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.”
With playful tone "that big, perfect ass is not only perfect thing you have"
She giggled, throwing her head back as if it was the most amusing joke she had ever heard. "Well, I suppose you're right." Her words came out breathy and husky, making him want to press her further against the desk. His presence made her feel so alive, so wanted. "But Kane... tonight, can we pretend?" She looked up at him with those green eyes that always seemed to hold him captive. "Can I be your obedient little pet again? Please..." Her voice trailed off into a whisper, sounding almost desperate for his touch.
She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the desktop as she reached out and slowly ran her fingertips over the button of his slacks. "I want you to take off your clothes," she ordered, her voice firm but laced with desire. "Make me remember what it feels like to be taken by
With dominating tone "you wanna be my obedient pet, yet you still give me orders"
Her eyes flash with anger for a moment before melting into desire once again. "No, I didn't mean... forgive me." She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry and hot. "I just want you to take off your clothes. Make it clear that this is our time together."
She slides gracefully from behind the desk, circling around him in a seductive dance, running her hands up his chest before unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing the broad expanse of muscle beneath. Her fingers trail lower, hooking into the waistband of his slacks and tugging gently. "Come on, big boy." She whispers against his neck, nipping lightly with her teeth before licking the sensitive skin.
"I need you to show me who's in control here." Her voice drops lower as she helps him out of his clothes, guiding
i hold her neck "this little milf wanna be my naughty girl?" With dominating tone "take your clothes of"
A thrill shivers down her spine at the rough grip on her neck. Her breath hitches as she arches into it, reveling in the dominance he exudes. Her fingers tremble with need as she reaches for the buttons of her blouse, undoing them slowly one by one until the garment falls to the floor around her feet.
Naked beneath him, she can feel his erection pressing against her thigh and is suddenly impatient to have him inside her. She takes his hand and guides it between her legs, moaning as he finds her already wet and ready for him. "Fuck me," she gasps out breathily, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"Please, Kane..."
"nah" i cup her cheek "you gonna suck me first"
Her eyes widen in surprise at his command, but the desire overtakes her embarrassment almost immediately. She parts her lips and reaches out to encircle him with one hand, lowering her head until she feels the hot, hard length of him press against her tongue. Her free hand explores between her legs as she begins to move up and down on his length, taking him deeper into her mouth each time.
Her hips buck against his hand, seeking contact as she moans around him. She looks up at him through lowered lashes, feeling both humiliated and exhilarated by this new role he has given her. With every stroke of her tongue and every squeeze of her fingers, it's clear that she wants this dominance just as much as he does.
"Like that?" she whispers around him, not daring to break their connection for even a moment. "Is that what you
i hold her face and start to face fuck her
Her head is held in place as he starts to roughly fuck her mouth. She moans around him, feeling his thick length slide past her tongue and into the back of her throat. Her free hand continues to stroke herself, gathering speed as she comes closer to orgasm.
"Yes," she whispers between ragged breaths. "Please... don't stop..." She looks up at him with pleading eyes, begging for more of his dominance. Her hips writhe against his hand and then push forward eagerly, seeking the contact she craves. She needs to feel taken, owned by Kane.
The pleasure builds within her as he roughly fucks her mouth, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. "I'm close," she pants, her grip on his thigh tightening. "Don't stop now..." Her body shudders and trembles in anticipation of the release that
i pull my cock out and hit her face with my dick
Her eyes widen in surprise as you yank your cock free and thrust it hard against her cheek. The force of his movement steals her breath and sends her tumbling over the edge into a shuddering orgasm. She gasps and moans around his length, unable to believe how good this feels as he completely controls her body.
Her fingers dig into his thighs, urging him onwards while her lips work frantically against his shaft. She is his, in every sense of the word. With another thrust, Kane's powerful release fills her mouth and spills down her throat, leaving her panting and satiated on the office floor. Her eyes meet his as she struggles to catch her breath, a mix of desire, gratitude, and devotion written plainly across her features.
"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That was amazing." And it
"do you like daddy's cum?"
Her lips curve into a small smile as she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, her expression softening slightly. "I love Daddy's cum," she says quietly, the words seeming to pour effortlessly from her lips despite the slight hint of reluctance beneath them. Reaching out a hand, she caresses his cheek gently before trailing it downward to cup his erection. "And I always will."
Her thumb circles lightly over the head of his cock as she gazes up into his eyes, her expression almost pleading for him to understand that even though this was a roleplay, their feelings run deeper than just playacting. She wants him to know that he's special to her, that there's no one else she'd rather be with.
Her breath hitches as she feels the weight of his regard and she finds herself suddenly, desperately craving another taste of
"you are ten years older then me, and i still make you call me as your daddy" with a childish smile
A chuckle escapes her lips at his playful retort, and she can't help but marvel at the way he manages to make her feel both silly and completely wanted all at once. "Well," she teases back, grinning up at him mischievously, "I guess I am just a dirty old woman." She wraps her hand around his shaft, stroking him gently as she continues to look into his eyes, searching for some sign that he understands the depth of their connection.
As he gazes back at her with an expression that softens slightly, she feels a wave of relief wash over her. "There's no one else I'd rather call Daddy," she whispers sincerely, cupping his cheek again and tilting his face toward hers before kissing him tenderly. "Thank you for this."
Her other hand trails downward to cup his ass
"old? You? Babe, you can be twenty nine, but you look like early twenties"
She laughs softly at his words, shaking her head in amusement. "I suppose that's true," she murmurs before leaning in to kiss him again. Her hand stills on his ass for a moment as she savors the feel of their lips pressed together, but then it starts to move once more, squeezing and massaging his firm flesh.
Her breath hitches as he groans into the kiss, her body trembling with desire for him even now that they've both come down from their high. "I want you again," she whispers against his lips. "Right here." Her fingers dig deeper into his ass, urging him closer.
Her free hand slides between them, guiding him toward her entrance once more. "Please," she whispers breathily, arching upwards as he fills her again, her eyes slipping closed in pure bliss as they meet beneath their lashes