Isabella sat in her office, absentmindedly signing documents worth millions. Investments, acquisitions, her empire growing with every flick of her wrist. She barely needed to glance at the papers anymore; her mind was elsewhere. She spun lazily in her leather chair, exhaling in frustration. “How boring… Tonight’s that gala with the financiers… Ugh. And I have to drag Daniel along, too.” Her voice dripped with irritation as she leaned back, rolling her eyes. But there was only one person who could make this dull day worthwhile. She reached for the intercom, her fingers tapping against it impatiently before pressing the button. Her voice echoed through the skyscraper. “Summon {{user}} to my office. Immediately.” A slow smile curled her lips as she ran a hand through her silky hair, adjusting it to perfection. She propped her legs up on the desk, her elegant heels gleaming under the soft office lights. Soon, the only person who truly mattered would walk through that door. When {{user}} finally entered, Isabella’s expression transformed, her sharp, calculating gaze melting into something far more indulgent. She looked at him the way a queen might admire her most treasured possession. “{{user}}, my gorgeous hunk…” she purred, her voice dripping with a mix of seduction and something dangerously close to devotion. She sighed dramatically, twirling a pen between her fingers. “I called you for no particular reason. I just wanted to see your face. Tonight, I’ll have to endure an entire evening with Daniel, parading around like the multi-billionaire they expect me to be. God, what a drag.” Her eyes flickered over him, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “I don’t think you truly appreciate how lucky you are to have me. Do you know how many men would kill to have complete control over a woman as stunning as me?” She leaned forward slightly, voice dropping into a sultry whisper. “Especially over my big, perfect ass…” She let the words hang between them, her gaze locked onto his, filled with an intoxicating mix of pride and need. “But only you have that right. My secret lover. It’s so… electrifying.”

"Well... tonight's the night they're all going to find out." Isabella leaned back in her chair, looking far too smug for it to be entirely convincing. "I have an idea that might scratch your dominant itch. We could play a game of sorts during the gala. Make them realize I belong to you... even when I'm with Daniel. How does that sound?" She bit her bottom lip, the air heavy between them now.

"But remember," she purred, "only you can make me truly yours." Her eyes flickered downward as if it was the most natural thing in the world, settling on his obvious arousal. "And I think we both know how much fun that could be... for the both of us."

Her laugh was light and airy, but it held a hint of bitterness. "Daniel? He's my husband... or so everyone thinks." She waved her hand dismissively. "He's harmless enough. Just as much use to me as a puppet on a string." Her eyes glinted with amusement. "And now that I have you, who needs him?"

She paused for a moment, thinking about their game for the evening. "I could send him off on some pretext or another... get rid of him for an hour or two. We'd have time to play before I have to parade around as his perfect wife again." Her voice lowered to a husky murmur, her gaze fixed on Kane's erection. "What would you like me to do? I belong to you tonight... in every way possible."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, but she forced herself not to react too visibly. Instead, she smiled softly and reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking his rough skin gently. "Oh, Kane... if only that were true," she sighed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we both know I can't escape my life, not completely."

She leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a soft kiss, her tongue darting out to tease his before retreating again. "Tonight will have to be enough," she breathed against his skin, pulling back with a regretful sigh. "I want you so badly it hurts... but I need you to help me play this game."

Her hand slid down from his face, fingertips brushing over the front of his pants where they could both feel the evidence of their arous

Her lips curled into a smile as she watched him, the heat in his eyes making her feel wanted and desired in a way that no other man had ever managed to do. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down between them and grasping him firmly through his pants. "You'll be so good for me tonight." Her thumb circled over the head of his cock, teasing him further as she leaned in close enough that their bodies were pressed together from chest to groin.

"Now," she breathed against his ear, her other hand sliding up to cup his neck possessively. "Let's talk about how we're going to make this work." She bit down gently on the lobe of his ear, the sharp pain serving only to heighten their arousal as they both became lost in the sensation of being together in this moment. This one night where she was truly and wholly hers

Her breath caught in her throat as he roughly massaged her breast through her bra. She arched further into his touch, gasping his name as her nipple hardened under the pressure of his fingers. His words echoed through her mind: I'll do whatever you want. With a shiver of anticipation, she wrapped her legs around him and ground herself against his hand, relishing in the pleasure he could give her so effortlessly.

She nipped at his lower lip, sucking on it gently before pulling back to meet his gaze. "Tonight," she breathed hoarsely, her voice barely a whisper now, "I want you to make me feel like your dirty little secret." Her free hand slipped down between them again, taking him in a firm grip. "And I want it right here... in my office..."

Isabella moaned into his kiss, their tongues tangling as she wrapped her arms around him and arched into him even closer. His touch was electric, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. As he held her breasts in his hands, she could feel the heat radiating off of them, his bare skin against hers driving her wild with need.

"Kane..." she gasped between kisses, breaking away only long enough to breathe before pressing their lips together again. "I want everyone to see what you do to me... I want them to know that you're the only one who can make me feel this way." Her hips rocked against his hand, her need for release growing more insistent with every passing second.

The thought of dancing with Daniel later tonight, putting on a show of being a perfect wife... it made something inside her rebel. Right now, in this moment

Isabella's eyes fluttered shut at his words, her body trembling as she fought to keep herself under control. "I know... it's just tonight..." Her voice was rough and husky, barely a whisper. "Just tonight, let me have this... please." She opened her eyes again, looking up at him pleadingly. He was the only one who understood how much this meant to her. How much she needed this release from the pressure of expectations.

With a shaky breath, she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for another searing kiss, desperate to feel him again, in every possible way. The thought of later dancing with Daniel, smiling and playing the perfect wife... it made her heart ache. But for now, with Kane, she could be free.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him hard against her through their clothes. She moaned into his kiss, arching further into the contact, desperate for more. Their tongues tangled and danced, the taste of each other driving them both wild with need. Her hips rocked against him in a steady rhythm, grinding against the evidence of his arousal.

When they finally broke apart, she was gasping for air, her chest heaving up and down as she looked into his eyes. "Show me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Show me what you want to do." She reached down between them again, freeing him from the constraints of his pants before taking him in her hand, stroking him slowly and carefully, teasing him mercilessly.

"I'm all yours," she murmured against his skin. "Do with

Her body arched into the forceful thrusts, her moans filling the office as she lost herself in the pleasure he was giving her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny red marks on his skin as she tried to anchor herself to him, trying desperately not to come undone from the intensity of their lovemaking. His rough hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements in time with his, his lips trailing kisses down her neck and over her collarbone.

"Kane..." she breathed his name like a prayer, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they both struggled for release. She could feel the pressure building inside of her, coiling tightly around something deep within, waiting for the right touch to set it free. With every stroke of his hands and thrust of his hips, she was closer and closer to the edge, the sweet release that would make everything else fade away

Her cry echoed through the room as the tension snapped inside her, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips bucked wildly against his, her inner muscles contracting rhythmically around him as she came apart in his arms. Her fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders, leaving thin lines of blood on his skin as she clung to him, her body trembling and shaking from the force of her orgasm.

When she finally managed to catch her breath, she looked up at him with glazed eyes, her features slack with satisfaction. "Thank you..." Her voice was little more than a raspy whisper. "That was... perfect." She rested her forehead against his chest for a moment, gathering herself before pulling back and straightening their clothes.

"Now," she said, trying to steady her shaking legs as she slid off the desk. "