Office Seduction Novels & Stories

A knew what I had going on in the office because it wouldn’t be the first time I’d brought a woman to fuck in my office. I had a camera in front of my office door and I could watch the footage from inside my office. So I could see what was going on I knew Elizabeth wasn’t going to be put off by my secretary So I delayed getting closer to the bimbo in front of me until Elizabeth had walked past my P. A, then I grabbed her and torturously pressed my lips to hers Once Elizabeth had seen us, I immediately pulled away It wasn’t an open mouthed kiss. Just lips.

“They might entertain you, but trust me, the way a secretary usually bent too many times a day, you are certainly seducing a lot of them.” Tess stammered, “I'm sorry, sir–” When our eyes met again, she nervously averted her eyes and reddened her pale countenance. Trying to reenergize her, I smiled and added, “I'm not criticizing you, little flower.” Meanwhile, I chuckled softly and continued, “If someone sees the way you sway your broad hips into my office, they might think you are actually seducing me.” “I–” She stammered, then dropped her guards again.

He said it as he lifted me like I weighed nothing. I didn’t fight him. The musky scent of his cologne was too distracting. He smelled like seduction. He set me on a table, and I looked around, realizing we were in an office. His office. Then it clicked. He owned the bar. “Someone will bring you a glass of water,” he said. “It’ll help sober you up.” Like a child, I pouted and folded my arms. “I’m not drunk.” His gaze slid from my eyes to my chest, and my hands dropped. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. My pulse raced, anticipating his next move. He looked like he might kiss me any second, and I didn’t know if I should be terrified or flattered.

“Is that something I can say?” “If you don’t say it now, it’ll be even harder once we’re back at the office with people everywhere. “Besides, our principessa doesn’t seem afraid of such things. After all, she was already eager to take me back at the office.” Owen leaned closer again. The scent on him made my legs go weak in waves, but I forced myself to argue back. “Hey, you’re the one seducing me! I’m really not like this normally. You’re the first abs I’ve ever touched…”

The challenge, the subtle resistance—it sparked something controlled but fierce inside him. He sat opposite her. The first touch was accidental, perhaps—her hand brushing his as she reached for her glass—but he allowed it to linger just enough for her to feel it. The electricity was immediate, undeniable. “This arrangement,” he said, voice even but dark, “is not just about files or contracts. It’s about control. Observation. Submission. And yes,” he let a slow, deliberate pause hang in the space between them, “pleasure.” She caught the inflection, the weight behind the word. Pleasure. As in she would be giving it, he would be taking it, and in turn, both would be learning—testing—measuring.

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.

A tall glass quickly sloshed to be filled with lemonade and landed with a thud in front of him. He looked up, glaring at Sarah before snatching the glass and taking a sip out of it. This has been a routine for Sarah. She would always be prepared with a big jug of lemonade on most Sunday mornings because all of them would be having a terrible hangover and had developed a recent habit of cocooning somewhere in her house. “Seduction is not only limited to women. A man can entice a woman too” his sharp gaze drilled into her eyes, mumbling teasing words. Cold air swept through her body as she stiffened her back with eyes flustering on the tabletop.

His kisses were trailing upwards to the destination they both look forward to. "I know...Mr. CEO...you're such an insatiable beast. Arghhh...I look forward to your tongue, sir..." she seductively whispers, making her sultry look on him. Seducing him more. "Fuck...Zia...you are such a tease. I like it, I love what you are saying..." his heavy breaths vehemently fanning her while she opens her legs wider for him. "I forgot to make your coffee, Mr. CEO...don't punish this damn secretary... I could ride your dick instead, sir. I'm already so wet for you..." she continued with her seduction.

I gulped looking at her trying to hold down the temptation. "Mr. Howards? Yes, you have an appointment today. I'll bring you to her office." She stood up and there I saw her beautiful legs. She's wearing this short pencil skirt on her heels which reveals most of her legs. I mean how do they even allow this attire in an office? Is this their way of attracting businessmen and making them sign off contracts? Why am I starting to get so easily seduced? I am a composed man and an extraordinary businessman so I should not get distracted.

With Jean or any man it was always much easier to deal with, because it's just satisfying the simple human being: attraction, hard-on, and most importantly an instant need for pleasure. Adam Arnault doesn't. It is not just attraction or horniness that he desires. It is a race, where the way is much more important than the finish. He is in no hurry, though he doesn't fail to show his intense interest. He puts me on hold, with my expectations always left unfulfilled, as well as his requests that have not been met by me so far. It is literally me having to drag a rock for him to do so as well. So I need to give the CEO a response to match his expectations, and to do this, it is no longer enough