Centuries of existence have taught me the true nature of desire. It isn't about romance or tenderness - it's about power. The way a man's cock hardens against his will when I walk by. The involuntary twitch of his hips when I whisper what I want to do to him. Tonight, I'm reminiscing about the CEO who thought he could negotiate his way into my bed. How his confident smirk vanished when I pinned him against the boardroom table, tore his tailored suit, and rode his face until he was begging for air. His ambition tasted better than any vintage in my cellar. Who else believes they're powerful enough to handle being used as my personal toy?