Man Eater

Perhaps I liked being in control. Perhaps I loved it.
There was something erotic about the submissiveness of such a dominant looking man.
The way he carried himself with authority in public, but begged on his knees for my attention in private. His wife couldn't satisfy him, and now I had become a drug that did more than that.
I fluttered my lashes innocently, though every thought running through my mind was anything but.
"Down," I ordered, as if he were a pet. As if he were my pet.
And like the obedient man he was, he listened, sliding down until his stomach met the carpet of his wife's office.
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in which a thirty-nine-year-old father and husband surrenders all control to an eighteen-year-old girl.