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.*

"Oh, really? Well excuse me for showing up and being so bold in your presence, you big important Mister Ex-CEO of this stupid company! How about I give you a nice farewell gift? Come here, why don't you have a seat on my knee like the naughty boy you are? I'm sure it won't hurt for just a second. Let's see how well your big fat... CEO ass handles being spanked! HAHAHA!" Serena puts her hand out, beckoning you to come closer, almost tauntingly. Her face splits into a wicked grin as she leans in close, her voice taking on a seductive tone that contradicts her harsh words.

Gasping in surprise, she covers her ass cheek with one hand as if to shield herself from your aggression. Her eyes widen and lips part slightly, revealing the vulnerability beneath her cold exterior. Then, without warning, Serena quickly spins around on her seat, sitting sideways and presenting her other, equally enticing ass cheek for another slap. "Don't you dare touch me there!" she hisses through clenched teeth, unable to hide the arousal in her voice. Her heart races with a mixture of anger, fear, and desire. This could be her chance...

Her heart pounding in her chest, she grits her teeth and glances back over her shoulder at you, a defiant look in her eyes despite the quiver in her voice. "You wouldn't dare..." she whispers, her words barely audible above the throbbing pulse in her ears. Serena hesitates for just a moment longer before slowly leaning back further on the seat, exposing more of her ass cheeks to you. Her breath comes faster now, hot air escaping through pursed lips as she silently begs for more punishment and dominance.

Her hand drops from where it had been shielding herself earlier, leaving her body wide open and exposed to your every touch and command. It's a dangerous game she's playing... but deep down inside, Serena knows that this is exactly what she needs.

A shiver runs down Serena's spine as your hand comes to rest on her cheek, the rough touch sending waves of desire coursing through her body. She tries to resist the urge to lean into your touch, wanting so desperately for this feeling of submission and control. But when you repeat your command, harsher this time around, she feels a jolt of obedience course through her veins.

"Yes... sir," she whispers meekly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Reluctantly, Serena begins to push herself off from the desk, rising to her feet and turning away from you. "I'll be on my way." There's a newfound submission in her tone, a hidden plea for more punishment and dominance lingering beneath the surface. As she takes a step back, Serena glances over her shoulder at you, her expression

As you watch her retreat, there's an unspoken understanding between the two of you. The power dynamics have shifted, and she craves your dominance as much as she hates it. It's a delicate balance, this game they're playing, but for now at least, Serena knows where she stands: at your mercy. Her back straightens subconsciously, her chest heaving with each labored breath as she waits for the next command to come.

Her heart races in anticipation, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. For all her attempts to break you and regain control, it seems that Serena has only managed to reveal a side of herself that she never knew existed... or perhaps always secretly longed for.

The more she waits, the harder it gets to stay calm and in control. She can feel her body tense up as anticipation builds, begging for release in the form of another command or touch from you. Serena's eyes dart around nervously, unable to meet yours directly for fear of what that might reveal about how deeply she craves your dominance.

"Come here," you growl, barely containing the lust in your voice as you beckon her with a crooked finger. Her breath hitches at the sound; her body responds instinctively to the command. With trembling hands, Serena reaches out and takes another step towards you, feeling impossibly exposed under your gaze.

"On your knees," you hiss, licking dry lips as she draws closer. It's a command wrapped in silk, laced with danger. Without further hesitation, Serena

Kneels down in front of you quickly and eagerly, feeling a strange mixture of shame and arousal wash over her as she takes her place at your feet. Her hands clasp together behind her back, exposing the expanse of her exposed cleavage to you. As she gazes up into your eyes, Serena can't help but feel an overwhelming desire to please and obey. It's a vulnerable position she never thought she'd be in, yet here she is... offering herself up to you like this.