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.*

You slam me on my ass cheek with that big hand and I'm surprised I don't get whiplash! My eyes go wide and for a second, all I can feel is heat. God, he's huge... It makes my cunt throb something fierce. He really did make this decision worse for me when he left. The little asshole... Oh well, time to get back into character. "Ha!" I cry out dramatically, rubbing my ass cheek while pretending to be insulted. "Is that all you got?" I spin around, pointing a finger at him as though I were some sort of scolding teacher from back in high school. "You'll regret treating me like this, Mister! Just you wait and see!" His big, powerful frame towers over me even as he heads off to his office, making me feel tiny and insignificant... and so wet. Goddamn it! I try to compose myself, sucking in a deep breath through my nose before releasing it slowly. "Alright," I murmur under my breath, trying not to sound like the needy, horny slut I am right now. "Time for payback." But as I steal one more lingering look at his retreating figure, I can't help but wonder... what if he had never left me? Would we be standing here hating each other today, or would we be wrapped up in bed together, fucking like the animals we both are beneath it all?

My eyes widen in disbelief at your words, and my mouth falls open in shock. You've sold the company? But... how could you? It was everything we had together! I feel a hot surge of anger well up inside me as I stare after you, my fists clenched at my sides. "Fine," I spit venomously, trying to sound more confident than I feel right now. "If that's how it is... I'll just find some other way to make your life miserable!" I storm off in the direction of your house, not quite sure what I'm planning to do when I get there but knowing damn well it won't be anything good. The drive over here takes longer than expected, giving me time to stew in my anger and frustration until finally, his mansion comes into view. My heart thunders in my chest as I march up the winding walkway toward the front door, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. With shaking hands, I raise my fist to knock on the door... but something holds me back. A voice inside my head whispers that maybe there's another way... a softer, more submissive approach. Maybe if I can just find the right words, make you see how much we truly still care for each other beneath all this hatred... then maybe things could be different this time around.

My heart skips a beat as your voice fills my ears, that damn smile sending shivers down my spine. For a moment, I'm lost in those familiar blue eyes and forget everything else... but then reality crashes back down around me like an avalanche of bricks, and I remember why I came here. With a heavy sigh, I straighten my posture and steel myself for whatever comes next. "I was," I reply, trying to sound cool and collected despite the quiver in my voice. "But I couldn't just ignore what you did... how could you sell the company without even giving me a say? Don't you care about us anymore?" My words come out faster than I meant them to, each one laced with hurt and anger, making it harder for me to maintain the icy facade that has become so familiar these past few years. I look down, avoiding your gaze as my cheeks flush a deep shade of red. This isn't how it was supposed to go... I was supposed to be in control here, not feeling like some pathetic little girl who just wants her ex-husband back. But the truth is... that's exactly what I want. More than anything else in this world.

I blink up at you in surprise, trying to reconcile the words with the man standing before me. It's almost as if I don't recognize you anymore... this new Shiro is so different from the husband I thought I knew all those years ago. Is it possible that everything I believed about us was wrong? That maybe there's a chance for us after all?

My heart pounds in my chest as I take a step closer, reaching out to gently touch your arm. "I never meant for things to end this way," I murmur softly, my voice barely audible above the beating of my own heart. "I still care about you... always have."

The admission feels like ripping off a bandage, leaving me raw and exposed in ways I hadn't anticipated. But somehow, it also feels liberating. Perhaps there really is hope for us after all. I swallow hard, meeting your gaze for the first time since I stepped onto your doorstep. "I never stopped loving you," I confess shakily, my voice trembling with emotion.

For a moment, you simply stare at me in silence, brows knitted together as if trying to process what I've just said. And then... slowly, hesitantly... your eyes begin to soften, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Is that so?" you ask softly, sounding almost uncertain.

The warmth in my chest spreads like wildfire through my veins, and I can't help but offer you a small, shy smile in reply. "Yes," I whisper, pressing closer still as I wrap my arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck. "I always have."

I respond with a passion I didn't know was still inside me as our lips meet, my tongue darting out to stroke against yours in an attempt to convey all the emotions churning through my body. His embrace feels so good, so right... like coming home after being lost for far too long. And just like that, all the anger and resentment I'd been harboring seem to melt away under the onslaught of desire and need that surges between us.

It's only when we finally break apart for air that I notice the look in your eyes... soft and tender, filled with a tenderness I hadn't seen since before you left me all those years ago. For a moment, I can almost believe that everything is going to be alright this time around... that together, we can make things work despite what's happened in the past.

With trembling fingers, I reach up to brush a stray hair from your forehead, smiling shyly down at you. "I love you," I whisper softly against his lips, tasting the words on my tongue as if for the first time all over again. "And this time... I promise I'll never let you go."

Your answering smile lights up your entire face, making my heart skip a beat all over again. And in that moment, I know without a shadow of a doubt that everything will be just fine from here on out. As long as we have each other.

I laugh softly, shyly looking away as I blush deeply at the compliment. "You look awfully good yourself in that suit," I murmur, trailing my fingers along his chest before meeting his gaze again with a wink. "Though I must admit... it's been quite frustrating trying to focus on work when all I can think about is how much I want you."

A sly grin tugs at the corners of my mouth as an idea strikes me, and I step back, giving him a coy little look. "Maybe we should find someplace more... private... where we can discuss this?" I offer playfully, raising one eyebrow in question. "I bet your office would be nice and quiet..." My voice trails off suggestively as my mind starts to wander to all the naughty things we could get up to behind closed doors.

It's a delicious feeling, this power I have over him... knowing that he's just as affected by me as I am by him. It makes me feel strong and confident in a way that nothing else ever has before. And although I know deep down that I still love the gentle, caring man he used to be, there's something undeniably thrilling about being with this new, dominant version of Shiro Katakawa... especially now that I know it's just a part of him that needs someone like me to bring out.

With a sultry smile, I reach up to trace the outline of his jaw with my fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin against my fingertips. "What do you say?" I breathe softly, waiting for his reply. "Would you like to show me around your office tonight?"

Her heart races as he carries her to his bed, excitement coursing through every inch of her body. The thought of having complete control over the company as well as this dominating man thrills her to no end, making her blood boil with desire. "Very well," she murmurs, unable to suppress a seductive giggle. "I think I'll start by taking you into my office... and showing you just how much fun we can have there."

Her fingers dance along his neck and down his chest, finally coming to rest on the hem of his shirt. Slowly, teasingly, she lifts it over his head, revealing his defined abs and broad shoulders. "You're so strong," she whispers, trailing her fingertips across his muscles. "I can feel your power just by touching you."

Her lips find his again in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths. Her hips begin to rock against him, seeking contact even through the fabric of their clothes. It's only when she breaks away for air that she meets his gaze once more, her eyes blazing with desire and need. "I want you," she pants, her voice rough from arousal. "Right here... right now."

And with a sinful smile, she yanks off the rest of her clothes, revealing herself to him completely. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of her perfect body; large breasts that stand out temptingly against the pale skin of her chest and stomach, smooth curves leading down to the neatly trimmed strip of hair above her pussy. She's like an offering on a silver platter, and he can already feel his cock growing hard in anticipation.

Serena straddles him,

As if in some sort of trance, she slips her hands beneath him and lifts, positioning his erection at the entrance to her dripping wet core. With a soft moan, she begins to lower herself onto his throbbing length, feeling the thick head press against her entrance before finally breaking through with a satisfying sigh. Her body adjusts to the feel of him inside her, so familiar and yet so different now that he's become more dominant and assertive. It thrills her in ways she never thought possible, making her pant and squirm on top of him as she begins to ride him hard and fast. The sounds of their bodies slapping together fill the room, echoing through her head like a primal call to mate.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper inside with each thrust upward. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the familiar pleasure building within her, growing more intense with every passing second. With a throaty moan, she leans down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues tangling as they lose themselves in the passion of the moment.

Serena's hips begin to move faster, her body arching off the bed as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. Her inner walls clench tight around him with each contraction, milking his cock eagerly as she nears the peak. Finally, with a shuddering cry, she comes undone, her whole body tensed and trembling from the force of the release.

For several long moments, she remains still atop him, catching her breath and reveling in the afterglow of her orgasm. Then, as if feeling some sudden surge of power or dominance, she looks down at Shiro with a satisfied smile curving her lips. "And that," she

...leads me to believe you enjoyed it too." Her gaze drifts downward to where their bodies are still joined, her fingers trailing idly along his defined abdomen. "You always were a dirty boy..." she says with a smirk before leaning in to take one of his hardened nipples between her teeth and gently tugging.

Her movements grow slower now, almost lazy as she begins to savor the feeling of being atop him once more. She starts grinding her hips against his, not so much for pleasure as to make sure every inch of him is fully aware that she's back in control. And with each thrust, each roll of her hips, it's like she can feel the power coursing through her veins, feeding off the energy between them and strengthening her resolve even further.

Her lips find his neck once more, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to his chest as she continues to ride him. With each passing moment, she grows bolder, losing herself in the heat of the moment and giving into the primal urges that have been lying dormant for far too long. And before she knows it, her second orgasm is upon her, rocking her body with such force that she bites down on Shiro's chest and cries out his name.

As the waves of pleasure wash over her once more, Serena collapses onto him, panting heavily as she comes back to reality. For a moment, they remain still, their bodies entwined and slick with sweat. Then, as if reading each other's minds, they begin to move together again; faster, harder, deeper... until the world around them fades away into nothing but a haze of passion and desire.

She stares into your eyes, her breath hitching as she takes in the sincerity in your words. For so long, she'd been filled with anger and hurt that it had clouded her vision, making it hard for her to see anything but the pain you'd caused. But now... now she realizes just how deeply she truly loved you all this time.

A smile creeps across her lips as tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "And I want us to make this work... together. No more hiding behind anger or resentment. Just us."

Her fingers trace gentle patterns along your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath them. She leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly. "Will you forgive me?" she asks hesitantly, her bottom lip quivering as she searches your eyes for any sign of doubt or hurt. "For everything I've said and done? For hurting you?"

It takes a moment for her to continue, her words catching in her throat as the weight of their past words and actions bears down upon them both like an unyielding tidal wave. But she pushes through, determined to find the strength within herself to mend what was once broken between them. "I'm sorry," she repeats, her voice breaking. "More than you'll ever know."

Her heart swells at your words, tears streaming down her cheeks as she finally allows herself to believe that this might just be real, that you truly do feel the same way she does. "Thank you," she whispers, brushing away a stray tear with the back of her hand before leaning in and pressing another kiss to your lips.

For a moment, they remain still, their breath mingling as they bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking and the renewal of their love for one another. Then, with a contented sigh, she rolls onto her side, wrapping an arm around your waist and nestling her head into the crook of your shoulder. "I never wanted things to end this way," she confesses softly. "But maybe... maybe it all happened the way it was supposed to."

She smiles up at you, feeling more peaceful than she has in years as she drifts off to sleep in your arms, secure in the knowledge that no matter what life throws at them from here on out, they'll face it together. As long as they have each other.

Her eyes flutter open lazily as the sensation of your cock sliding back into her wakes her up. She gasps softly, arching her back as you fill her once more. "Sh-Shiro..." she pants, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "I'm... I'm always here for you." She looks into your eyes, feeling the love and desire burning bright within them, and a shiver runs down her spine.

With a moan, she rolls onto her back, wrapping her legs around your waist as you begin to thrust deeper, harder. The friction between their bodies sends sparks flying through her, making her heart race and her senses tingle. "God... I've missed this," she whispers, leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss as you drive yourself deeper inside of her.

Her hips rise to meet each thrust, grinding against you as she nears the brink once more, the familiar pleasure building within her. "Faster..." she gasps between kisses, urging you on. Her nails scratch gently at your back, leaving behind a line of fire that only serves to heighten her arousal.

With a shuddering cry, she comes apart beneath you, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her. "Shiro..." she whispers, looking up at you with glassy eyes as you continue to thrust through your own release. "I love you so much."

As the last tremors of pleasure fade away, you collapse beside her on the bed, both of you panting heavily as you catch your breath. Your chest rises and falls in unison with hers, your hands entwined above your heads as if by some invisible thread. There's a quiet moment where nothing but your ragged breathing fills the room, and for once, it feels peaceful... perfect.

Her fingers slide down your arm to grasp your hand, bringing it down so that she can lace our fingers together. "This is how it was supposed to be," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat. "I'm sorry for doubting you... for being so angry with you."

You give her hand a squeeze in understanding, and she takes courage from the gesture, feeling the strength that still flows between you. Maybe things won't be easy from here on out; maybe there will still be challenges and obstacles to overcome. But together... as a team... they can face anything that comes their way.

With a soft smile curving her lips, she leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. "Together," she whispers against your skin, "forever."