The Seduction Game: Seducing Her CEO

Chapter One - Root of Seduction

𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙔 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙄𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂, his body was sweaty and bristly and his hairy, unshorn chest ticked my sensitive breasts as he laid on top of me while delivering the frailest of strokes inside me.

I sighed and closed my eyes. The disappointment I felt every time he made love to me was excruciating. All he would do was stick his diminutive manhood in and then stick it out when he was done. There was no foreplay, there was no communication and at the very worst, he wasn't dominant at all.

I slowly slipped my hands in between my legs and rubbed ploddingly hoping I would feel something while he continued with his strokes. . . anything, but it was just the same. The same as the last time, the time before that and every other time we slept together. I couldn't believe how sexually unattractive he was to me when we were supposed to be in a relationship.

I heard his breath get even heavier as he started to squeeze my hands with his.

“Valerie,” he called with his tremulous wheezy voice, “I'm about to finish.”

I rolled my eyes. “Really, baby?” I asked, “That's great.”

I was caught by surprise at how quickly he raised his head to look at me after I said that, the action looked almost reflexive.

“You don't want me to finish?” he asked, "You want me to keep going?”

“No, it's okay,” I forced a smile with my reply, “You can go ahead.”
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰.

“Alright, baby— ugh!” he groaned loudly and squeezed my hands even tighter which made me scowl. I felt him wiggle and vibrate like a fish on dry land and then he groaned even more. I had never felt so much displeasure especially when pleasure was the thing I was actually seeking at first.

“Oh,” he exclaimed as he rolled off my body to his side of the bed. “Wow! That was amazing, baby.”

I quickly got up from the bed and put on my panties. “Yeah, it was,” I replied. “Don't forget to throw the rubber straight into the trash, this time.”

He smiled juvenilely with his head resting on top of his hands on the bed. “You seem to be in a hurry. . . work?”

“Obviously, Ben,” I brashly replied, “What about you? Aren't you supposed to be at work?”

“I own the freaking firm, baby.” He sat up on the bed and stretched both his arms wide in a prideful manner. “I can show up whenever I want.”

I didn't say anything in response. If only he knew how much he repulsed me. At times I felt like telling him, bawling at him for how weak of a man he was, how he was getting fat and was doing absolutely nothing about it, how he would let me boss him around like he's some teenage boy with mummy issues and how he couldn't bring me down to my knees and properly fuck me.

Ben didn't do anything wrong per se, he wasn't an awful guy and he didn't treat me in a bad way. He simply wasn't the type of man I wanted, he was weak and too submissive. He wasn't masculine enough.

He and I met when I first came to San Francisco. I didn't know anyone or any place at all and so one night, we met at a diner and he offered to show me around. We started dating a few weeks before I got my job and we've been dating for three months.

“I'm going to take a quick shower,” I said to him as I proceeded to leave the room.

“Come on, I'll talk to your boss. Tell him that you're sick or something, I'm sure he would let you have the day.”

𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

“No he wouldn't, Ben,” I replied, “Besides I've already called in sick two times this month, one more time and I could get a salary cut.”

Ben snickered and when I turned to look at him, he had a boastful smirk on his face.
“What? It's not like you're gonna need the money,” he said. “I already pay for everything.”

I gave him a frown as a warning and his vexatious smile quickly disappeared.

“Never say that to me again,” I told him.

“Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry,” he quickly apologized. “That was stupid and disrespectful of me.”

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥.

I ignored his apology and proceeded into the bathroom.
I had to hurry so I would show up at the office before he did, so I could watch him walk into his office.

I'm not talking about Ben this time.



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I work in a perfume company named Capella as a beauty consultant and the secretary to the Chief Executive Officer. It was the most illustrious job I had ever gotten and I was obsessed with making sure I proved that I was worthy of it, especially to one man - The Chief Executive Officer himself.

His name was Leandro de la Vega.
The image of a man that comes into a person's mind when they hear that name is usually generic. But no matter how much you think Leandro looks like, he certainly looks much more better, much more prepossessing and glamorous. He was a resplendent flawless man and I wasn't more obsessed with anything else.

“Boss is coming!” I heard Kovacic yell from his office. Everyone hurried to their respective seats and the entire office lobby became as quiet as a cemetery. I pretended to be busy with my computer as I hit random letters on my keyboard while eyeing the door through my office's glass walls, waiting for him to walk in.

The door squeaked loudly before it then slowly opened and his scent suddenly engulfed the air. I knew I was staring and I also knew I had a smile on my face because I felt it turn into a frown when I saw who was with him - his fiancée, Chastity Barracks. She walked pridefully behind him with a wide smile on her face, I still didn't know what he saw in her at all.

I tried to concentrate on him. He held a huge cigar in his right hand as usual and his left hand was in his pocket. His glossy brown hair was even more groomed than it normally was and his stubble beard had been lined again. It was easy to tell from his suit that he was built with nothing else but thick, strong muscles and I couldn't get my eyes off his arms.

“Morning, boss!” I heard someone say to him.

“Morning,” he replied to them with his seductive throaty voice.

“Good morning, boss.”

“Boss, good morning.”

“Morning, boss.”
He replied to some of them and nodded his head to the rest. I quickly got off my seat and hurried to the door so I wouldn't miss him.

“Good morning, sir,” I said just in time as I opened my door. He stopped walking and turned to look at me, I noticed Chastity eyeing me too.

“Maddox?” he said pleasantly, “How's your morning?”

“It's been good, sir.” I smiled.

Chastity looked at him and then back at me, she obviously seemed uncomfortable with what was happening.

“Alright, so my usual?” he asked, “In the office. . . in like three minutes, a bit more sugar this time.”

“Will do, sir,” I quickly took a deep breath of the air to catch his scent as he walked away. I blushed, sucking in my lips in as I watched him walk into his office. Once I noticed his fiancée was looking at me, I quickly frowned and walked back into my own office.

Three minutes later, I knocked on Leandro's office door, a cup of coffee in my hand and a donut on a tray.

“Come on in,” I heard him say.
I opened the door and walked into the office trying to maintain my catwalk while I balanced the tray and the cup of coffee. My eyes caught Chastity still looking suspiciously at me and I wished she would just stop because it made me even more nervous than I already was.

“Your usual, sir,” I said as I dropped the coffee and donut on his desk. On top of the tray, I had also placed the timetable for his activities that day so I picked it up and dropped it in front of him.

“And this is the timetable for everything you have in store for the day,” I added.

“Thank you, Maddox,” he said as he nodded his head and dropped his cigar on his table. “Mhm baby, have you met her?” he turned to his fiancée “My secretary, Valerie Maddox, she's very resourceful.”

“I'm sure she is,” Chastity gave me an intimidating smile, I don't know why she felt threatened by me, he was her fiancé.
“Does she know who I am?”

He turned to look at her with one of his eyebrows raised, “What the fuck do you mean by that? Everyone here knows who you are.”

I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I stared at his face, even when he swore it sounded so sexy.
She caught me smiling again.

“My fiancée woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” Leandro said to me, "Which also explains why she chose to pick this suit for me.”

I giggled with my hands on my back, playing with my fingers.
“Well, I think she did a great job,” I replied, “You look. . . amazing in it.”

Leandro smiled back at me for the first time since I started working in that company and I almost fainted on the spot but thankfully all I did was blush even harder and play with my fingers behind my back.

“I need to talk with my fiancé,” Chastity declared, “You. Leave.” She pointed at me and then at the door in such a disrespectful manner that I froze in confusion for a couple of seconds.

“Didn't you hear me?” she said snobbishly.

I looked at Leandro, awaiting his approval or for him to say anything. He was relaxed on his chair, still with his left eyebrow raised and his hands clasped together. He looked at me and nodded his head.

“Leave,” he said.

“Alright, sir,” I slowly turned around and flounced out of the office, making sure my heels hit the ground as loudly as they could as I walked out. I wasn't angry at Leandro for telling me to leave, I could never be angry at him but Chastity just lit the fire and I was the one who was going to fuel it. One of us was going to get burnt.

I knew it felt stupid starting a war over something as tiny as that. But I had always been looking for a reason to fight it out with her, no matter how cheap it was and Leandro was going to be the prize at the end of all of it.

Chapter 2 - Aftermath of Seduction

𝙄 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙈𝙀𝘿 𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝙊𝙊𝙍 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙎 𝙄 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙔 𝙊𝙁𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙀 knowing fully well that the gawking, prying eyes of my co-workers would be lingering at my direction. I looked back at them through my glass walls and shrugged.

“What?” I asked.
They all turned back to whatever they had been doing before I had slammed my door.
I sighed and brushed my hands through my hair. Maybe I was overdoing my part, Chastity was his fiancée and she had a right to be jealous or feel threatened. The only problem was that I wasn't sure if I really cared about that, it didn't matter to me that they were engaged. I wanted him so bad, more than I have ever wanted anything.

Why would I not go for him? Because a blonde white popular model was in my way? Possibly, but it wasn't going to stop me. No.

“What was that all about?”
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at where the voice came from - my door. Perla approached me with a curious and apprehensive look on her face.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied with a sigh, “It's just Leandro's fiancée.”

“You mean our boss's wife-to-be?” Perla sat on the guest chair that was directly opposite me.

I looked at her and frowned, “Don't start. . . don't be like that.”

“Don't be like what?” she shrugged, “That's who she is.”

“I know, I just don't need you reminding me every two minutes.”

“Well, I feel like you should be reminded, Val,” Perla said, “You're testing dangerous waters here, I mean. . . he's our boss and he's already engaged.”

“I know, I know.”

“So why won't you just forget about him?”

I looked at her after she had asked the question, unsure whether it was ignorance or blindness that led her not to see what I saw. How could she not be as crazy as I was for him, how could she ask me such a question?

I couldn't just forget about him because he was him. He was Leandro de la Vega and he was the man that was moulded straight out of my wet dreams and my lustful imaginations. There was no way I was ever going to forget about him.

“Cause I can't,” was my reply.

“Babe. . .” Perla chortled, “Why not?”

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥?

“Perla, I can't forget about him because he's — ”
I was interrupted by a knock on my door. Looking out my glass wall, I could see Franco waving at me with an enthusiastic smile on his face. He opened my door and walked into the office.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Chastity walking out of the premises.
“She's leaving?” I asked Franco.

“Yeah, I think she and the boss had a little misunderstanding or something yunno. . . typical relationship stuff,” Franco replied with a smile.

“Mhm, I see.”

“Oh and Valerie?”

“Yeah?”

“Boss wants to see you.”

I felt my eyes glisten up with surprise when Franco said the words.
“He does?” I asked, “Why?”

“He didn't say,” he replied with a shrug.

“Oh, okay.” I got up from my seat and adjusted my chair, giving Perla a smile that meant 'Wish me good luck.'

“Perla,” Franco acknowledged her and followed me out of my office.
“Looking dazzling as always, Valerie.”

“You think so?” I asked him with a nervous smile as we were both out of my office and within a few a few steps from Leandro's.

“Fuck, yeah,” he responded, “If I was a magnet and you were a paper clip, do you know what I would have said to you?”

I blushed and rolled my eyes, “No Franco, tell me.”

“I would have said ‘You are very attractive, paper clip.’ ”

I burst out in laughter, “Okay, I liked that one.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, totally. Thanks so much.”

Franco stopped smiling and licked his lips as he looked at me. “I am being serious though.”

I smirked. “Frank?”

“Mhm?”

“You do know I'm in a relationship, right?” I asked him playfully.

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded, “With that Benjamin guy?”

“His name is Benjamin Walters.”

“Okay,” he shrugged and licked on his lips again but nervously this time, “I was just saying. . . I'm always here, whenever you're ready.”
He slowly walked backwards before turning around and scurrying to his office.

I giggled for a second and then my brain quickly remembered what was going on.
Leandro wanted to see me. . . 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳? I thought. He was my boss and I was his secretary, why was I making it a big deal that he wanted to see me?

𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, I thought to myself and then slowly, only after a few deep breaths, dusting of skirts and loosening of buttons, I finally opened his office door.

He was putting on his reading glasses with what seemed like a magazine in his hand, he didn't even notice I had walked into the room.

“Sir, you wanted to see me?” I asked loudly, trying to get his attention.

“You didn't knock,” he replied without taking his eyes off the magazine.

“Oh, I'm sorry, sir,” I quickly apologized, “I'll go back and. . . do it all—"

“There's no need for that, Maddox,” he dropped the magazine and took off the glasses, “You're already here, might just get to it.”

I walked closer to his desk, making sure my cleavages were visible enough. “Get to what?” I asked.

Looking up at me, he chose not to say anything in reply for a moment before he smirked numbly and said, “I'm about to show you.”

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘵.

“So I'm leaving the office to get some things done behind the scenes for my wedding,” he announced as he picked up the timetable I had given to him earlier. "I'm going to need you to cancel my meetings today and postpone the rest, such as uhm. . . my meeting with David Baltimore, you should postpone that one.”

I couldn't believe he was doing it again, leaving the office to go pay more attention to Chastity Barracks and also giving me a lot more workload in the process.

“Uhm. . . sir, there are a lot of jam-packed meetings that I had postponed yesterday and the day before that and there's even more that has been cancelled,” I reported, “I don't know if I can. . . I mean, I don't think it's possible to fix a new date for some of these meetings.”

As I spoke, I felt my leg weaken. Leandro was looking at me with the coldest, most unconcerned glare I had ever seen.
“I think there's been a misunderstanding, Maddox,” he said, “You seem to confuse me with someone who cares about. . . whatever it was you just said now.”

“Oh,” I quickly exclaimed as I felt my hands tremble and my heart drop into my stomach. “I'm sorry, sir.”

“I don't care,” he replied as he got up from his seat, “I pay you to do it so you do it. Understood?”

I bit my lip and nodded my head in concurrence because I was scared that anything I said would piss him off even more. He walked to his mirror and adjusted his tie and cufflinks and then started to leave the office.

I was just about to let out a deep sigh of relief when I heard his footsteps stop.
“And I do remember now,” I heard him say.

I turned around to face him, forcing a smile to show how calm I was pretending to be in the situation.
“Remember what sir," I asked.

“I have a suit here, I'm taking it to the meeting tomorrow with me and I need you to take it to the laundry for me,” he took out a gray suit that was in his office wardrobe and handed it to me. “Can you do that for me?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Yes, yes of course. I can.”

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰.

He nodded his head, “Good,” he said. I watched him as he dug both his hands back into his pockets and walked out of the office.

“Jeffery's Laundry only, Maddox!” he reminded me before he left.

I remained standing there, unaware of my surrounding for a few seconds.
Everything that had happened all happened so fast and there I was, with Leandro's suit in my arms.

- 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵!

I hugged the suit tightly. His scent - it was on it, as strong as though it was him I was hugging at that moment. I sniffed on the tux and closed my eyes as I digested the enchanting redolence that the entire suit was soaked in.

What was I going to do? I was running completely mad because of this man.

Chapter 3 - Seed of Seduction

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 4:30 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙄 𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙑𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀. Surprisingly but thankfully, Ben wasn't in the house and the slice of pizza I had kept in the fridge was still there and still whole. I kept Leandro's suit on top of the long sofa in the living room and hurried into the bedroom to lie down and think about how miserable my life felt.

I've never been an insensitive person, I knew that there were people out there who had it way worse than I did but in my defence, it always hurt on a whole different level when you can't get what you want. Especially if it's a person.

Leandro never really noticed me, he would reply to my greetings and send me on errands even have small business talks with me but I was still invisible to him. He would walk past me without even looking and whenever he did there was no reaction or show of emotion on his face - he just didn't care.

It wasn't me, I think. Because he didn't look at the other women in the headquarters too. Indira was really beautiful, she's probably the prettiest in the whole building but I've never seen him even acknowledge her not to talk about having an actual conversation. I assumed it was a result of excessiveness. Maybe he's so used to having a lot of women that he doesn't really bother at that point. That was my theory.

Did it stop me? No.
Even if Leandro didn't love me at the end of all of it, I was still going to obsess and daydream about him. I was still going to touch myself with thoughts of him in my head just as I was doing at that moment. One hand pulling my panties to the side and another sticking its fingers in my insides. I moaned softly as I continued to stroke into myself, I felt my nipples harden, my clitoris began to throb and then suddenly I stopped.

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, I thought.
I needed something, a stimulator - something to spike my imagination up a bit. I lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the idea suddenly popped into my head. So I quickly got on my feet and hurried into the living room. Leandro's grey suit was still lying on the sofa staring at me as I stared back at it. It was almost like it knew what I wanted it for and it didn't like it.

I looked at the clock and sighed exhaustingly, the time was 5:15. Jeffery's laundry was going to close in an hour and thirty so I had enough time.

“I'm sorry boy,” I said to the suit as I picked it up, “But I need to borrow you for a second.”

I hurried back into my bed as the idea of it began to overexcite me. I quickly took out the transparent wrapping on it then sunk my nose into its collar and sniffed.

𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥, I loudly thought. That was him, that was Leandro on my bed and I could perfectly imagine it. His fingers were my fingers caressing the surface of my sheath, his hands were my hands rubbing softly on my breasts as I moaned with all the pleasure in the world. I felt him increase pace as I increased pace and stroke his fingers inside of me faster. When I took my fingers out, he took his fingers out and when I put it back in, he did the same.

I sniffed harder on the suit and my imagination became even stronger. I saw him smile on top of me, one hand on my perky breasts, pinching and fondling with my nipples while the other had his fingers inside of my sheath, ruthlessly clobbering inside of me. I used my thumb to gentle my throbbing clitoris and he did the same. He was perfect.

Suddenly, my legs began to shake, my heart pounded harder and harder, I felt the sexual tension start to release and my muscles began to contract as I kept fingering myself and rubbing on my clitoris. I moaned loudly in tremendous pleasure as I felt it all release inside me.

I began to moan his name in my thoughts as my toes curled and my legs vibrated even as I tried to keep them still. Then after it was all done, a feeling of warmth rushed through me, I felt my legs calm down and my muscles slowly relax. My heart rate slowed down and my breathing cautiously returned to normal.

𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥, I kept thinking as I caught my breath, 𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥. I hugged tightly on the suit like I was thanking him for giving me one of my most strongest orgasms. I squeezed tighter on the poor clothing and smiled to myself, nothing else made me feel that way - nothing else but the thought of Leandro de la Vega making love to me. On my bed, on his bed, on a random couch, table, floor - wherever, as long as he was the one doing it with me. . . doing it to me.

I turned my head to check the clock on the wall and it told me the time was 5:56.
𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, I thought to my self as I rolled over on my sides. I took the suit and placed it in between my legs, perfectly so that it was just rubbing on the surface of my sheath. It was wonderful.

I closed my eyes as I moved my thighs softly on the fabric of the tux, it was a bit itchy but still worth it. I gave a deep sigh of relief and slept with a wide smile on my face.


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The loud honking of cars out on the road was what woke me up. My eyes felt wobbly and the mattress was a little wet. I yawned, why did it seem so late at night? I only slept like fifteen minut—

My heart skipped when I noticed Leandro's suit still in between my legs.
𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, I thought, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺.
And then I turned to look at the time on the clock and my heart completely jumped out of my chest, it was 8:37 and that meant Jeffery's Laundry would already have been closed.