Kiss me

 Anna

They say desire is dangerous. I say it’s the most powerful weapon a woman can wield.

I’m Anna. Twenty-two. Young, determined, and hungry , not for love, but for power, pleasure… and control.

When I first walked into that house, I was stunned. Marble floors, glass walls, imported art from cities I only knew through I*******m. Wealth like that changes people. And I wanted to be changed.

Oumar was the man behind it all. Late thirties, early forties , honestly, I didn’t care. He had the kind of presence that makes you forget everyone else in the room. Broad shoulders. Clean jawline. Dark, focused eyes. That quiet type of dominance that doesn’t beg to be noticed , but demands it anyway.

He wasn’t married. Divorced, I think. I didn’t ask. I didn’t need to.

From the moment we shook hands, I knew what I wanted.

And I always get what I want.

At first, I played innocent. Professional. Polished. But behind every smile, I was calculating. I learned his schedule. His habits. When he worked. When he trained. When he was alone. I studied him like a masterpiece I planned to ruin.

The first crack appeared when I passed him in the hallway wearing nothing but a silk blouse, unbuttoned just enough to let gravity do its work. His eyes lingered. That was all I needed.

From there, it became a game.

One morning, I “accidentally” entered the bathroom while he was shaving. Just a towel around his hips. I let my eyes drag down his torso. I didn’t apologize. I didn’t leave. I just smirked, turned my back, and walked away slowly  , hips swaying , knowing full well his eyes were still on me.

The heat between us built like static. Every room we shared crackled.

Then came the weekend , the one I’d been waiting for.

The house was quiet. Empty. Just him and me.

Midnight. I slipped into his private wing wearing a sheer black nightgown with absolutely nothing underneath. The fabric whispered across my skin as I moved down the hallway.

I didn’t knock.

– Sir,  I whispered, voice trembling just enough to sound believable.  Sir, please…

He stirred, blinking, sitting up in bed. The sheets fell from his chest, revealing warm skin and hard muscle. He looked at me like he wasn’t sure if this was real.

– What’s wrong?

– I had a nightmare,  I lied, stepping closer. Can I stay with you tonight?

He hesitated. A beat. Two.

– Just for a little while. But keep this between us.

– Of course. Thank you.

I slid into his bed like a secret. I didn’t pull the covers over me. I wanted him to see everything.

I turned my back to him, slowly pressing myself against his body. My gown lifted, exposing my bare skin. I felt his breath change when my ass brushed his growing erection.

– I’m hot,  I whispered, slipping the gown off my shoulders.

Naked now. My skin against his. I reached back and found him already hard, already wanting. My fingers wrapped around him, and he exhaled sharply. One hand slipped into his boxers. I freed him. He groaned , low, rough, hungry.

He grabbed me and crashed his mouth onto mine.

No tenderness , just fire. Hunger. His lips bruised mine. Teeth. Tongue. Possession.

His hands explored all of me , urgent, rough, desperate.

He broke the kiss, barely breathing.

– Are you protected?

– Implant,  I nodded.  No risks.

– Good,  he growled. Because I want you raw.

He didn’t wait for permission. I didn’t need to give it. My body already had.

He flipped me onto my back and knelt between my thighs. His tongue found me , wet, open, ready. I cried out, arching. He licked like he was starved. Like I was dessert.

I came hard, shaking, clutching his head, moaning his name like a sacred curse.

But he wasn’t finished.

He lined himself up, teased me once, then slammed into me.

One brutal, perfect thrust. My scream split the silence. Pleasure and pain became one.

He fucked like a man who’d waited years. Deep, raw, relentless. His hands gripped my hips, his mouth devoured my neck, my breasts, my lips.

– Look at me,  he ordered.

I did.

His eyes locked with mine as he drove into me again. And again. Every thrust a question. Every moan a demand. Every gasp a surrender.

We didn’t stop.

He took me everywhere , on the bed, up against the wall, on the leather couch beneath the skylight. I rode him until my legs gave out. He pulled my hair. Whispered filth. Made me come again and again until I was begging for air.

By morning, I was wrecked. My body ached. My skin wore his fingerprints like jewels. And I didn’t regret a single moment.

That night, everything changed.

I was no longer just the woman who worked around him.

I was his.

And he made sure I never forgot it , jewelry, designer heels, a house in my name, a business license under mine.

Luxury wrapped around lust. Power fed by pleasure.

They say seduction is a dangerous game.

I say I played it beautifully.

And I won.