The Seduction Series

The Seduction Series,







Chapter 15











Christian arrived at Miss Diva’s house within half the time that he’d anticipated.



As he pulled into her driveway, he took a deep breath in and then exhaled slowly as he drove by the open gate, realizing she must have been expecting someone or it would not have been left open.



Taking a quick glance around her property, he surmised that she’d done well for herself, being a lawyer, he mused as he got out of his vehicle.

“How predictable, no surprise” he smirked.

Her house was the size of a mansion with many windows, the flower beds were meticulously cared for, the yard, immaculate.



“Hmmm she obviously has prestigious taste in property, now let’s see if she has similar taste in men,” he mused further as he dangled his keys in his one hand walking along the curved stone path to her doorstep.



Pausing for a moment, before ringing the doorbell, he stood on her doorstep, drinking the atmosphere all in, including the night air. He winced as he felt a slight twinge in his pants as the cool night breeze filtered through them.



He heard footsteps…..the sound of woman’s heels walking to the door.



Miss Diva opened the door slightly with her one hand, peeking through the crack, suddenly realizing it was Dr. Troy standing in her midst.



Christian smiled slowly, his dimples showing. Her brown eyes suddenly met his.



“Why, good evening, Dr. Troy,” she asked in a dry tone, holding a wine glass in her other hand. “You seem a long way from home…….are you lost?” she added with sarcasm.



“I went to your office looking for you where I met your assistant, Teresa, who was most helpful in directing me to come here,” he grinned. “May I come in?” he prodded as he crossed his arms over his chest.



“You’re very bold to invite yourself to come in, Dr. Troy,” Miss Diva mused.



She hesitated, turning slightly to let him walk by her. “Come in,” she offered.



“Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked in a polite but casual tone.



“Yes, please,” he replied back.



“Please…. have a seat,” she continued, extending her hand out showing him where he could sit down in her living area where many plants surrounded the furniture.



“I’ll be right back,” she glanced back over her shoulder as she walked out of the room.



She returned handing him his wine and sat down in a chair directly across from Christian, pulling her chair slightly closer to his.



“So you met Teresa, did you?” she asked with a grin. Still wearing business attire, she crossed her one leg over the other, showing her long, smooth legs.



“She purred JUST like a kitten, Miss Diva,” Christian chuckled, taking a sip of his wine.



She scoffed, changing the subject. “Let’s cut to the chase, Dr. Troy, what have you come to talk to me about?” she asked with curiosity and impatience, her cleavage showing slightly as she leaned forward.



“Remember this?” Christian fired back as he suddenly whipped out the lawsuit papers out of his pant pocket and held it up in front of her face, waving it teasingly.



Suddenly changing the topic again, she cleared her throat as she slowly got up off the chair. “Oh, by the way, my dinner date cancelled last minute and I have enough for two,” she added matter-of-factly. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”



Christian paused in his tracks. He suddenly could smell the aroma of food coming from the nearby kitchen. His stomach growled a bit from just inhaling the aroma.



“Mmmm …. What the hell,” he thought, “He hadn’t had a proper meal for awhile and Miss Diva, since she offered, would definitely be eye candy during the meal,” he mused to himself as he took another sip from his glass.



He got up and followed her like a puppy dog to her large, open-concept kitchen where she walked briskly across the floor to the oven, grabbing her oven mitts.



“Whatcha makin?” he piped with enthusiasm as he peeked over her shoulder as she pulled out from the oven a large steaming dish of pan-seared oven roasted pork chops with mushrooms and pineapple mixed with red wine.



Miss Diva continued to focus preparing the meal, ignoring his questions.



‘Mmmmm smells good!” he quipped. “And if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your side-dish?” he asked in a curious tone with a smile.



“Stop being so nosy and impatient, Dr. Troy!” Miss Diva retorted, smacking him on the ass with her oven mitt.



“OW!” Christian jumped his hands covered his ass quickly in defense as she turned back to the oven



“Go and sit down!” I’ll bring it to the table when it’s ready!” she demanded.



Without hesitation, Christian hurriedly sat down at her table, looking down at his crotch and quickly took the napkin and folded it discreetly across his lap to hide his erection beginning to form under his pants.



He looked up suddenly sensing her eyes were watching him between preparing the dinner.



Miss Diva carefully brought the pan of pork chops over to the table, followed by rice pilaf and a vegetable-style polenta.



Christian looked at the food as an overwhelming wave to savor and devour washed over him like he hadn’t eaten in ages.



She casually walked by him and told him to go ahead and start eating.

“Would you like Merlot or Zinfandel with your meal?” she added.



“Mmmm… Merlot…. please!” his answer was slightly garbled, his mouth already full of food.



“I’ll be right back,” she reminded him.



“Don’t be long,” he teased, glancing over his shoulder.



A few minutes later music began to filter from the living room into the kitchen.



“Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover,” by Sophie B. Hawkins softly played.



While eating, Christian noticed that the song had skipped part way through and jumped to the chorus……



Damn I wish I was your lover

I’ll rock you till the daylight comes

Make sure you are smiling and warm

I am everything

Tonight I’ll be your mother I will

Do such things to ease your pain

Free your mind and you won’t be ashamed



Miss Diva walked back across the kitchen to bring her dinner to the table also holding a bottle of Merlot, she slowly poured more wine into his glass.



“Are you enjoying your meal, Dr. Troy?” she asked in a serious tone making a quick glance at him as she put the bottle down and went to light a candle on the table.



“Um hum,” Christian replied leaning over his plate his mouth full again, this time with polenta.



The lyrics continued…..



Open up on the inside gonna fill you up gonna make you cry



Miss Diva lifted her fork and began to eat, her eyes intent on watching Christian eating.



This monkey can’t stand to see you black and blue

Give you something sweet each time you

Come inside my jungle book

What is it just too good

Don’t say you’ll stay

‘Cause then you go away



“Please excuse me while I go to the bathroom,” she cleared her throat as she got up and casually walked by him again.



Christian, still engrossed in his dinner, slightly turned to watch her stroll out of the room.



“Mmmm I’ll bet she tastes sweeter than this wine,” he mused to himself while he took another sip of wine, leaning back in his chair, he started to feel a little more relaxed than usual.



He quickly snapped out of his momentary daze, putting his fork down and rubbed his eyes thinking that he hadn’t had that much to drink.



He shrugged his shoulders thinking it was just a lack of sleep or the magnitude of extra-curricular activities that he had participated in recently now catching up to him.



Damn I wish I was your lover

I’ll rock you till the daylight comes

Make sure you are smiling and warm

I am everything

Tonight I’ll be your mother I will

Do such things to ease your pain

Free your mind and you won’t be ashamed



Moments later, Miss Diva walked back into the kitchen. Christian instantly noticed the sudden change of attire on her body as she casually walked by him again.



He gulped on his food. “Holy Shit!” he gasped, becoming restless in his chair, his huge erection now poking through his napkin on his lap.



Miss Diva sat down to continue eating her meal, also taking a sip of her wine.



The lyrics of the song continued……..



Shucks, for me there is no other

You’re the only shoe that fits

I can’t imagine I’ll grow out of it

Damn I wish I was your lover



Christian picked up his wine glass, slowly taking a sip. His eyes began to stare at her over his glass.



Her eyes looked up and slowly met his. For a brief moment their eyes interlocked over their wine glasses.



She put her fork down and excused herself from the table once more, walking with a slow stride by him heading towards the living area, his eyes fixated on her every move until she left the room.



He turned back to his plate to finish his meal, his thoughts of Miss Diva wearing the black satin lace corset, panties and stockings driving him crazy.



He then reached for the napkin to dab his mouth, realizing his erection wasn’t going away. Frustrated in more ways than one, he tossed the napkin aside on the table, taking one last sip of his wine.



“Dammit! Where’d she go?” he frowned, realizing she’d been gone for what seemed like forever. He got up out of his chair to go look for her.



He tiptoed to the living area with his hands in his pockets, noticing the music had faded and stopped. Peeking around the corner, he saw Miss Diva on the couch casually painting her toe nails.



Christian stared across the room at her, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. He coughed to let her know he was watching her.



She immediately looked up, pausing in her tracks for a brief moment as she flicked some of her hair over her one shoulder providing a more clear view of her cleavage from within her corset.



“C’mere,” she said softly as she patted the couch beside her.



With his hands still in his pockets, he walked over towards her in a cocky manner and complied, sitting down on the couch reaching his hand out to stroke her one thigh.



Catching him, Miss Diva reached down quickly, grabbing his wrist, her nails digging in slightly. “Nah ah ah, Dr. Troy!” she waved her one finger at him with her other hand.



Taken a back by her instant rejection he winced, raising a brow, replying in a smug and sarcastic tone, “My, aren’t we playing hard to get, Miss Diva!” He sunk into the couch in a pout, his bottom lip jutting out even more as his eyes fell to his crotch feeling another twinge in his pants.



Miss Diva climbed and straddled on top of him, her breasts dangled near his mouth. Christian’s pleading eyes slowly came up, meeting hers.



She leaned down to his side, whispering in his ear, her hot breath driving him crazier by the second…. “I want you to paint my toe nails!” she demanded.



“But I-



“Shut up!” she hissed, interrupting as she put her finger to his lips.



He winced, his piercing blue eyes opened wide, surprised by her dominant ways. He tried to sit up straightening his posture as she slowly lifted her finger off his lips. He cleared his throat as his eyes darted to the floor.



Miss Diva slid off of him, her eyes not leaving Christian’s as she moved back to the other end of the couch leaning her head on the armrest and gently draped her one foot across his lap where she could feel the bulge within his pants.



Christian gasped, becoming slightly more restless on the couch as Miss Diva tossed him a bottle of red nail polish, catching him off guard by her persistence.



He caught it in the air then slowly twisted the cap off as he kept glancing at her occasionally, an amused and relieved look washed over his face.



Her eyes became obsessed following his hands as he sat stroking the nail polish brush slowly over her toe nails. She rested her head back down on the headrest, folding her arms behind her head and casually spread her legs giving him a view that he would not soon forget.



Christian’s eyes instinctively looked her over and he could not help but focus on the obvious profile of her pussy lips now well defined on her black panties. The site was too much for him and a slow, mischievous smile formed that washed across his face, showing his dimples.



“Hmm, have we a little fetish, Miss Diva?” he teased with a slight chuckle.



“Finish my toes, Dr. Troy!” she replied, ignoring his comment as she wiggled her toes on his lap.



He quickly glanced back down at her toes with a look of concentration as he meticulously took his time to ensure every crevice in her nail was painted until he was finished.



“Thank you,” she remarked with a wink as she slid her feet back casually over his hard erection, checking to see if he was still aroused.



She sat up on the couch and swung her legs around and pointed her toes in front of her, looking down at her feet on the floor, checking to make sure that he hadn’t missed a spot.



“Perfect!” she remarked with a slow smile, looking at him.



“I’ll be right back,” she winked again.



Christian let his head fall back against the back of the couch, “Oh God, here we go again!” Christian muttered under his breath before closing his eyes.



To Be Continued