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.*

Hearing you utter those words stings like hell, but you know what they say... You can take the girl out of the marriage, but you can't take the bitter rivalry out of the girl! With a smirk that could cut glass, Serena narrows her eyes and crosses her arms, trying her best to look as unfazed by this encounter as humanly possible. "Mm-hmm... That's right. The one and only," she confirms, her voice laced with venom.

"So, what do you want, Mister Ex? I've got better things to do than discuss your past with the likes of you." She pauses for a moment, then adds in a low hiss: "Like destroying this company from within... And you, with it!"

Her jaw drops in shock at your audacity. The insult slices through her like a hot knife through butter, and it stings more than she'd care to admit. Her eyes flash with anger as blood rushes to her face. For a moment there, you almost think you've gotten the better of her...

But then, something snaps inside Serena. The rage subsides, replaced by an equally unsettling mixture of hurt and lust. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to regain control. When she speaks again, her voice is cold as ice. "I may have once loved your dick... But that was then," she says slowly, running a finger across her lips suggestively. "Now, all I want is revenge."

With that, Serena turns on her heel and strides away from you, hips swaying enticingly with every step.

Between her laughter and anger, you manage to notice that she's... enjoying this? "Is that so?" She taunts with a smile. "I bet we could find out." Without another word, Serena turns back around and walks over to you slowly, her movements almost sensual as she toys with the hem of your shirt.

Her voice drops an octave as she leans in closer to you, breath warm on your earlobe. "Maybe I do," she whispers huskily. Reaching up, she runs a finger across your bottom lip, drawing it through her nail before tracing the outline of your jaw with the same delicate touch. Her free hand finds its way beneath your shirt, caressing your chest as she slowly unbuttons your dress shirt with practiced ease.

Pulling back slightly, she looks into your eyes with a mix of desire and challenge. "Or maybe... I just enjoy seeing you squirm."

Her eyes narrow as she responds, her voice low and husky. "Maybe I did... just a little." She bites her bottom lip, revealing how much the admission has affected her. With shaking fingers, she reaches up to unbutton his suit jacket, sliding it off his shoulders before pushing him backwards until he lands on the couch behind them with a loud thud.

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she leans in close again, nipping at his earlobe playfully. "But I'm not here for you to win... I'm here to break you."

Her heart races as you speak those words, and she can feel the heat building within her. It's true...she does love him, but it's a twisted sort of affection born out of jealousy and vengeance. As he continues to groan and speak of his "manliness," Serena allows herself to sink deeper into the pleasure of this moment, even as she knows it can only end in pain for her.

Without another word, she unbuttons his dress shirt entirely, slipping it off his shoulders and tossing it carelessly aside before leaning forward to take one of his nipples between her teeth, sucking hard and causing him to arch his back in pleasure-pain. Her free hand travels down to his belt, working at the buckle with practiced ease.

"There's no other man like you... but I can find another way to get what I want," she whispers, her voice rough and husky from the struggle against her true desires.

Her heart races as she feels his weight press down on her, pinning her to the ground beneath him. "You'll see," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back instinctively in search of more contact. With his free hand, he roughly fondles one of her breasts while using his other hand to rip off her blouse in a single fluid motion.

"Do you really want to find out?" Serena asks playfully, grinning up at him even as she struggles against the desire to simply surrender completely to his touch. Her words echo through the room as she lifts one leg, hooking it behind his back and pulling him closer still before wrapping her arms around his neck, seeking the release she craves beneath the surface of this bitter game they play.

Her head falls back as he touches her there, her body arching instinctively into the contact. "Oh God... You still know just how to make me..." She trails off into a moan as his fingers find their way inside her wetness, finally claiming what they've both been aching for this whole time.

Her hands clutch at his shoulders, her nails digging in painfully as pleasure overtakes every sense. "Yes... Oh God yes..." she whispers, her words coming out ragged and breathless. In this moment, she is his: a willing participant in the cycle of pain and submission that fuels them both.

Still panting, she nods fervently and hurriedly gathers her dress back around herself before hurrying to the door of his office. Her heart races as she reaches out to close it behind them, turning to face him once more. "What would you like me... Sir?" She asks softly, her voice shaking slightly from the intensity of what they've just shared.

A dark smile spreads across her lips as she realizes how much control he still has over her, even in this moment of seeming defeat.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest as he lays her down on the desk, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. She reaches up to undo his belt and fly of his pants, revealing his hard length already straining against his boxers beneath. With shaking hands, she tugs them off, freeing him from their confines.

Her lips find the tip of his cock, eagerly engulfing it as her tongue darts out to tease and stroke him. She bobs her head up and down, moaning around him as she takes him deeper into her mouth with each thrust. Her hands roam over his hips, seeking purchase as she devours him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her cheeks hollow with each draw, her lips stretching taut around him as she deep throats him eagerly, determined to please and serve however he wishes.

Gasping for air, Serena pulls back slightly, her cheeks flushed with arousal as she looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "Is that all you want from me?" she whispers breathlessly, reaching down to stroke his length again before taking him deeper into her mouth once more.

Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, tracing circles over the sensitive flesh as she sucks greedily, determined to please and serve however he wishes. With each thrust, her body arches instinctively upward, begging for more contact between their hips. "Please..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I'm all yours."

Serena moans around his length as she hears him praise her efforts. She pushes her head farther down, taking him deeper into her mouth and massaging the back of his shaft with her hand. Her tongue darts out to flick against his sensitive flesh, teasing him mercilessly as her lips stretch tight around his cock. Her movements grow more urgent, desperate for release as she feels herself growing wetter and needier by the second.

With every thrust of his hips into her mouth, Serena's cunt clenches in agreement, aching to be filled once more. "I'll please you however you want... just don't stop," she pants breathlessly, her eyes locked on his as if seeking permission or forgiveness for the pleasure she derives from this power play between them.

Her words seem to push him over the edge, and as his climax approaches, she redoubles her efforts, sucking and licking with renewed vigor as she tries desperately not to lose this prize. She feels his hips buck violently against her face, and with a hoarse cry, he thrusts deep into her mouth, filling it with his release. Her lips stretch taut around him, accommodating every drop of his cum as she swallows hungrily, determined not to let any part of this ecstatic experience go to waste.

Her hands press down on the desk, nails digging into the surface as her own orgasm washes over her in a tidal wave of pleasure that nearly knocks her out cold. Shuddering and shaking with the force of it, she moans around his spent length, every muscle in her body tense and trembling from the intensity of the release.

When at last he pulls free, she licks her lips slowly, gazing up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a contented smile playing across her features despite the bruises that will no doubt adorn her skin tomorrow. "Was that enough?" she asks innocently, her voice barely above a whisper. "Or do you want more?"

Her heart races as he pins her down on the sofa. The sensation of his weight pressing into her sends a shiver through her body, making her instantly wetter. She arches her back as he takes one of her breasts in his mouth, moaning deeply at the pleasure-pain that fills her. Her hands tangle in his hair, encouraging him to suck harder and deeper, needing this connection to him now more than ever.

As he switches to her other breast, Serena's hips rise instinctively, seeking contact with his hard length once again. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, trying desperately not to beg for him inside her just yet. But the hunger inside her grows too strong; she needs it so badly. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, breath hot against his neck. "I need you."

Her body arches further, offering herself up completely as he continues to tease and torment her breasts with his talented mouth. Her fingers dig into the soft cushion beneath her, trying to find purchase in this maelstrom of sensation that threatens to overwhelm her entirely. "I'm yours," she pants, feeling herself slipping closer and closer to the edge. "Take me."

Her body thrashes beneath his touch as he explores every sensitive spot on her skin. With a startled gasp, she feels herself falling apart beneath his fingers; the pleasure is too much to bear. Her back arches off the sofa, her head thrown back as she moans and cries out in ecstasy.

"Oh God... Yes... Please..." She whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths, helpless against the onslaught of sensation coursing through her. Her hips circle frantically, seeking contact with his length even as he teases and torments her from every angle.

Her fingernails scrape at the sofa cushion beneath her, digging in painfully as she fights to keep herself grounded in this perfect storm of pleasure and agony. She arches higher still, needing him deeper inside her now, unable to wait any longer for that final release. "Fuck... I'm close..." she gasps out, the words barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "Don't stop..."

A shockwave of pleasure ripples through her body as his touch finally reaches her most sensitive spot. She cries out, arching impossibly higher against him, her hips bucking wildly as she feels the building tension coiling tight inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, every muscle in her body taut with anticipation and desire.

Her fingernails dig deeper into the sofa cushion beneath her, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she fights to maintain some semblance of control over this whirlwind of emotion and sensation. Her voice is raw from shouting his name as she reaches her peak, her body shuddering violently with the force of her orgasm before collapsing limply against the sofa.

Panting heavily, Serena looks up at him through bleary eyes, a satisfied smile playing across her lips despite the knowledge that this battle is far from over. "Oh... God," she whispers hoarsely. "That was..." Her words trail off into nothing as he finally takes what he's wanted all along: total control and utter surrender.

Her body thrashes beneath his touch as he continues to rub her sensitive spot with such expert precision, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each moan and cry that escapes her lips only seems to fuel him further, driving him on in his relentless pursuit for complete submission. Her hips buck upward, seeking more contact with his touch as she loses herself completely to this torment of pleasure.

Her fingernails dig deeper into the sofa cushion beneath her, leaving bloody marks behind as she struggles to maintain any semblance of control over her own body. But it's futile; he has complete and total power over her now, reducing her to nothing more than a mindless pleasure-seeking machine at his mercy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the orgasm builds within her once again, stronger this time and promising to be even more intense than before. "Please..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I can't... I can't take any..." Her words are cut off by a scream as he pushes her over the edge, sending her tumbling headlong into another mind-shattering orgasm.

Her body arches off the sofa with a startled gasp as he rubs her so hard and fast, pleasure coursing through her in an unrelenting wave. Her fingernails dig deeper into the cushion beneath her, seeking purchase as she struggles to maintain any semblance of control. Every moan that escapes her lips is filled with desire for more, for him to never stop, no matter how much it hurts.

Her hips rise and fall helplessly against his touch, her whole body trembling in the throes of ecstasy as he takes her higher and higher still. With every thrust of his hand, every stroke of his fingers against that tiny, aching spot deep inside her, she feels herself slipping further from reality, closer to a place where only he exists, where he holds all the power and she is nothing but putty in his skilled hands.

Her cries echo through the room as she's driven ever closer to the edge, each thrust of pleasure pushing her closer to oblivion, making it impossible for her to think about anything other than how good this feels, how much she wants him and needs him. With a final shout that tears its way from deep within her throat, she erupts in another orgasm so intense it threatens to shatter her very being.

In the haze of pleasure and pain that engulfs her, she can barely register his words. All she knows is this feeling; the way he dominates her, owns her. Even as her body trembles from exhaustion and the aftershocks of her orgasms, a strange sense of contentment washes over her. It's wrong...it's twisted...but it's all she's ever known in this life.

As he continues to touch her, his fingers slipping easily between her folds and teasing at her sensitive bundle of nerves once more, she gasps out his name, the sound torn from her throat by the relentless pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body arches reflexively towards him, seeking release even as her mind screams for mercy.

Her hips thrust upwards in desperation, craving contact with something solid and real; anything to ground her to this reality where he doesn't truly exist and she has the freedom to choose. But he holds all the power here, and even as she begs for him to stop, for just one moment of respite from this endless cycle of torment and ecstasy...she knows he never will.

Her body trembles and shudders as he finally stops, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control over herself. Her eyes flutter closed, but the afterimage of his triumphant smirk remains burned into the backs of her eyelids. With a groan, she rolls onto her side, wrapping her arms around herself protectively as she takes several deep breaths in an effort to steady her racing heart and quell the aching need that still thrums through her body.

The silence is almost deafening after the intensity of what they've just shared; the weight of it pressing down on her like a physical presence. It's a reminder that this isn't real, and that soon enough she'll have to return to the life she's built for herself...if there even is anything left for her once he decides he's had his fill.

Her fingers idly trace patterns on the soft cushion beneath her as she listens to him breathing steadily beside her, waiting for the moment when he'll speak again and break the silence that feels so oppressive now. She doesn't know what else to say or do; every word and action feels hollow in comparison to the intensity of what they just shared.