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He was hesitant to knock on the stranger’s door. He didn’t know why he was here and he didn’t like being caught off guard either. All he knew was that he was summoned to meet an associate from a company he had been working with for a business meeting at a local hotel. He was starting to sweat. There was something about this that was making him very uneasy.

Approaching the door, he took a deep breath. His heart suddenly leapt into his throat, and then plunged deeply into the pit of his stomach. That scent, it was her. His mind tried to rationalize the thought. It couldn’t be. She didn’t know where he lived. His mind was playing tricks on him. She didn’t know anything about him accept what he wanted her to know, which wasn’t much and she certainly didn’t know where he worked. He’d barely spoken to her in the ten years since their affair.

He wrapped his knuckles against the hardwood door three times. It felt like an eternity before anyone answered. As the door opened, a big man behind approached him with what he knew was total disgust “You must be Jeffrey,” he snarled. “Come in and sit over there,” he pointed to the elegant chenille sofa that lined the far wall of the room. “Want something to drink?”

“Yes, Scotch if you have it.” The clanking of the ice hitting the glass was ringing in his ears like a god dam freight train and that fucking smell was starting to drive him insane.

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Even though he had to get the flat tire fixed, and the front end of my car realigned, it was worth it. In fact, I probably deserved every bit of it. During the previous, brief months of our affair I had always taken the lead, playing the role of teaser, playfully tormenting her in ways both fair and excessive, taking her to the brink of her feelings, until she would teeter, balanced between ecstasy and anguish, suspended by my touch, and beg to be let go. And, when I looked back, after it was all over, it was what I really had needed – what I had craved someplace deep inside.

I imagined that I took the lead with her because it was a role to which I had become accustomed – without even realizing it – being in charge. For years I had spent my days behind a desk, on a jet, or in meetings, running the company. Hundreds of employees around the world took orders, marched forth with the company’s mission, and strove to do better. It was my job to lead them, to set a course for our organization. Over time, as the days and months went by, I became accustomed to directing, to controlling events around me, and to shaping my world. Each morning I would rise in the early morning darkness, select a crisp white shirt, and knot a necktie under the collar with the same precision that I would slash multimillion dollar budgets, open and close factories, and make dozens of other decisions that spanned the globe.

We had met at a political fundraiser, one of several dozen such events that I was obligated to attend every year. This particular January evening the banquet room was full of well dressed people nibbling cocktail shrimp, and the candidate was making the rounds, a nearly-authentic smile on his face, an aide close behind him, scribbling notes discretely. I had paid my respects and was standing against the wall near the bar, catching my breath, watching the circus spill across the room as I sipped a scotch.

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He moaned as the the leather encased his head and face. His heart was slamming against his chest. He was sure she could hear it beating from where she stood. Her hands were on his arms, as he fumbled with the fit to insure the breathing holes were directly under his nostrils. The smell of leather was overwhelming and the strong taste made him gag.

His mouth was suddenly very dry and his lips were parched. Not even a sliver of light showed beneath the hood, which was held tightly in place by the strong snaps at the back of his head.

He lowered his hands and she moved behind him to finish buckling the collar into place around his neck. It was tight, almost choking him.

She touched his face, stroking him through the leather. Her hand cradled his head and he felt her lips pressing against his. Her low murmurs of admiration for her newfound slut reassuranced him through the soft blackness that enveloped his awareness.

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He answered the door, but was not prepared for what greeted him. She pushed her body against him, pressed against his chest. I don’t want conversation, I want to fuck,” she hissed.

Shocked into silence all he could mange to say was “Okay.” For some reason he felt as if he had just opened the door to a very hungry she-wolf. Her eyes were different. Greener, Sharper. Predatory. His heart began to pump quickly, helplessly.

She reached for him, as her fingers wound into his hair, she pulled his mouth to hers and began a slow seduction of his lips. The sheer heat of her pierced through him, causing his blood to boil until it scorched the insides of his belly.

“I’ll just…close the door.” His laugh was a little strangled.

She pulled at the drawstring of her dress and was naked in one quick move. “If you like the shirt your wearing, you’d better take it off, and now.

“You know” – he let out a breath, trying to work up a smile – “you’re scaring me.”

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”

She pounced on him again. This time knocking him to the floor. She was over him as a sleek panther would be at her prey. She made a primitive sound and her mouth went for his throat.

Jesus, he was rock hard.

“I want it fast, tearing open his shirt. And rough, releasing his belt buckle. Fuck me now.” She panted and then in her sweet, innocent way, she added “Please.” with a a smile.

He spiraled down into the dark where pleasure and pain were vital. In response to the beast inside her, he lunged forward. His groin rearing up beneath her hot sex. His hands hard and bruising as they touched her exposed flesh. He pulled at her hair, trying to hold her back. Her eyes were filled with an appetite like no other he’d ever seen.

They rolled over the floor, fighting each other for more. Always more. She was alive with need and the raw power of its hot energy raced through her veins.

She slithered over him, like a snake. Her warm, wet tongue sliding along the base of his throat. His cock dove into her, piercing the sensitive flesh of her cunt and her cries of fierce and greedy passion penetrated the night.

He was consumed by her, devoured whole. The white, hot lust that ranged within him powered over her orgasm. He gripped her hips as he pumped into her wet, slick sheath faster and faster.

He watched her as desire coursed through her, and she began to move on him. Her hair fell forward, a tangle of deep red curls. As she leaned over him, she chewed relentlessly on his hardened nipple.

“Fuck me. Now. Harder. Give me more. I want it.” she panted.

Even as his vision blurred and his body strained toward release, she lifted her arms to the heavens and called upon her goddess power. He felt the shock of it and could control his orgasm no longer as he violently spilled his seed into her.

He was breathless. He lay there thinking he was a dead man and realized dying wasn’t a very high price to pay for such an incredible experience; but he wasn’t dead. Her mouth was toying with his cock again and he couldn’t believe she wanted more.

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He filled out his blackmail application completely. She would not even consider meeting him until he had done so. His heart was pounding as he gave over all his personal information to a complete stranger, albeit a beautiful one. She was a true Goddess with purely mystical powers that she used every chance she got. From the very beginning she ensnared him into her magical web of lust and desire.

Just having the opportunity to worship this Goddess had cost him dearly, but with no thought at all he gave over his name, address, place of employment, telephone numbers, and the keys to his most secret fantasies.

All those things were nothing compared to giving over his adoring wife’s information. She would be shocked, completely devastated if she found out about what he was doing. He made no mistake that she would divorce him, take his money, and his life as he knew it today would be gone.

Browsing through her site, the photographic image of the Goddess stared back at him, tempting him, torturing his every thought. He longed to feel those flaming green eyes burn into his soul as she mingled flesh and mind. He wanted to be completely enslaved to her.

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