Master Of Seduction Book Novels & Stories

"Come for me again." I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my bound hands scrambling for purchase. The sensation was so intense it was almost painful, a rough, exquisite friction against my oversensitive clit. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he breathed into my ear, nipping the lobe. “All those acts. And look at you now. My perfect, leaking little slut.” He did it again, a slow, torturous slide that made my eyes roll back. Left to right. Coating himself in me. "Beg. Beg for my cock like a slut you are. Say please I wanna be fucked."

They are not wrong, anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. A lady wearing a dress with no make up on. Just bare... Me. Who am I to even meet the eyes of the Alpha? When I came back, I made sure to hide in the shadows, so no one would try to look at a maid. So no one would be interested in me even though I know I'm not interesting. The music swelled around me as the alpha walked and dance with every girl and each of them seemed to have forgot breathing once they made contact with him. Polite, yes. But distant, cold, and not a glimpse of smile was seen from him.

And I'd mumble about a napkin or some nonsense. Sinking into a chair, I buried my face in my hands. The house was quiet, save for the tick of the clock. He'd finish eating, retire to his study, maybe pour a scotch. Alone. While I'm here, burning up, fantasies spinning wilder. Him tying my wrists with his tie, teasing me with his tongue until I whimper, then finally, mercifully, slamming home. Over and over, until we're both spent. Tears pricked my eyes—frustration, not sadness. Why can't I ignite that in him? A seductive glance, a brush of fingers. But I'm not that woman. Intelligent cook, yes. Seductress? Laughable.

“Where do you think you’re going?” “Damn, Alex, let me go!” He snarled despite his lack of strength when the man changed their positions. “No, baby, you’re mine tonight and you can do nothing about it.” A mischievous smile appeared on his lips and he swiftly caressed the young man’s chest to calm him down. Just like women’s, he also knew men’s weakness when it came to temptation. His chest heaved with the loud beat of his heart. Bits of electricity from Alexander’s warm palm ran through his every fiber. Even his breathing slowed down due to the novel stimulation.

“I was thinking of you boxing me in, it’s like in one of my smut books.” “Is it now? I should read them maybe pick up a few tips,” he chuckles deep and throaty. “You don’t need any tips, trust me, Levy. You have seduction and the art of making a woman needy and satisfied down to a fine art.” “Do they turn you on, baby?” Now I feel embarrassed because well, yeah of course they do. Not to mention all the swoony men in them. I’ve lost count of how many book boyfriends I have. Although now I have my very own swoon worthy man.

"Maybe you're right." His fingers sunk into my hips and I gasp, folding into his touch. "I'm a mastermind. Tricking you in thought and action. Everything is all part of my plan to get what I want." "And what is it that you want?" I suck my lower lip, his eyes dart across, a low groan escaping his lips, almost like this was tormenting him. A mixture of pleasure and torture. "No games. This might be the only time you get the truth out of me. So listen carefully, Red."

Needed Marcus to hear it, even if he was beyond hearing anything. "Seduction is an art. It's not about being the most beautiful-though I'll make sure I'm beautiful enough. It's about timing. About reading what someone needs and becoming that thing. It's about making them think pursuing you is their idea." She'd watched Marcus fall for her with barely any effort on her part-they'd been true mates, destined, inevitable. But she'd learned from that experience. Learned how to read desire, how to feed it, how to manipulate the space between wanting and having until it became unbearable.

His hand strokes down my breasts. “There is you and me, we are fucking, and you stop. You drag me out of the room, into one of the rooms at Seductive Vibrations. Men and women are watching while you fuck me there. Slowly the single men join in. I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men.” I peek at him. His face is still perfect. Is he hiding how he feels?

The night promises to be full of seduction. Mr. Bennett stares at me with fiery eyes, and I hold his gaze. Every move of mine is intentional, provoking a wave of excitement. I feel the electricity in the air as our gazes meet and intertwine. His desire is palpable, and the game of seduction intensifies with each moment. My curves twist to the rhythm of the music, drawing his hungry eyes to every move I make. I feel powerful, confident, and completely immersed in this fiery dance. The idea is to make Alexander Will Bennett fall in love with me. I will be his downfall, an irresistible trap that will engulf him completely. I plan to seduce him with every move, every glance, and every touch. I w

"I didn't say that." This is the point where I realize that he's dragging this out on purpose - that he's actually enjoying watching me squirm. I see it in his eyes, and that devilish smile that stretches across his lips confirms it. I start to turn away in disgust, but he reaches out and grabs my arm. His fingers feel too warm on my already alcohol-flushed skin. Or maybe I just feel exposed, considering my humiliation here tonight. "It's not impossible to teach someone seduction," he says, his voice dropping low, "but it isn't simple, either. There's no guide, no preset rules. In fact, some would say there are no rules at all. The question is, are you willing to learn?"