Gretel's Game: Seduction, Power & Female Dominance by King Key
The alluring Gretel Fox is on top of her game. Exploiting Casper Waverly’s sexual guilt, she fleeces him of eighteen hundred dollars, spanks him, and makes him fire Kurt Merchant, her opening maneuver to steal Casper’s firm. Donning a macho leather outfit to play “Greg,” she shafts her own boss, Sidney Schisslinger, in her grab for Sidney’s company. Later, Gretel cheats Kurt out of his hard-earned business award, publicly humiliates him, and dispatches her henchman, Bruiser Blunden, to vandalize Kurt’s classic Corvette. Seducing Casper out of thirty percent of his company, Gretel stands above him, insisting Casper kneel and kiss her until his wife arrives with her lawyer.
Putting men on their knees is clearly Gretel’s specialty, and with such power, it would seem that the wily Dominant Female can get anything she wants.
But then, Gretel’s game unravels. She can’t indulge her in her darkest desires because Kurt loves her so much he accepts what she dishes out. The architect of her game plan deserts her, and Gretel’s nemesis, Jessica Noble, tries to steal Kurt. Gretel could inherit a multimillion-dollar business conglomerate from her late husband—but his family continues contesting his will. Ominously, Sidney and Bruiser conspire again against her.
Meanwhile, Gretel smirks because they’re too naïve to play Gretel’s Game.
“Sit down.” She examined him. “Light gray suit. Good boy.”
Casper kept leering at Gretel while he settled into his desk chair. The brilliance of her green eyes always took his breath away—so rare in a world of blue and brown eyes. When her right hand and arm slithered into her glove, causing a rippling, soft glimmer in the leather, his Adam’s apple bobbed. He licked his lips. During Gretel’s tantalizing show with her left glove, Casper reached into his hip pocket and took out his wallet.
Gretel stepped close to him, teasing him with her voluptuous body while denying him the pleasure of touching her. She took his wallet from his hand, removed all of the bills, and tossed his wallet on the desk. “Have you been a good boy?” she asked.
The fifty-five-year-old boy replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Time for your allowance.” She peeled the bills off and let them fall carelessly, counting, “One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, five hundred, twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, ninety, ninety-five, six hundred and one, two, three dollars.”
“Thank you!” he exclaimed. He fell on his knees to gather his allowance. Gretel’s touch transformed his own money into Gretel’s precious gift.
With Casper’s eye level at her legs, Gretel tapped her foot, treating him to the vision of her flexing calf muscle—compressing her sensuality and power into one motion. To exasperate him further, Gretel held her pose and tapped her foot faster. Her haughty stance paralyzed him. She felt a mild rush while he fumbled with the money. She snapped, “Hurry up!”
“Yes, ma’am.” He gathered the bills in a stack. “You’re very generous.”
“You can’t have all of it.” She snatched the stack from his hand, peeled off three one-hundred-dollar bills, and handed the rest of the money to him.
The sharp intrusion of reality into their game rankled him. “That’s not fair!”
She stroked his cheek with her left gloved hand. “I know! You get horny when I cheat you. You crave me so much you could explode, and you can’t resist my cruelty.”
Lifting the hem of her dress with her left hand, she tucked the three hundred dollars inside her stocking. Casper couldn’t avert his eyes from Gretel’s legs. Gretel rotated her right hip up slightly in a stance full of hubris that drained Casper’s resistance, snaring him in one of her favorite traps. “What are you staring at?!” she demanded. “You rude little boy! You don’t deserve an allowance.” She pushed the hem of her dress down.
“Please! I won’t do it again. Give me another chance.”
Gretel lifted the hem of her dress with both hands, enough to flash him with her thighs and girdle. When Casper powerlessly gazed at Gretel’s irresistible bait, she smirked. “Put the rest of the money in my stocking.” Gretel felt aroused watching the pained lust in Casper’s eyes. He would surrender all of his cash just to touch her thigh. When he knelt again, she wanted to press his face into her crotch.
Casper pulled softly, reverently at the rim of her stocking and tucked the money inside. Gretel stepped back to smooth out her dress and cover Casper’s cash tribute and her bait. Casper he protested, “You’re malicious!”
She took both of his cheeks in her gloved hands. “And you love it! Stand up.”
“Please don’t embarrass me.” But he stood anyway.
And she embarrassed him anyway. “What’s that?” She pointed to the tent his pants formed over his rigid tent pole.
“May I sit down?” Casper admired Gretel’s face. Her tiny mouth suggested stinginess with her kisses, but her lush, thick lips made each kiss a precious treat.
“You’re happy to see me, aren’t you?”