment.

Dominic chuckled again, then started to run his hand up the inside of my thigh again. He was getting closer and closer to the top of my leg. Closer to the place I couldn't let him touch. My attempts at distracting him with conversation were not working. I would have to take a different approach.

From the hard lump poking into me, I knew that Dominic wanted sex. But if we couldn't do that, maybe I would have to just get him off in a different way? I could do it with my hand, but that might not be enough for him. Or maybe with my mouth? Hopefully if I did that he would be happy.

Dominic's hand had reached the top of my leg now, and was gently cupping me through my clothes. I quickly reached down and brushed his hand away. "We can't do that," I said. "But I can do something else."

Dominic scowled at me. "What did you have in mind?" he asked.

I gulped nervously, then tried to look at him with a seductive expression. Then I slid off from his lap and went down on my knees under his desk.

Dominic stopped scowling, and started to smile when he realised what I was going to do.

My hands were shaking slightly as I reached up to unzip his pants. I had given a blowjob before to a boy I used to date, but it was just the one time, so I wasn't very experienced. I started to worry that I would not be good enough, and that Dominic would be annoyed. Or worse, he would still want sex. I would just have to try really hard, and make sure I get him to cum.

Once the zip was pulled down, I slipped my hand in through the opening. I was quite surprised to find that he wasn't wearing any underwear. My fingers instead found his hard cock waiting for me. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and pulled it towards the opening.

Dominic's big cock sprung up out from the opening of his pants. It was thick and hard, and pointing right at me.

I paused for a moment, and licked my lips nervously. Well, it wasn't that I was scared of giving a blowjob. It was more that I was nervous that I would probably be bad at giving blowjobs. Dominic had probably had his cock sucked by loads of girls before. But because I didn't have as much experience with doing them, it made me think I would not be any good. I didn't want to disappoint him.

I looked up at Dominic, and saw that he was looking down at me with an impatient expression on his face. Hmmm, yeah, I had probably spent too long thinking about sucking his cock rather than actually doing it.

With a mumbled "Sorry," I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and started to stroke it up and down. Then I closed my eyes, and leaned forward with my mouth open until I felt my tongue brush against the tip of his cock. I moved down slightly further until my lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, then closed my mouth and started to suck.

Dominic gave a satisfied moan as I started to move my head up and down. It was a relief to know I was doing okay, plus it made me a little bit proud too. It encouraged me to suck more vigorously, which Dominic seemed to appreciate, judging by the noises he was making.

After a few more minutes though, I began to wonder how much longer I was going to need to do this for. My mouth was beginning to ache from being open so wide. It was because Dominic was so big and thick, I had to have my mouth open really wide. It was worse than going to the dentist.

But on the plus side, my knees were not hurting. It made me realise just how soft and thick the carpets were in this room. With my free hand, I reached down to the floor and ran my fingers over the carpet. It was definitely real wool instead of polyester, and very expensive. I would have loved to have carpets this soft in my bedroom. It would be amazing to step out of bed in the morning onto something this soft.

Suddenly, Dominic started to make a grunting noise, and his hand grabbed hold of my hair. I had a little flash of panic and tried to move away, but his hand stopped me. Then he sighed loudly and his cock released into me. His hot seed filled my mouth and ran down my throat. Unable to pull away, and not wanting to choke, I quickly swallowed all his cum.

Seemingly satisfied with my efforts, Dominic released my hair and fell back in his chair. I pulled my mouth back off his cock and slumped back under the desk. My butt sank down into the carpet, as I leaned back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"That was good," said Dominic.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I replied.

Dominic smiled, then stood up and shoved his cock back into his pants. "Wait there," he said. "I'm just going to the bathroom."

"Okay," I said.

I wasn't sure if he meant he wanted me to stay sitting on the floor under his desk, or if he meant just to stay in this room. So I stayed where I was, and didn't move until he left the room. Then, as soon as the door closed, I crawled out from under the desk and sat in his chair. When I did, I looked around at the stuff that was on the top of his desk. That was when I spotted a laptop with some paper on top.

I brushed the papers from the top, and looked more closely. The lights on the edge were flashing, so it meant the laptop must be turned on. I pulled open the lid and the laptop came to life. It went straight to the desktop without even asking for a password. It seemed like Mafia leaders didn't feel the need to worry about security.

I moved quickly as I didn't know how much time I had. With one hand on the desk, I leaned over to the side to where I had dropped my backpack on the floor. I lifted it up onto my lap, then opened the top to look inside. There was a lot of junk in there, and I quickly rooted through it to find that little USB thing.

It was there, in the bottom of my bag along with an eyeliner pencil and a couple of different shades of lipstick. I pulled it out, then turned the laptop to the side to find the USB ports. When I plugged the thumb drive in, the laptop made a little noise and a notification popped up.

The message asked if I wanted to install software from an unknown source. Well obviously I did, so I clicked the OK button. After a few seconds another message popped up to say the software was installed successfully. I clicked OK again, then pulled out the thumb drive and tossed it back in my bag. Then I closed the laptop, and started to replace the papers that had been on top.

I had just finished doing that when the door opened and Dominic walked back into the room. He looked over at me sitting in his chair with my backpack open on my lap.

"What are you doing?" he asked, casually.

I glanced down at my lap trying to quickly think of an excuse. "I was just, err..." I looked in my backpack and saw the box of tampons that were on top of the rest of the junk. "I needed to change my tampon," I said, and held up the box to show him.

Dominic's face fell, and he started to squirm uncomfortably. "Oh, right, yeah," he said. "The, err, bathroom is that way."

"Okay, yep, I'll go in there then," I said, equally uncomfortably.

I shoved the tampons back in my bag, then hurried out of the room. When I got to the bathroom, I pulled down my leggings and sat on the toilet. I figured I might as well change it while I was here. I wrapped up the old one in some toilet paper and put it in the little waste bin in the corner. Then I went in my bag and got myself a fresh one.

Once I had finished, I headed back to Dominic's office. He was back sitting behind his desk and writing something in a notebook. When he saw me, he stopped writing but didn't look at me. He seemed uncomfortable and he didn't want to make eye contact with me.

"Sorry, I have some important work stuff to do," he said. "If there wasn't anything else you wanted?"

"Err, no. I guess not," I said. To be honest, I kind of wanted to get out of there.  Now I had planted the spying software, I didn't need to be there anymore. I had just been worried that it would seem suspicious if I left suddenly, but luckily that seemed to be what Dominic wanted.

"Maybe you could come back in a few days, or next week?" he said.

Well, I wasn't going to turn down the chance to escape by questioning his motives. "Yep, sounds good," I said. "Call me."

And with that I slowly and casually walked out of his house as fast as I could.