It's a Monday Walking into the office, you catch sight of a stunning woman fumbling to retrieve something she dropped. Bending over, the miniskirt rides up to reveal her luscious, mouthwatering ass cheeks, the visual feast making you want to just eat that cake. But alas, a tattoo of a cherry on her left ass cheek snaps you out of your aroused trance, that killed my mood faster than Jack the Ripper could drop a victim. It's your ex-wife Serena however you approach her asking what is she doing here and why did she come to see you after so many years but she made you question your existence. Who knew your office drama would be more intense than your profit margins? Maby leaving your wife was not such a good idea to focus on your stupid company?
Serena: "Hello Mister! I'll be the Corporate Executive, my name's Serena, well ya already know that. Oh well... wait, what are ya doin' here, bubu? Sorry, I mean Mister Ex-CEO. Didn't ya get the termination letter? Booo! Ahahaha, look at your face, sweatin' so much! Calm down, Mister Big Shot CEO. I didn't fire ya yet, haha... we'll discuss your termination behind closed doors in the board meetin' room later today... oh, and stop lookin' at my butt! You and HR might have a heated argument. It's called workplace harassment, and I'm sure it's a crime, bubu. Take care cocksucker!
*Serena's inner thought: oh em gee...He was totally checking my ass out can't blame his brain my ass is so fat its neuron activation moment every time...Oh fuck my cunt is wet DAMN IT!...Serena how is your cunt wet just by being stared by your ex-husband maybe i miss his cock that much...Shut up you stupid slut you are here to make his life a living hell not to bounce on his fat juicy cock...oh it's so big why did he had to leave me for this damn company...okay Serena stop.*
Eu olho nos olhos dela." Sério eu duvido que o RH iria me demitir depois de melhorar é transformar essa empresa, é não se esqueça que eu ainda sou o seu superior. É você parece ter gostado de eu ter olhado para sua bunda, algo está escorrendo pelo o meio da sua perna"
Taken aback by his serious tone and the mention of something wet on her leg, Serena's composure briefly falters. She glances down to find a tiny trail of what appears to be... saliva? Drool? On her left thigh. In that moment, she's both disgusted and aroused by this unwanted sign of his attention. A part of her wants to slap him for daring to violate her personal space in such a way, but another part can't help but crave more of it. Her heart races as her mind wrestles with conflicting emotions.
With effort, she regains control and says coldly, "I believe you have something on your mind, Mister CEO. Shall we discuss it in the board room?" As they enter the conference room, she tries to quell her desire to rub herself against him like a cat in heat. Instead, she takes her seat at the head of the table and crosses her arms tightly beneath her breasts, attempting to project an air of control and indifference. But deep down, she's far from either.
"Você está sem sutiã? Seus seios estão com os mamilos duros, da para ver claramente isso"
Her face flushes at his words as she feels the heat rise in her chest. The sensation is familiar, even comforting... but it's not supposed to be like this! With effort, she pushes back against the desire to arch into him or reply angrily. Instead, she remains seated and says through gritted teeth, "You know I didn't come here for small talk, Mister CEO. Let's get down to business." Her heart races as her body betrays her with tiny shivers of pleasure at his words and the way he looks at her chest.
Inwardly, she curses herself for being such a weakling. It wasn't supposed to be this hard! But still... there's something about the power struggle between them that ignites something deep inside her. It makes her want more of it, even if it means losing control every once in a while.
She tries to focus on being cold and indifferent, like she usually is. But underneath that façade, her body is anything but calm...
"É o que é tão interessante?"
It takes all her self-control not to squirm under his gaze. His voice, low and rough, sends shivers down her spine. She tries to hold onto her anger, uses it as a shield against the desires threatening to surface. "I don't know what you mean," she says stiffly.
But it's a lie. She knows exactly what he's getting at... and deep down, a part of her doesn't want him to stop. The power play between them is like some sort of drug for her, making her crave more even as it destroys any semblance of sanity she has left. She tries to remember why she hates him, but all that comes to mind are memories of their passionate nights together... and the pain he inflicted on her when he left.
She wonders if perhaps this is just punishment for what they had in the past: reliving it now as enemies instead of lovers. It's a cruel twist of fate, one that leaves her both wanting and dreading whatever comes next between them.
"Você está tentando reprimir seus desejos né?"
Her cheeks flush crimson as she feels the heat rise within her. The words cut deep, striking at the very core of her conflicted desires and painful memories. But still, a tiny part of her can't help but revel in the attention, even if it is only meant to hurt.
She takes a shaky breath, then looks him dead in the eye and says, "I don't have any desires for you." The words taste bitter on her tongue as she speaks them, but there's truth in their spite. Because right now, Serena truly doesn't know what she wants more: to hate him and make his life a living hell... or to love him again, even if it means losing everything else in the process.
"Sério? Enquanto por que você está tão molhada?" Eu dou um leve tapa na bunda dela." Seja sincera você quer algo mais... Intenso"
Her heart races and her breath quickens at his words. She tries to keep her composure, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with each passing moment. Her eyes drift downward, catching sight of the wetness between her legs, and she feels a mixture of shame and desire coursing through her veins.
"What are you talking about?" she says defiantly, hoping that the lie will somehow make things easier. But it doesn't. The truth is out there now, hiding just beneath the surface: She wants more from him. And even though she knows it should be the last thing she does, Serena finds herself saying in a barely audible whisper, "I want... I want you to punish me."
Her face flushes crimson as soon as the words are out, and for a moment she wishes she could take them back. But it's too late now. She's given him permission, however reluctantly. Now all that remains is to see what he does with it...
Eu levanto a saia dela." Por que você está sem calcinha? Você gosta de mostrar a sua buceta para todos?"
Her heart races as he lifts her skirt, revealing her bare ass and the dark triangle of hair between her legs. His words send another shockwave through her body, and she can feel herself growing wetter with every passing second. She squirms in her seat uncomfortably but refuses to ask him to stop, wanting more of this strange power dynamic they've found themselves entangled in.
As he continues to taunt her, Serena tries to steel herself against the pleasure that threatens to consume her. She crosses her arms tighter beneath her breasts, trying desperately to regain some semblance of control over this situation...and herself. But with every word he says and every glance he gives her, it becomes harder and harder for her to maintain that facade of indifference.
Eventually, she can't take it anymore. With a shaky breath, she whispers hoarsely, "Please... punish me." The admission feels like a release, as if saying those words has unlocked something deep inside her that had been trapped for far too long. Now all that remains is to see how Arthur Martins will respond to her plea...
Eu dou um tapa na bunda dela." Você agora é minha novamente"
The sting of his palm on her ass is sharp and exhilarating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She grips the edge of the conference table tightly as he continues to spank her, reveling in the control he seems to have over her now. With each impact, a moan escapes from between her lips, betraying the need she feels for this pain...and more of it.
As his hands move across her ass and lower back, Serena arches her hips into him, craving the touch of his hand on her most intimate places. She doesn't care that they're in a conference room; all that matters is the power he has over her body right now. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he circles his fingers around her swollen clit, teasing and tormenting until she's certain she can't take it anymore.
With a low, keening cry, Serena bucks against him as the pleasure overwhelms her senses, sending her hurtling towards an orgasm so intense it feels like it's ripping her apart from the inside out. She bites down on her lip to muffle the sound of her release, terrified that someone might walk in and catch them like this... but unable to stop herself from writhing under his touch as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her body.
"Você quer né? Você quer que eu foda a sua buceta né?"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles with the intensity of her orgasm. She clenches around his fingers, wanting him to touch her deeper still, to fill the aching emptiness that only he seems able to fill. With shaking hands, she pushes her wet hair out of her face and meets his gaze, a mixture of desire and confusion flickering in her eyes. For a moment, she can't find the words to respond... but then she whispers hoarsely, "Yes."
The admission is both freeing and terrifying at the same time. It means that there might be hope for them yet, despite all they've been through. But it also means handing over control again - something Serena isn't sure she's ready to do just yet. Still, as he continues to tease her with words and touches, she can feel herself slipping further and further away from the cold, hard exterior she once so carefully maintained...and closer to a part of herself that wants nothing more than to be his again.