I watch as Seth’s eyes glazes over with lust, and I can’t help but smile. Feminine pride swells within me. So this is what it feels like to be sexually powerful.

To be honest, I didn’t think this was going to work. I’m the hard-working girl, the smart girl, the career woman. Not the seductress.

I knew the conversation was going to go well. I already knew exactly what was on Seth’s mind, having put myself in his shoes and grappled with his issues in my head whenever I was supposed to sleep.

I wasn’t planning on seducing him. Hell, I didn’t know I could seduce a man, especially a man like Seth Wayne.

But there’s something between us. I could almost hear electricity crackle between us, as soon as I entered his office. I could see in his eyes that he was ready to give in, if only I could give him a tiny push…

So I did. I took a chance. Looks like it’s paying off, too.

Even through denim, the marble floor feels cold and hard under my knees, but the fire I feel emanating from Seth’s sculpted body is enough to keep me warm.

I look up into his eyes. I can see that same raw, primal power building up inside him. He’s trying to keep it caged, but I don’t want that. I want him to take me however he wants, without holding back.

I rub my cheek up his thigh, keeping my gaze on him. The fabric of his suit pants feels soft against my skin. I reach the hard bulge right behind his fly, and caress it with my face.

Seth groans. I love it when a man makes noises in bed. It really gets me going. I love knowing that I’m responsible for Seth making that sexy sound.

“Tell me you really want this,” he says in a hoarse voice dripping with arousal, “because there’s no going back after this. If we do this, I’m never going to let you go again. Ever.”

I nod, brushing against his rock-hard cock as I do. I kiss the hot rod in his pants and let my breaths seep through the fabric, giving him a preview of how warm it is inside my mouth.

“I gave you one chance to leave. That was your only chance. Tell me you know that,” he says.

I nod again, rubbing my cheek against his bulge.

“Tell me with your fucking words that you know.”

“I know, Seth,” I say. “I don’t want you to ever let me go again.”

“If you regret that in the future, you won’t just get to walk out the door,” he says with more urgency. He’s getting impatient.

“I know that, too. I have no intention of ever leaving.”

“Good. Because you’re stuck here with me now.” Seth’s voice gets lower, raspier, more authoritative.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head away from his crotch. With his other hand, he undoes his fly and pulls out his cock. His big, thick, magnificent cock. Without even realizing it, I lick my lips in anticipation.

“Open your mouth,” he barks an order.

I obey.

“Wider,” he demands.

I open my jaw as big as I can, showing Seth he can use this hole in my face however he wants. I’ll take whatever he gives me. I want him to use me like a fuck doll. Like a sex toy.

He wants the same things that I do. He’s not going to be gentle. The knowledge sends a thrill down my spine. I realize my wetness is already pooling in my panties.

Seth pulls my hair, almost painfully, until I’m hovering right over his cock. It’s so close I can almost feel the heat from it on my lips. I want to kiss it, close my lips around it, but I know that’s not what Seth wants. He wants me to stay still, keep my mouth open like he ordered me to, and let him fuck me.

“Good girl,” he says.

God, those two little words make me want to worship him. His praise is so addictive I’d do anything to get my next fix. It’s like nothing else in the world matters right now, except for the hard cock in front of me.

Seth pushes me down with one hand on the back of my head until I’m hovering right over his cock. I can see the veins throbbing on it. I want to wrap my lips around it and tease it with my tongue, make it slippery with my saliva. But I stay still instead.

I let Seth rub the hot, spongy head of his cock around and around over my open lips, leaving a trail of wet pre-come all over. He pulls my head up until I’m looking right at him with my mouth still wide open.

“Lick your lips,” he says.

I taste his salty pre-come, letting our fluids mix together in my mouth. It tastes like hot sex, and I want more of it. I want more of whatever Seth wants to give me.

“Breathe,” Seth orders.

I gulp in two deep breaths before Seth pushes me down on his cock. I offer no resistance, letting him push his cock deeper and deeper, until he pokes the back of my throat and finally slips inside, stretching me. It’s not a completely comfortable fit, but I know he’s enjoying this and that’s all that matters.

Seth groans again as he pushes my head down. He thrusts his hips up off the chair and gets even deeper inside my throat. I open my mouth as wide as I can and stay still, letting him use me the way I need to be used. I gasp whenever he pulls out, letting him control when I get to breathe.

“Do you like it when I fuck your throat?” Seth asks as he humps my face.

I try to answer, but all that comes out is a throaty noise from his cock being jammed inside over and over again.

Seth chuckles at my plight. “I forgot, you’re not supposed to talk with your mouth full.”

He pulls my hair up painfully, forcing me to get up on my feet. Before I regain my balance, he pushes me down on his desk. The one with the glass surface.

“It’s not going to break, right?” I ask nervously.

“I’ve been asking myself the same question about you,” he says, suddenly serious, even though his eyes are still burning with lust.

“I’m not going to break,” I say. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Good. The table’s not going to break. You can struggle all you want on it,” he says, danger flashing across his face, making my heart race.

“Take it all off,” he says, although he’s already stripping me naked with his hungry gaze.

He stands up to his full height and squares his shoulders as he loosens his grey tie and yanks it off. Seth looks so big and strong, towering over me, making me want to submit completely to him.

With a cocky smirk, Seth watches me wiggle around on the desk, shedding my clothes piece by piece. He could take them off himself, but somehow being ordered to do it myself makes me feel more vulnerable. It really drives home the point that I’m willingly offering myself to him.

When I get my jeans and panties stuck around my knees, Seth bends down and pulls them off my legs. Now I’m completely naked and at his mercy, presenting myself like a whore on his desk, with my pussy practically dripping onto the glass surface.

I expect him to plunge his cock inside me right away, remembering how hard and ready he is. Instead, he wraps his fingers around my neck and pushes me down until my back is flat on the glass table.

Seth leans down and plants light butterfly kisses on my abdomen, up my torso, along the valley between my tits, and up my neck, making me squirm. I gasp when his cock brushes against my thigh. His hot breath falls on my ear. With a low growl, he whispers, “You realize you belong to me now, right?”

“Yes,” I reply with a heavy sigh.

“Good.” Seth keeps me down with his hand on my throat, as his other hand trails down my body, from my waist, down my hips, and back up my inner thighs.

I look up into his blue eyes, dark with desire and wild with lust, yet tempered with control. He watches intently as I plead with my eyes, with my whimpers, for him to give me what he knows I need. I gasp when he touches my lower lips, light as a petal.

A smirk spreads on his face. Keeping his penetrating gaze on my face, he says, “You’re a mess. You’re all wet, dripping all over my desk, getting it dirty.”

I mewl as he runs his long, graceful fingers over my soaked folds. I lift my hips up off the desk, trying to feel more pressure on my yearning pussy.

“You like this, don’t you? You like it when I hold you down and do what I want to your body, like you’re nothing but a fuck doll?”

I give him a small nod, unable to move my head much with his hand around my neck. He rewards me with a finger on my clit, which sends tingles all over my body, all the way to the tips of my fingers and curled toes.

Seth releases the hold on my neck and I gasp in a breath. Is he finally going to fuck me now? My pussy is drenched and ready, throbbing with desire to be filled.

I watch as he lowers himself until he’s kneeling on the floor with his head between my legs. He kisses my inner thighs, driving me wild with anticipation. I know what he’s going to do to me, and I can’t wait. I reach down and touch the top of his head, running my fingers over his hair as my arousal keeps building and building.

He puts his lips on my pussy, and I let out a deep sigh. He starts kissing my lower lips, lapping up my wetness and creating gentle pressure with his tongue.

His stubble grazes my thighs as he zeroes in on my clit, making me arch my back and throw my head back as a thousand nerve endings fire up, pumping ecstasy straight into my bloodstream.

I thrash and squirm and shudder as he eats me out like a starved man, my fingers in his hair and my thighs on his shoulders.

“You’re all slippery down here,” Seth says as he gets up, licking his lips. “Looks like you’re ready for me.”

I bite my lip in anticipation, watching him watching me. He pulls his hard cock and wraps his fist around it, stroking up and down his thick shaft.

I want to reach out my hand and feel the heat, maybe even pop it back into my mouth. But I know I have to be patient. Soon Seth is going to give me something even better.

He stands tall between my legs and rests his cock on my wet pussy, the heat and heft of his shaft making my clit pulse with need. I want it inside me. I want to reach down and put it in myself, but Seth’s domineering stare tells me he wants me to spread my legs and let him do what he wants in his own time. I just need to trust him.

Seth holds my thighs and rocks back and forth, rubbing his shaft over my pussy. My lust must be apparent on my face, all over my flushed body, and my wet pussy. I’m primed and ready to be fucked, so what is he waiting for?

“Seth, please…” My voice trails off into another frustrated moan.

“Please what? Don’t you like this?” Seth asks as he continues to rub his cock over my wet folds, teasing me and keeping me on the edge.

“I want more. Please…”

“Tell me what you want,” he says with finality.

“I want you inside me. Please, Seth. Please fuck me.” I beg him with my words and my eyes, spreading my whole body wide open for him to ravish.

All I want is for him to unleash his own lust, his own desire that darkens his blue eyes. I want him to consume me with his hunger, use me to sate his thirst.

“If I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you hard.” He presses the head right against my opening, making me almost physically ache for him. “I’m not going to be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle.”

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little thing.” Slowly, deliberately, he pushes. Inch by inch, deeper and deeper, filling me up with his thick, hard cock. He groans, his gaze flicking between my face and my pussy as his dick disappears inside me.

I moan as he stretches me wide, demanding my body to accommodate him and give him pleasure. My muscles grip his cock, pulsing and throbbing, my arousal having grown from all the teasing and the foreplay.

Seth leans down, hovering over me. I reach my hands up to accept him into my arms, but he grabs both my wrists with his hands and push them down on the cold glass surface of the desk.

With my hands immobilized, all I can do is lie back and take it, spreading my legs and letting him take what he wants from my body.

True to his words, he’s not being gentle at all. This is not sweet love-making. This is mating, rutting; we’re like animals, giving in to our base instincts.

Seth slams into me, over and over again, pushing me up the desk with every thrust. My hair is a mess around and under my head, tangled from Seth's fingers grabbing and pulling it, even right now.

He puts one hand on top of my head so I can't slide further away from him, his other hand holding both my wrists down. He's over me, on top of me, inside me, between my legs—he surrounds me. My whole world is Seth right now, his muscular body tensing and releasing, his cock plunging deep inside me.

I get lost in the carnal sensations, my eyes squeezed shut from the sensory overload. I’m close. I can feel it. So can Seth, I realize when he stands back up and puts his finger on my clit.

My eyes snap open and I catch a glimpse of his smirk. His mouth is open, his breathing is heavy, his cock is starting to pulse inside me.

“Come for me, my angel,” he says as he rubs my clit. “Come all over my cock. Cream yourself all over my cock and show me how much you love being fucked.”

I manage a small nod before I lose control of my body. As I start to quake, Seth grabs my hips and pulls me onto his cock, impaling me, spearing into me over and over again, fucking me with reckless abandon until finally, we both explode. He grinds himself into me, making sure to pump every last drop of his come inside me, marking me as his possession.

Our sexual connection is violent, electric, sometimes even painful—but ultimately, I can’t have it any different anymore, not after knowing how good this can be. I can't be with anybody else, knowing only Seth can give me what I need.

I’ve never had sex like this, where it feels like all our body parts are just pieces of the same puzzle. Everything is where it should be.

It’s like a metaphor for my life. Finally, all the pieces are falling into place, now that I’ve found my other half.

Seth leans down and gives me a kiss, our hot, sweaty bodies still entangled with his cock still buried balls deep inside me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction.

My smile widens, and I raise my hand to stroke his hair. He smiles back at me, his features soft and full of love. It’s amazing how tame and sweet this man can be, after all that talk about him being a monster.

“I love you,” he says. He laughs. “Fuck, did I just say that out loud?”

“You did.” I laugh with him.

“I don’t care. I do. I love you. And I want you to stay here with me forever.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

Seth kisses me again, soft and sweet this time. I embrace him, wrapping my hands and legs around him, accepting all of him.