Seductive Powers Novels & Stories

My resistance was my pain and acceptance was a pleasure. He rubbed my soaked folds, kissing and biting down my neck, adding fuel to the fire set on my body. And finally, a moan slipped past my lips and Sebastian's movements stopped. He tilted my face to look at me, and a strange impassive look plastered on his face. "Power— The ability to control one's body, soul and mind," He spoke, "This is what power is. I can control you, the way I want, however, I want and that too by both pain and pleasure."

’ There was no doubt that he charmed on a grand scale. Power emanated from him, a potent aphrodisiac. It would set women’s hearts racing and make them cream their knickers. It had that effect on Karen, her nipples puckering as she wondered how it would be to have him kiss them and if sleeping with a great man performed a kind of magic: was one able to absorb his success along with his spunk?

she said warily. “The power of scent,” he said softly, drawing in a breath by her ear. She shivered. “Our senses are so much more than sight and sound and touch,” he murmured next to her neck, raising chill bumps with his breath. “Seduction is also the perfume of flowers in a woman’s hair, the warm scent of her skin, the soap she uses to cleanse her body.” He sank slowly to his knee while he talked, his eyes half closed as if in bliss. “I can smell the change in fabric from your shirt to your pants, the musk of the leather belt riding your waist, and more…” He knelt in front of her now and drew in a deep breath.

They are, yet they often drive him wild. “No, words are powerful, more powerful than you know. While sex involves the body, the best sex always involves the mind.” I have to agree that the mind is powerful, and when he is teasing me by using just my sense of sight, the tension and pleasure are fantastic. He can push me to my limit with mind games so quickly. “Okay, yes, your right. Words can be good, Sir.” I smile, biting down on my lip, slowly pulling it out from between my teeth.

Most times we live in the façade of control whereas we're a bunch of mindless robots. Mr Dawson enjoyed thinking the interviews and application leading up to my selection was a hundred percent his doing, but he couldn't be far from the truth. The best manipulation tactics was allowing the other party believe they had all the power. It's much easier to make people trip when the don't feel the need to look down while walking with you. It also helped that I had a 4.0 and was from the city. Male. Straight. White. Some would say are the three keys to becoming successful. It's practically handed in your palms.

Jasper walked into the kitchen and just stood quietly at the entrance there as he watched her, As the highlife music fills the air, she swayed her hips in rhythm to the upbeat tempo. Her long, flowing hair cascades down her back in soft waves, catching the light and shimmering with every movement. Her skin is a smooth even tone glowing in the warm light of the kitchen. Her eyes are closed as she moves to the music, lost in the moment. Her lips are parted slightly, and she hums along to the tune as she continued to clean the kitchen surfaces, Her movements are fluid and graceful, like a dancer in a ballroom.

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."

I pulled him off from his seat to the dance floor. I danced through the rhythm, moving my body in a seductive manner as I twerk on him, making him touch every part of my body without hesitation. Things between us started getting heated and I know he too felt it too, the budge evident on his pants tells me so. I took his hand to grope my ass as I pressed my boobs to his chest, taking my feet inches high and whispering into his ear, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget that this world exist” I kissed his neck, drawing him into my temptation, he smacked my ass in agreement as he pulled me into the best kiss I have ever had.

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.

, She sighed before falling at loss of words. She couldn't say anything more and yet his evil eyes were now narrowed trailing her from head to toe. Right she knew it herself that she was stubborn and disobedient but at this time she couldn't make it, just his glare was making her tremble in response. It was unnerving it was like he was undressing her with his eyes.