Chapter 3 The Seductress

Zion's firm grip tightens around my waist, pulling me into an embrace that sets my heart racing. As his lips meet mine, a wave of intense desire washes over me, consuming my every thought. The kiss is filled with a raw, primal need, our tongues entwined in a battle for dominance.

Pressed against the door, I feel the hard strength of his body against mine, his lips trailing a path of fiery kisses along my neck. A soft moan escapes my lips, a testament to the pleasure that courses through me. His lips return to mine with a renewed hunger, the kiss growing hotter and more passionate with each passing moment.

His hands explore my body with a possessive urgency, igniting a fire within me that cannot be contained. As he firmly grasps my ass, a surge of longing courses through me, making me yearn for his touch. Our bodies move as one, guided by an irresistible force, as we make our way into the room.

Zion, however, leaves me standing at the doorway, my body trembling with anticipation. He pours himself a glass of wine, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he knows the effect he has on me. With a seductive smile, he settles on the bed, beckoning me to join him.

The air is thick with desire and the room is charged with electricity as he softly commands, "Take off your dress." In that moment, I am torn between the intoxicating power he holds over me and the thrilling unknown that lies ahead.

Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage and step forward, ready to surrender to the alluring darkness that surrounds us. In his presence, I feel both vulnerable and alive, knowing that in this dance of passion and danger, there is no turning back.

My dress slipped down, pooling around my ankles, leaving me in just my lacy black bra and panties. A mix of anticipation and the cool air sent shivers down my spine. Zion sat there in the dim light, his face hidden, but I could feel the intensity of his gaze on me. It was possessive, like a lover's touch, sending delicious goosebumps across my skin.

I moistened my lips, yearning to reach out and touch him, but I knew better than to move without his command. And then, in a voice that held both power and desire, he spoke. "Bra Off." Without hesitation, I unclasped the black lace and let it fall to the floor, joining the discarded green silk.

As I started to remove my panties, a deep growl stopped me in my tracks. Zion's eyes remained fixed one my breasts, causing my already hardened nipples to tighten even more. "I didn't tell you to do that," he said his voice soft yet commanding. "Crawl to me."

My breath caught in my throat, a mixture of shock and arousal flooding through me. I had never crawled for anyone before, especially while nearly naked. Many billionaires came and go but never ever in my life I did such disrespectful thing but the thought of it sent a surge of excitement through my veins, making me crave the forbidden.

Without trembling anticipation, I lowered myself to my hands and knees, feeling the coolness of the floor against my bare skin. The room seemed to stretch out before me, every inch pregnant with possibility. And so I began to crawl, each movement a testament to my surrender and willingness to explore the depths of pleasure and desire.

My breathing came in ragged gasps, and the wetness between my thighs caused them to slide against each other. By the time I reached Zion, I could feel the evidence of desire trickling down my legs.

I stopped at his feet, looking up at him.

Though his face remained enigmatic, the fire in his burned with intensity. "Good girl." He murmured, gripping my hair tightly with one hand while using the other to unbuckle his pants. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, the tip glistening with anticipation.

Oh, now I longed to tease him. No one had ever ignited such a primal desire within me. His every word, touch, and glance sent shivers down my spine. I craved it all tonight.

With pleading eyes, I stared up at him, silently begging for permission.

Zion barely nodded before I took him into my mouth again, relishing his moans and the way he tugged at my hair as I eagerly licked and sucked. "Do you like that baby girl?" he grunted, thrusting his cock deeper until it brushed against the back of my throat. I sputtered, my eyes watering from his sheer size. "How does it feel crawling and choking on my cock?"

I moaned in response, unable to form coherent words. My hand instinctively drifted between my legs, seeking pleasure, but before I could make contact, he yanked me up and captured my mouth in a forceful, sloppy kiss.

I could taste the desire on his tongue, and the roughness of hands gripping my ass only intensified the sensation running through me. "Euphoric," I confessed hoping he would understand the depth of my need amidst our haze of lust.

Zion responded with a caustic tone, "Yeah, I can get you off, too. Bet no one in the world can fuck you the way I would do."

I didn't take the bait, "Then show me." I insisted more like a challenge.

His touch softened briefly before he swiftly spun me around and bent me over the table, pressing his body against mine until we were completely intertwined.

As he lowered his mouth to my ear, he tangled his hand with mine. His voice, hoarse and raw, brushed against my skin as he spoke, "I want you to understand something, baby girl." He held my chin firmly with his free hand. "Never. Challenge. Me. Again."

My heart and body ached, but for entirely different reasons.

Zion let out a harsh, trembling breath as he pulled away from me. I was about to protest, but before I could, he forcefully spread my thighs apart and swiftly removed my underwear.

A ball of anticipation tightened in my stomach, the tension building within me. "There's something you should know," he said, dragging two fingers through my wetness before pushing them into my mouth, making me taste myself. An unexpected moan escaped my lips as the unfamiliar flavor danced in my tongue. "There is no going back from this now."

I knew I had gotten myself into trouble the moment those words slipped out. "But perhaps you need to know that you are my slut tonight," Zion remarked. His thumb rubbed over my small swollen clit, and then his palm landed where his thumb had been. My body jerked, and a mixture of surprise and pain escaped my throat, but his fingers in my mouth muffled the sound.

His palm struck my core again with a resounding slap.

And again.

And again.

I trembled, tears welling up in my eyes as the intense sensations coursed through me. My entire world narrowed down to the pulsating heat between my legs and the man who administered both pain and pleasure with equal measure.

"Who does your pussy belong to?" he removed his fingers from my mouth and squeeze my boob.

"You," I gasped, gripping the edge of the table so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

Another lie.

Another lustful night.

"Say it again," he demanded, his voice hard, commanding, and authoritative.

"You! My pussy belongs to you," I sobbed, my voice breaking as he delivered another stinging slap to my clit.

"That's right. It belongs to me, and don't you forget it," he said delivering another slap.

I let out a keening wail, torn between trying to push away and pushing back harder against him. I couldn't decipher whether I loved or hated what was happening, but I knew I was dripping and burning, every scrape of my nipples against the wooden table sending a surge of heat straight to my throbbing clit.

"You're so wet, baby girl," he continued, his voice filled with a mix of desire and dominance, "You should see how pretty and swollen your clit looks right now. It's begging for me to spank it harder." SLAP.

It was overwhelming.

The words, the brutal and filthy desire, and then it happened.

I exploded.

It was intense, long, and violent. My ears buzzed, my knees buckled, and showers of lights burst behind my eyes. I would have collapsed to the floor if Zion hadn't held me while the most powerful of the night ripped through me like an electric storm. I had to bite his neck to stifle my screams.

I was still riding the waves of my mind-shattering release when I felt Zion's tongue gently stroke my clit, soothing away the burn.

Just as I was gathering myself together, he stood up and slowly pushed his cock inside me. He withdrew with same slowness, leaving just the tip inside, and paused. I inhaled, but my first real breath of the night turned into squeal when he suddenly slammed into me with a fierce thrust. His fist in my hair kept me in place as he bottomed out with each downward stroke. The contrast between the gentleness of his entry and the savage fury of his fucking scrambled my senses. I could only hold on to the table for my dear life.

In and out. Harder and faster each time. The tingles at the base of my spine came back to life, and I crashed over the edge again. "Oh, God, Zion," I moaned.

"That's it, baby girl," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. His movements grew jerkier, indicating he was close to coming too. "Such a good girl. Come for me."

I did, endlessly and unashamedly, breaking into a million pieces around him. And as Zion, too, came with a loud groan, I wondered if how he would face my betrayal and heartbreak.