Lesbian Seduction At Work Novels & Stories

The room seemed to shrink around us, the noise from the club downstairs fading. My right hand traced down her chest, rubbing her left nipple, lightly pinching it. A soft moan pressed against my lips, delicate yet insistent. One of her hands wandered, brushing against me, unsure yet precise, sending sparks across my skin. My mind whispered caution—she wasn’t a harlot, merely a hardworking woman caught in circumstance, slightly swayed by alcohol. I shouldn’t take advantage.

“Can I come and visit you more in your office now that your secretary knows? You’re so hot when you’re trying to ignore me.” The scathing look Nocturne gave him told him the answer. “It will be even worse. She will think we’re doing things that we’re not. I will never give into you when I am at work. My office is a sanctum of work and not sex as much as you want it to be.” Leo slapped Nocturne’s ass and was unsurprised when he was lifted up and carried to the bedroom. Their bedroom life was a little more exciting when Nocturne was fired up.

"I don't want her to get into trouble at her job or out her as a submissive. How do I keep that from happening?" "Her department already knows she's a lesbian, right?" "Yes, she's made that clear to everyone." "Well, she can't wear slave gear to work, except possibly a few piercings she could get away with. No collars or cuffs, possibly something very subtle in a bracelet, but for safety reasons having to do with getting strangled, necklaces are usually out. No nudity under her clothes. She's got to look like a civilian in the locker room or exercise room. Fresno, despite its size, will be a little more insular than Los Angeles. If you take her out on the town, she can look sexy, but not slu

I stare at myself in the mirror, hating what I have to do. I’ve come to the conclusion that my best bet is to seduce Marek, to hopefully convince him to let his guard down before injecting him to make him weak enough to be apprehended. First, I want to read the room, to see how he reacts to me first. He may laugh at me, refuse to be impressed by what I’m wearing right now, how I’m planning to act with him. It’s a likely reaction, but at this point, it’s all I can do.

Something to get under his skin the same way he kept getting under mine. I was hunched over my desk arranging documents when a firm hand squeezed my ass. I gasped. “You little minx,” Greg’s voice whispered hotly against my ear. “Was the fucking I gave you last night not enough? You had to wear this tiny skirt to seduce other men at work?” He tsked, hand still gripping me possessively. “Or did you wear it hoping I’d fuck you right here?” His arm locked around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel him already hard against the curve of my ass. My body reacted instantly even as my brain screamed that we were at work.

It was a perfectly executed erotic romping…almost as if the two wolves were dancing the tango. The magnificent alpha and his beautiful mate rolled around with grace and sensuality, licking and lightly biting each other in a sexy hypnotic way that was intimate and absolutely seductive. The passion and intense desire that burned in their every move was just beautiful to watch. The alpha and his mate would briefly stop rolling around and just stare deeply into each other’s eyes with such blatant desire it felt as if they were having a steamy foreplay to crazy sex. Then they would get back to their romping.

“Yes, Ms. Pajate. Please wait a moment.” Kathleen moved aside and sat in one of the leather chairs. She opened her folder and reviewed notes she had prepared—market trends, logistics forecasts, questions about company culture. She focused on breathing evenly. This was what mattered. Preparation. Skill. A chance to start clean. Not the whispers around her. Several employees suddenly stood straighter. Security shifted near the entrance. Heads turned subtly toward the glass doors. A black luxury sedan had stopped outside. The lobby atmosphere changed instantly, as if the building itself had inhaled.

Seduced. The elevator opened into a room lit in dim amber tones. Velvet walls. A faint hint of cinnamon and sex in the air. In the center, a woman in a silk robe sat behind a low glass desk, expression unreadable. “Sienna Thomas,” the woman said. “Strip.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “No names, no phones, no clothing. You will wear what we give you. Refusal terminates the contract.” Sienna didn’t remember signing a contract—but her heartbeat betrayed her. She wanted to know what was behind that next door. What the hell this was.

She giggled. “I won’t,” he said while laying her softly on the couch and adjusting his weight on one side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath him. “You drive me crazy,” he declared before capturing her lips in the sexiest salsa dance she’s ever performed. It was as if their tongues and lips knew the dance of passion as they moved in harmony to music only lovers hear. The seduction made every nerve ending in her body come to life, wanting to get stroked. And Owen knew when and where to touch to make her moan as if in a song.

Being alone with a good book and alcohol or caffeine is the best feeling in the world, probably better than sex. The next day, I walked into Monet's and met a group of ladies who were fine as hell. I was relieved to see that there were no men here. At least if there was going to be a man, he should be gay, and we all agreed to that. We were six: Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favourite books and rant about how J. K. Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club; we were a sisterhood.