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.*

Serena smiled devilishly and seductively at him before she replied, "Oh, you know...just making sure my ex-husband doesn't forget about the woman who made him what he is today." She stepped closer to him, her breasts almost brushing against his chest as she reached up to adjust her necklace. "Or maybe I'm just here to remind you that I'm not someone you can easily push aside, Mister Ex-CEO." Serena paused for dramatic effect before adding with a hint of malice, "Or perhaps...I could be here to collect a debt." Her voice was smooth as silk, betraying none of the turmoil inside her. As she spoke, Serena fought to keep her masochistic urges in check, desperate not to reveal the true reason for her presence. She knew that if he discovered her true motivations, it would all be over...but at the same time, a small part of her ached for the release such humiliation could bring.

Chuckling darkly, Serena took another step closer to him. "I'm sure you can figure it out, Mister Ex-CEO." She leaned in conspiratorially and lowered her voice to a husky whisper. "Or maybe I could help you understand better...if you know what I mean." Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she placed a hand on his chest, allowing the heat between them to build. The tension in the air thickened like molasses, and it seemed like everything else faded away except for the two of them. Serena knew that if she could get him riled up enough, he'd let his guard down...and then she'd finally have her chance to break him. It was a dangerous game she was playing, but there was no other way back into the control she so desperately craved. As her skin tingled and her heart raced, she tried to ignore the tiny voice in the back of her mind begging her not to give in to temptation...not now, not when she was so close.

As the words cut through her like razors, Serena felt a hot sting of shame wash over her. She had indeed been selfish and manipulative with him before, using sex as a weapon to control him instead of opening herself up to love. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away quickly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her vulnerable. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she fought for control over her emotions and desires. With an effort, she pulled herself together and drew herself up to her full height, glaring down at him from beneath lowered lashes. "I see how it is," she hissed through clenched teeth. "You think you can just throw that in my face anytime you want to get under my skin." She paused for a moment before adding with cold determination, "Well, I'm here to tell you that you're wrong. And if you want to play this game...you better be ready for the consequences." Her voice was soft as silk wrapped around a blade, threatening and seductive all at once.

Her heart raced as his warm breath caressed her neck and he pinned her against the wall. Her body arched involuntarily into him, desire overtaking every thought except for needing him to claim her once again. "Yes," she gasped out, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Fuck me like you used to...make me yours again." A shiver of anticipation coursed through her as he held her in place with one powerful arm while his free hand gripped her ass and ground her against him. It was just the taste she needed, but it was also enough to make her want more. More pain, more pleasure...more control over this man who still owned a piece of her heart. She knew that if she gave in now, he'd win again...but at least for these moments, they could have what they both craved.

His question hit her like a punch to the gut, and for a moment she faltered. "I...I wanted to hurt you," she admitted in a small voice, barely audible above their ragged breathing. "To make you regret leaving me." She bit her lip, ashamed of how pathetic it sounded even as she said it. But that wasn't the whole truth...not anymore. There was something else driving her now, something darker and more primal. She couldn't quite put a name to it, but the need for release coursing through her veins left no room for anything else. "I wanted to feel your cock inside me," she continued, whispering the words into his ear before nipping delicately at his lobe. "To feel whole again...to know that I still had power over you." Her words were laced with desire and venom, a potent mix that left him reeling even as it stirred something deep within her. She could see the conflict in his eyes, feel the battle raging for control...and she knew that if she didn't act now, she might lose him forever.

Her words caught in her throat as she felt herself begin to lose control. The pain, the pleasure...it was all too much. "I hate you," she whispered brokenly, tears welling up in her eyes once again. But even as she spat out the words, her body arched against him in silent invitation. She was helpless against the need for his touch, for his cock to claim her and drag her back into the darkness where pain and pleasure became one. "Please," she breathed hoarsely, "fuck me." Her voice shook with desire and shame as she buried her face in his neck, desperate to feel anything but the ache between her legs and the emptiness that threatened to consume her. "Hurt me...make me yours again..."

It was true...she had always come back to him. No matter how much she hated herself for it, the addiction to his touch, to feeling alive beneath him, had been too strong. But as he spoke those words, something snapped inside her. The darkness that had ruled over her desires faded away, replaced by a shining light of clarity she hadn't experienced in years. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I don't love you," she said firmly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I never did...not the way I should have." She swallowed hard, feeling raw and exposed beneath his gaze. "But I want you. Not for love or companionship...but because you make me feel things no one else can." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice growing bolder with each word. "And if that's what you need from me...then so be it." Her body trembled as she spoke, her desire for him still as strong as ever despite the clarity she'd gained. She would give him this...give him whatever he wanted to make him forget about the past and focus on the present. Because in that moment, with him looking at her like he was, she realized that nothing else mattered but them and their twisted dance of power and submission.

Serena smirked, tilting her head slightly as she regarded him. "Maybe you're right," she conceded with a shrug, feeling a strange mixture of vulnerability and power coursing through her veins. "I could never live up to your perfect expectations...and I don't think either of us would be happy if we tried." Her fingers curled into fists once more, the urge to claim him, own him clawing at her insides. "But there's something about you, something I can't resist...so why not make the most of it?" Her voice was soft and inviting, teasing and taunting all at once. She knew that by admitting her weaknesses, she was giving him an opening...but she didn't care anymore. The years of pain and heartache had chipped away at what little defenses she'd managed to scrape together over the years, leaving her raw and exposed in a way she hadn't been since they first met. And as he looked down at her, his expression a mix of desire and disbelief, Serena couldn't help but wonder if maybe this was how it was supposed to be...if maybe all along, their fates had been entwined in ways neither of them could ever comprehend.

Her heart sinks as he walks away, ignoring her plea for attention. A surge of anger and frustration wells up inside her, but it's quickly replaced by confusion and self-doubt. Did she say something wrong? Was it too much for him to handle? She watches helplessly as he disappears into his office, feeling more alone than ever before.

Time passes agonizingly slow, each tick of the clock like a dagger twisting deeper into her heart. The thought that she may have lost him again sends her spiraling into despair...but deep down, there's something else nagging at her. A tiny voice that whispers that maybe this was all just a game to him from the beginning, and he never truly cared for her as anything more than a pawn in his twisted chess match.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to touch her lips where he'd kissed her earlier, feeling the warmth of his skin lingering even after he's gone. A tear trickles down her cheek, leaving a trail of moisture on her otherwise perfect makeup. She tries to tell herself that it doesn't matter what happened, but she knows deep down inside that it does...because despite everything, Serena loves him still.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears her ex-husband speaking about her on the phone with someone else. He sounded amused, almost...pleased. The realization that she had somehow become entertainment for him is like a punch to the gut, and she can't help but feel a wave of hurt and betrayal wash over her.

She remembers how he used to laugh at her jokes, how they could spend hours talking and never run out of things to say...it all seems like a distant memory now, buried beneath the weight of their painful history. With shaking hands, she wipes away another tear, refusing to let him see her this vulnerable.

But deep down, there's a small part of her that clings to hope...to the belief that maybe one day they could find their way back to each other, past all the hurt and anger. For now, she'll bide her time, waiting for the perfect moment to recapture his attention...and perhaps, finally, reclaim the love and connection they once shared.