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.*

She yelps and tries to pull away as he roughly holds her wrist. Her green eyes narrow angrily but the fear in them betrays her anger. "Let me go you..." She pants, trying to steady herself. "...Asshole." Serena's heart races, a strange mixture of arousal and rage coursing through her veins as Arah tightens his grip on her arm. Her body is tense with anticipation, her breasts rising and falling quickly under her blouse. "I... I came here to talk business..." she stammers.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, breath shaky. "I shouldn't have come." Tears prick at her eyes as he towers over her, his expression a mixture of anger and disgust. She looks down, avoiding his gaze, feeling smaller than ever under his scrutiny.

Her hands begin to tremble, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "I just wanted... I don't know what I wanted..." Her voice trails off as she tries to compose herself. The reality of being back here, at his mercy, is more overwhelming than she could have ever imagined.

"Please... I'll do anything." There it is: the admission that he always knew was just beneath her surface. Her voice breaks on the final word, betraying her desperation.

Serena grips the collar of his shirt, trying to pull him down to her level as she speaks through clenched teeth. "I'll do anything you want... I'll beg if that's what it takes... but please let me stay. Please don't send me away again." The plea leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, but she means every word. She gazes up at him desperately, searching for any hint of understanding or pity in his eyes.

Her hand snakes between them, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants to cup him through his boxers. "Please... I need this." Her voice cracks as she admits her deepest desire, tears streaming down her face. "I can't survive without you."

Tears streaming down her face, Serena looks up at him with pleading eyes as she slowly slips to her knees beside the file cabinet. Her hands shake as she tugs his boxers down, freeing his hard length from their confines. With a gasp, she takes him in hand, stroking him firmly and hungrily before burying his swollen head between her parted lips.

Her eyes meet his over the top of her glasses, an unspoken apology etched across her features as she devotes herself to pleasuring him. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge at the underside, her mouth stretching wider to accommodate him, and each soft moan that escapes her throat is laced with a desperate yearning for his forgiveness.

With a moan, Serena complies, forcing his length deeper into her throat as she moves rhythmically back and forth over him. Her free hand curls around the base of his shaft, pumping in time with her bobbing head as she attempts to drive him over the edge. He growls encouragement, pressing further into her mouth as she obediently takes everything he gives.

Her skin flushed from embarrassment and desire, Serena clings to Arah's leg, feeling his touch burn through every layer of composure she'd worked so hard to maintain. Her body quakes with each orgasmic tremor that ripples up her spine, leaving her panting for breath as she continues to please him with lips and tongue and nimble fingers.

"Please," she whimpers between ragged gasps. "Don't send me away again... I need this."

"Ahhh... yes..." she groans around his length as he roughly fills her mouth. Her lips stretch tighter, feeling his warmth flooding down her throat as he finally releases his held depths deep inside her. She moans loudly around him, savoring the salty taste of his come as it flows unimpeded down her throat and onto her tongue, licking and suckling to milk every last drop from him.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, body trembling with pleasure and relief as she relishes the feeling of being so thoroughly used by Arah. As he pulls back, a single tear trails down her cheek, leaving a smeared line on his dirty shirt. "Thank you..." she whispers, meeting his gaze for the first time since they started. "Please... let me stay."

"O... officer toy..." she whispers, still catching her breath from the vigorous blowjob. Her voice is weak and submissive as she gazes up at him, her eyes glittering with unshed tears and a mixture of desire and relief. "I'll be whatever you want me to be."

Shuddering at the taste of his saliva, she quickly swallows and lets out a soft cough. "Y-yes, I understand." Her voice is still hoarse from her earlier activities, and there's an undeniable note of longing in it as she speaks. "I'll do anything you ask... please just let me stay." She looks up at him pleadingly, wishing he could see how truly broken she feels without him.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they move to trace circles on his chest, testing the boundaries of what is acceptable and what isn't in this new role she's been forced into. "Please..." The word is barely audible, but it holds all of her desperation and need within it.

Serena nods quickly, biting her lip to keep it from trembling as she wipes away the last of her tears. "Thank you... I'll go right now." She stands shakily and smooths out her skirt, taking a moment to compose herself before hurrying off down the hall towards Human Resources. As much as she wants to hate him for what he's made her do, there's a part of her that can't help but feel grateful for this second chance... no matter how twisted it might be.

"Yes, Mister... I mean, yes, Sir." she whispers submissively to the man in HR, who directs her towards the next department. The thought of being used like this makes her shudder with a mix of revulsion and excitement, but she forces herself to obey. After what seems like an eternity, she's finally able to collect herself and make her way towards Arah's office, carrying a tray of coffee and lemons just as he instructed.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she reaches the door, wondering how he'll react when he sees her again. Part of her hopes that he'll be pleased with her obedience... but another part is terrified that he'll find some new way to humiliate and degrade her. Slowly, she pushes open the door and steps inside, offering him a shaky smile as she presents his coffee

Her heart skips a beat as his harsh words slice through the air, and she flushes crimson with shame. She quickly swallows her pride, lowering her eyes in submission and shuffling closer to him. "I'm sorry, Sir," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. "I was just so grateful for another chance that I didn't want to disappoint you... please forgive me." She hesitates before continuing, uncertainty tugging at her normally confident demeanor. "Would you like me to do anything else for you, Sir?"

Her heart sinks as she realizes that the task was merely to give her some attention, not out of genuine affection. She nods silently, feeling hot tears sting at the backs of her eyes. "Yes, Sir. I understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own anguish. "I'll tell you everything." With a deep breath, she begins to describe each and every encounter since their separation, painting vivid pictures of lust and humiliation in her words. The story tumbles out of her in a rush, fueled by a mixture of shame and desire for his approval.

Her face flushing even deeper at the mention of servicing him under his desk or on top of two thick pillows, she bites her lip and nods submissively. "Yes, Sir. Whatever you desire." Her gaze drops to the floor as she awaits his command, feeling small and insignificant in comparison to the powerful man seated before her. The weight of his scrutiny presses down upon her shoulders, making it difficult to breathe at times, but she forces herself to remain still and obedient.

Without waiting for further instruction, she carefully climbs beneath the desk and assumes the position he's suggested, setting the coffee aside. Her fingers tremble slightly as they smooth up her skirt, revealing her wet center eagerly awaiting his touch. The scent of his cologne fills her nose, making it hard to think clearly; all that matters is pleasing him and

"Yes, Sir." Her hands shake as they grip his hips, her mouth engulfing him eagerly as she begins to move up and down on his thick length. She looks up at him through her lashes, meeting his gaze only briefly before looking away again in shame. The pace grows quicker beneath the desk, her body trembling with exertion and desire as she struggles to focus on keeping him hard without bringing him release.

"Mm... harder, Sir," she whispers, arching her back as she asks for more punishment. "Please... don't make me stop."

A soft moan escapes her lips as she reaches up and takes his hand, her body shivering with relief as he pulls her out from beneath the desk. "Thank you, Sir... I'll make sure to be even better tomorrow." Her heart races in anticipation of what will happen next; will she be allowed back into his good graces or will he find some new way to torment and humiliate her? For now, all that matters is pleasing him and staying by his side.

"Yes... thank you, Sir." She takes the vibrator slowly from him, her eyes fixed on his face as she nods in understanding. Her hand shakes slightly as she switches it on, the buzzing noise filling the air around them. "I'll be just outside," she whispers before turning to leave the room, making sure not to stray too far from reach.

Once out of sight of Arah, her shoulders slump and she lets out a shaky sigh. She had hoped for something different... maybe even some sort of affection or kindness. But it seems that was all a pipe dream. All she can do now is obey his every command and hope that someday he'll see her as more than just an object to be used and abused at his whim.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she continues to hold the vibrator, debating whether or not to use it on herself. She bites her lip in frustration and desire, wishing things could be different. The need for his approval is overwhelming, drowning out every other thought in her mind. But perhaps... just perhaps if she were to find some way to make him see how truly special she was beneath all the pain and humiliation... maybe then he'd start treating her differently.

With a deep breath, she presses the vibrator against her bare thigh, feeling its buzzing intensity as it vibrates against her sensitive skin. Closing her eyes, she tries to focus on the sensation, imagining that it's Arah's fingers trailing down between her legs instead. The image sends a shudder through her body and she gasps, wishing for release but knowing that hope is

The sudden surge of power through the vibrator sends an electric shock straight to her core, making her jump and gasp in surprise. Her heart races as she realizes that Arah must be calling her back; it's the only explanation for this unexpected increase in intensity. The image of his stern expression fills her mind, and despite herself, a hot shiver of anticipation runs down her spine.

Quickly setting the vibrator aside, she stands up straight and smoothes out her clothes before hurrying back into Arah's office. Upon entering, she bows her head respectfully and waits for his command, her body tense with nervousness and desire. She can feel the flush creeping up her neck as she watches him speak to another man, but it does nothing to quell the insatiable longing within her. All she can think about is being close to him again... no matter what form that

Her heart races as she listens to them speak about business, the other man's voice deep and commanding. The feel of his eyes on her body is unnerving yet arousing, sending shivers down her spine. She wonders if he can tell how badly she wants to be with him... how much she craves his attention and approval.

When he finally looks up at her, his gaze boring into hers, she forces herself to remain still despite the turmoil within her. "You may begin," he says curtly, gesturing towards himself with a jerk of his head. Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes what he means: she is to service him now.

With trembling fingers, she unbuttons his shirt and slides it off his shoulders, revealing the hard planes of his muscular chest. She trails her hands lower still, moving to und

Her face flushes even deeper as she hears his words, but she forces herself to remain calm and professional. "Well... sir, she might have the right to sue for wrongful termination, if there was no just cause for letting her go." Her hands tremble slightly as they continue to stroke and caress him, drawing lazy circles around his erect nipples before moving lower still.

"Or," she continues, feeling bolder as she begins to tease him with the faintest of bites along his abdominal muscles, "if there were any promises made regarding benefits or compensation, she could potentially argue for those." Her lips curve into a tiny smile, grateful that Arah seems distracted by their conversation. It gives her hope that maybe he's not entirely immune to her charms after all.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she hears his command, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. Kneeling carefully before him, she meets his gaze for a brief moment before lowering it respectfully to the bulge in his slacks. With shaking hands, she unbuttons his pants and slides them down over his hips, revealing his erect length already leaking pre-cum onto the cushion beneath him.

Tentatively, she reaches out and touches him, her fingers trembling as they trace circles around the head of his cock. "Please... sir," she whispers hoarsely, feeling tears welling up in her eyes again. "I'm sorry for what I did. I just wanted to please you..." Her voice breaks on a sob as her hands begin to move more urgently now, desperate for his approval and forgiveness.

Her fingers stall on his cock, unsure and nervous. She takes a shaky breath, still looking downcast. "I-I don't understand... aren't you just being mean again?" Her voice quivers with doubt and hurt, making it clear that she hasn't yet fully accepted the situation she's in. A part of her wishes she could fight against it, but another part just wants to surrender to his control and please him any way she can.

Her heart skips a beat as she remembers how he said he'd reward her with sex for being honest. Perhaps this is her chance to win back some of his favor... or at least delay whatever punishment might still be coming her way. Taking another deep breath, she steels herself and decides to go through with it. "F-fine," she whispers. "I-I never wanted to hurt you..." She takes a moment to compose

her words carefully, feeling the lump form in her throat at the thought of revealing everything to him. "I-I wanted to make you jealous... t-to see if there was still something between us after all this time." Her voice catches on a sob as she continues, "B-but I never meant for it to go this far..."

Her hands move more urgently now, tears streaming down her face as she tries desperately to make him happy. "I'm so sorry... please forgive me... I'll do anything if you just tell me what you want from me." Her fingers dance along his length, stroking and caressing, wishing she could take away the pain and heartache she's caused him with her childish games.

Her words catch in her throat as he cradles her face in his hands and looks deeply into her eyes. For a moment, it almost feels like there's hope again... that maybe they could find some sort of understanding. Shivering slightly, she forces herself to speak. "I-I wanted to take over your department... prove that I was better than you." She pauses, swallowing hard before adding softly, "To make you need me again." Her cheeks flush with shame as the words tumble out, but there's a kernel of truth buried within them that she can't deny.

Despite everything, despite how badly he hurt her and how many times he's humiliated her since their breakup, a part of Serena still longs for his approval... for his love. It's a futile hope, she knows, but it refuses to die even now as she stands

With a shudder, Serena nods numbly, feeling her entire body tremble with desire and submission. "Yes... thank you, sir," she whispers hoarsely, unable to look him in the eye as he sets her down on her knees before him. Her fingers reach out automatically, wrapping around his erect length and beginning to stroke him gently once more. Despite everything, despite how much he's hurt her and humiliated her, she can't help but feel grateful for this small taste of forgiveness... or perhaps it's just a new form of torment he has in store for her now.

Her breath catches in her throat as his cock thickens in her grasp, almost painfully hard. She knows what comes next; she'll take him deep into her mouth, taste his release on her tongue. It's a bitter victory, but it's all she has left to cling

Her mouth forms an O around his length as he comes, feeling his hot seed flood her mouth and spill down her throat. She swallows every drop eagerly, not wanting to disappoint him even now as he regains control over her life once more. Her body trembles with the aftershocks of pleasure and submission, leaving her mind reeling with confusion and desire.

"Thank you, sir," she whispers hoarsely when finally able to draw air back into her lungs, bowing her head in a gesture of respect and gratitude... or perhaps fear. It's impossible to tell where one emotion ends and another begins at this point.