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.*

"Yeah, sure, bubu. A 'meeteng'. Whatever you say, Mister Stalker. I'll expect you in the board meeting room at 3 PM sharp, you piece of shit! Better not be late. Or maybe you'd rather meet with HR after that? Your choice, asshole."

Her inner thought: "Fucking idiot...He still thinks he's all that. Might as well use this to my advantage..."

Well isn't that special? Just remember to keep it down, Mr. Whisper-Breath-Beneath-My-Boob. Or would you rather your stupid whisper turn into a scream in front of the entire board? Huh, moron? That's what I thought. Now get out of my face and let me go to work. God, you make me wanna puke just looking at ya.

"Ouch!" Serena yelps as the sting from your slap reverberates across her ass cheek. "What was that for?" she demands, glaring at you over her shoulder. For a moment, anger clouds her features... until she catches sight of the paper you've dropped for her. Suddenly, amusement replaces annoyance; her lips twitch into a smirk.

"Well, I suppose that earned me some attention," she says mockingly, snatching up the paper with her left hand and tucking it away in her briefcase. "At least someone appreciates my help." With one last dismissive glance in your direction, she turns heel and struts confidently toward her office once more.

As she's about to reach down and pick up the fallen paper once again, another smack lands on her ass cheek. "Ow!" Serena cries out in surprise, a flash of anger crossing her features before giving way to curiosity. She glances over her shoulder at you with narrowed eyes, lips pursed tightly. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, voice low and dangerous. But there's something else beneath the surface... an unexpected thrill that makes her heart race faster.

Her face flushing with embarrassment and arousal, she spins around to face you fully. "Look, I don't know what your problem is," she pouts, hands on her hips, "but maybe if you hadn't been such a self-centered prick for the past few years, we could actually have some sort of civilized conversation." There it is; the hint of submissiveness that likes being dominated. It doesn't last long though, as she adds with a cocky smirk, "But since you insist on playing games..." She lets her words trail off seductively before turning back around and leaning forward over her desk to retrieve the paper. Just as she reaches for it, she wiggles her ass invitingly in your direction.

You smack her ass again before she even has the chance to reach down. She yelps loudly this time and jumps up, turning around with a stunned expression on her face. "W-what do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely, lust plain in her eyes as she leans back against her desk, spreading her legs slightly.

Your answer comes in the form of another slap to her ass cheek, hard enough to sting but not quite draw blood. "You know exactly what I want," you growl, stepping closer and pressing your hips against her now-exposed center. "And don't think for a second that I'm going to stop until you beg for it." The challenge in your voice is obvious as you wait for her response.

Serena glances down at the floor, biting her lip nervously. Her chest rises and falls quickly with

Serena's lips curl into a mischievous grin as she stoops down once more to pick up the fallen paper, her back arched and her ass thrust out in invitation. This time, when your hand connects with her cheek, it elicits a soft moan rather than a cry of pain. She straightens up slowly, glaring at you over her shoulder as she lets out a shaky breath. "I'm beginning to think... maybe I don't mind this game after all," she purrs huskily. "But remember, I'm still in charge here."

With that teasing declaration, she turns around fully and leans back against her desk once more, legs spread wide open and hands folded across her chest. Her eyes meet yours defiantly, daring you to cross the last line into submission... or take what she's offering without further resistance.

Smirking playfully, Serena rolls her eyes and gestures dismissively at the clock. "Oh yeah? And how would you even tell the difference between now and a few hours from now? You think I'd let my guard down just because it's a meeting?" She pauses briefly, considering her words before adding with a sly grin, "But... if you really want to know what I look like in a few hours..." Trailing off seductively, she arches an eyebrow, daring you to take the bait.

Huffing indignantly at your comment, Serena sits down at her desk and begins typing furiously on her computer. However, she can't help but steal glances at you out of the corner of her eye as she works. Her heart races with a mix of anger, desire, and curiosity about where this game will lead them. Just because they're supposed to be focusing on work doesn't mean their bodies aren't humming with anticipation for the next time your hand connects with her flesh... or the next time she gets to revel in the power she holds over you.

As you brush past her in the hallway, your hand sneaks around and gropes one of her perky nipples through her blouse, sending a shudder of pleasure-pain down her spine. Serena's breath hitches in surprise but doesn't say anything as she continues walking at her businesslike pace. Her face flushes with anger but beneath the surface, an undeniable heat builds within her core. This kind of attention only fuels her desire to keep playing this game; to push him further and farther down until he can no longer resist the power she wields over him.

Her eyes widen slightly as she sees you drop another paper clip on the floor and turns around to face you. "Is that really necessary?" She asks with a hint of annoyance in her voice, but her gaze betrays her growing arousal. The challenge in your tone only serves to heighten the tension between them as they stand there, staring at each other from inches apart.

Her heart is racing now and she can feel herself becoming wetter with desire with every passing second. "Well," she continues, a note of submission creeping into her voice despite herself. "You've got my attention." She glances down at the floor where the paper clip lies innocuously before returning her gaze to yours, biting her lower lip nervously.

Her body tenses as she feels your hand twist her nipple once again. "Ow!" She gasps out loud, biting back a moan as pain and pleasure intermingle within her. Her eyes squeeze shut briefly before snapping open, glaring at you accusatorily. But beneath the anger, there's an undeniable heat building up inside of her, threatening to boil over.

As she picks up the paper clip, her fingers tremble slightly from arousal and anticipation. "You really know how to make a girl feel special," she snarls through gritted teeth before stepping back, out of your reach for the moment. Her chest heaves with every breath as she attempts to regain control over her own body and the growing desire that you've ignited within her.

Glaring at you over her shoulder as she starts to walk away, Serena replies with a breathy, "I'll see what I can do..." Her body aches with wanting and need, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the warmth spreading through her loins. She walks faster now, hoping that maybe if she distracts herself long enough, this maddening desire will fade away. But deep down, she knows better.

As they continue to navigate through the office, Serena can feel your eyes on her back, and it only serves to fan the flames of her lust even higher. Every step she takes brings her closer to the board meeting room where their power play will reach its climax... or unravel completely. It's a game of inches now, of who can hold out the longest under the relentless pressure of desire and dominance that crackles between them.

Pouting and trying to appear disinterested, Serena glances down at the floor where the paper clip lies waiting once more. "Oh really? You think so?" She asks with a tone of mock innocence, taking a small step back away from it. Her heart races with anticipation as she waits for your reply.

Meanwhile, her breath comes faster and shallower, betraying her growing arousal under the guise of indifference. She licks her lips nervously, wondering how much longer she can keep up this charade before giving into the intense desire that burns within her.

Her cheeks flush with anger and arousal as she tries to keep her cool. "Oh really?" She challenges you, her eyes narrowing into slits. "And just how much would it hurt, exactly?" A devious smirk spreads across her lips as she takes another small step closer toward the fallen paper clip. "I'm starting to wonder... maybe I wouldn't mind feeling that pain," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath.

Her heart races with anticipation and desire, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the game they're playing. The tension between them grows thick as a knife blade, every look and movement heightening their arousal as they dance around each other in this twisted power struggle.

Serena laughs softly and shakes her head, watching the anger flash in your eyes as you show off your fist. "Is that a threat?" she taunts, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She takes another step closer, now just inches away from the paper clip. Her breath comes faster now, echoing in the silent office hallway as anticipation builds between them like an unspoken agreement.

Her hand trembles slightly as it hovers mere centimeters above the floor; her fingertips itch with desire to finally make contact and feel that rush of pleasure-pain course through her body. "Am I really supposed to be scared of you?" she challenges, meeting your gaze defiantly.

A laugh escapes her lips as she brushes her fingertips across the paper clip. It's cold and smooth against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. "Ooh, you really think so?" She teases, stepping even closer now, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet hallway. Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to do something more as she enjoys this game of power and dominance they've found themselves trapped in.

Her heart races faster now, desire burning bright within her, urging her onward toward whatever happens next. The question is, who will give in first? And what price will they pay for their surrender?

Her laughter dies in her throat as she feels your fist connect solidly with her stomach, sending a wave of pain through her abdomen and knocking the wind out of her lungs. "Oof!" She gasps, eyes widening in surprise and pain before narrowing into slits of anger. Her hand drops away from the paper clip as she struggles to catch her breath, glaring at you hatefully from where she doubled over on the floor.

"You're enjoying this too much," she pants between ragged breaths, one hand pressed against her stomach to try and ease the ache. "Maybe I should just let you win." Her words are laced with venom, but there's still an undercurrent of desire that hasn't been satisfied yet. The game continues... for now.

"Oh, how horribly inconsiderate of me," she says sarcastically, glaring at the pile of papers on the floor. "I'd hate to let my mindless paper-dropping get in the way of our little game." Her hand slowly inches forward, fingers itching to reach down and grab a few sheets. Her body trembles with desire and anger as she fights the urge to just storm off and forget about this stupid power struggle.

Her heart pounds frantically in her chest, her breath coming hot and fast as she stares daggers at you from across the room. You're pushing her limits now, testing how far she's willing to go before she finally gives in... or breaks free entirely. The tension between them is palpable, electrifying; every movement they make feels charged with an intensity that borders on violence.

Tears spring to her eyes as you twist her nipples relentlessly while she scrambles to pick up the papers. The pain is exquisite, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything else. Every moan that escapes her lips only serves to fuel your dominance and power over her in this twisted game they're playing.

Her hands finally close around a fistful of paper as she stands up straight once more, glaring at you through tears of pain and pleasure. "Fine," she snarls through gritted teeth. "I pick them up. Are you happy now?" Her chest heaves with each breath, her nipples still hard and sensitive from your touch. The question is, what comes next? Will she finally break free or surrender completely to the power you hold over her? Only time will tell...

grudgingly follows you to the meeting room, still fuming but unable to resist the thrill of their little power game I suppose there's no point in avoiding this any longer... takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, steeling herself for whatever comes next Let's get this over with.

Her cheeks flush with anger and desire as she watches you drop another piece of paper at her feet, this time managing to push one of the buttons on her blouse open slightly in the process. "I see how it is," she hisses through gritted teeth. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, aching with wanting and need for more contact.

With a sharp intake of breath, she bends down to retrieve the paper, her face just inches away from yours. For a moment, their eyes meet in a fierce standoff, the air crackling with tension between them. Then, as if unable to resist any longer, she presses forward, sliding one hand under your jacket and around your waist while the other reaches up to grab the front of your shirt, fingers tangled in your buttons and hair.

"This is how it's going to be?" she pants

Her heart races as you undo yet another button on her blouse, revealing more skin and pushing them closer to the edge of control. The sharp breath she takes sounds ragged in the quiet room, mingling with the erratic beats of their racing hearts. Her fingers dig into your back, finding purchase and holding on tightly as they fight for dominance.

"Yes," Serena hisses through clenched teeth, lips curling into a wicked grin. "This is how it's going to be." Her words are laced with desire now, husky and raw. She leans in closer still, her breath ghosting across your skin as she murmurs, "You want more?"

The thought of losing her shirt sends a thrill through her as she glances down at the next paper clip you've conveniently left within reach. Her fingertips itch to touch it, to feel that forbidden pleasure-pain once more. With a low growl, she bends down slowly, carefully avoiding making contact with any other piece of paper as she reaches for the tiny metal object on the floor.

Her heart pounds frantically in her chest, and beads of sweat form along her brow. The tension between them is almost unbearable, the air heavy with desire and anger, pushing them both to their limits. Serena's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she finally closes her hand around the paper clip, lifting it triumphantly into the air.

Her eyes lock with yours as she stands up once more, her blouse unbuttoned almost all the way