Master Of Seduction Book Novels & Stories

My breath shudders as I try not to give into his seduction. He reaches out, touching my leg under the water, the feeling so real I gasp. "Do you remember how my touch used to make you feel?" A burning need rears up within me, to grab him and pull him toward me. Fight the urge, knowing this isn't real, knowing that I can kiss him in this moment and I will wake tomorrow feeling nothing but regret. "Admit it to me, that you still want me," Marek continues, the firmness in his voice enough to convince me to admit it, to believe it.

It annoyed her that Holly was always bowing to every of Kim's whims and wishes almost as if she didn't possess a mind of her own. She knew they were best friends and very close but it was obvious who took the lead in their relationship and it was not Holly. "Okay then. But I don't know how you're going to seduce a man if you keep looking shy like that" Charlie said as she sipped her drink. "What do you mean?" Holly asked. Charlie smiled coyly. "Seduction is a game of power. You have to have the upper hand if you want to succeed." Holly leaned closer watching Charlie intently.

I gasp and snap them open, staring at him. "Repeat it. I want the details. How do you want to be fucked?” He tells me as he gestures for Robert to penetrate me. I am tied up against the column as one of the holy martyrs in the representations. I feel crucified and yet I feel so desirable that I bathe Robert's cock extensively and feel like I'm about to spit out all my liquid. The Master smiles, does not stop staring at me, brings his lips to my ear, and licks it. "Come on, tell me. I know you like it.” he teases

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

Then I could feel his heavy erection, the moment he nudged my ass with it. Then he brought his hands closer to me, gently fondling my breasts. I flinched in shock, and turned to him immediately. I wanted to make sure that it was the Master who was fondling my breasts. That's unlike him, he doesn't do things like that. The Master doesn't caress or fondle before s*x. He just goes straight to the point because he doesn't believe in romance. He continued fondling my breasts in a surprisingly gentle manner. Is this really the master? Why is he so gentle?

"FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!" The pleasure was a monster. It was a giant wave of fire that was burning me from the inside out. I felt my internal muscles clenching around him like a thousand tiny hands. I was shaking. I was seeing stars. I was losing my mind in the Master Study. "I'M CLOSE!" I sobbed, my voice cracking. "I'M COMING FOR THE MASTER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to leave his mark on the room and on me. He gave three more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world explode into a billion pieces of white light.

The combination of sensations—the cock inside her, the Master’s gaze, the filthy sounds—it overwhelmed her. She came again. She screamed. The raven grunted and followed, spilling inside her. She felt every pulse, every drop. Then silence. Her body collapsed against the bench. Used. Marked. Claimed. Her Master walked over, crouched, and ran his fingers between her thighs. His hand came back coated. “She’s full,” he said with a smile. “Perfect.” He removed the restraints and scooped her into his arms like she weighed nothing. The two men watched, nodding in silent approval.

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

His erection pressed against my stomach and my hand almost touched it out of instinct but I controlled myself. My heart raced with anticipation as I caught his gaze. His piercing eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of weakness. He knew exactly how to manipulate me, and I was helpless to resist. He was a master of seduction, a playboy with a dark energy that drew me in. I knew he was trouble, but I couldn't resist his allure. His words were like a drug, and I was getting addicted to his touch.

I tried my own seductive voice on him, trying to get him to fall into my trance, the same way I'd fallen deep into his. "Master?” I said in a singsong tone that was barely audible, hoping he fall for my seduction. "Louder!” he growled, proving beyond any reasonable doubt that he's such a control freak. He has one hell of a control over his desires. That's why he's able to torture me this way. "Master!” I screamed out loudly like an obedient submissive, heading to his commands.