[Serpent Queen] ...Carlos to stay back, to get another invitation.

She called out for Carlos Silva to stay.

He looked at her, a smirk on his face as he nodded, settling back into his chair, the last of the ministers filing out of the door. He waited until the door was shut before speaking. "I have a feeling I know what this is about," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what would that be?"

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. "I heard your speech loud and clear, Bella. You understood what I told you, didn't you? Montesoro is a jungle, and the strong will always rule."

Isabella scoffed. "I'm surprised you actually listened, Carlos. I didn't think you were capable of such focus. And don't call me Bella."

Carlos laughed. "Oh come now, Presidente, I am a man of many talents. You've seen some of them yourself." He leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know what I think? I think you enjoyed yourself at my party, and that scares you. It scares you because its something you cannot find anywhere else, not with all your wealth and power. It scares you because you enjoyed being part of my flock. And I can see it in your eyes, Bella, that you crave more."

Isabella's anger flared, but she couldn't deny the truth in his words. The memories of her night at Carlos's mansion were still fresh in her mind—the hedonistic pleasure, the sense of freedom, the thrill of being part of something so forbidden. She had tried to push the memories away, but they kept creeping back in, a constant temptation.

"Come on Bella, say the words. Tell me you want to taste the forbidden fruit once more, and I promise you, you can have it all again." he said, his voice low and enticing. His eyes were fixed on her, full of confidence and a hint of danger.

Isabella was torn between her desire and her duty, her face flushed with a mix of anger and lust. She wanted to say it was simply to canvas support for her regime, that she was only using him and his influence, but that was only partly true. Deep down, she knew she wanted to be taken again, to feel that unrestrained pleasure course through her, to surrender to the dark desires that Carlos's parties offered.

She looked down at her desk, trying to gather her thoughts. "What do you want in return, Carlos? What's your price for another... invitation?" she finally asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her hands gripped the edge of her desk, knuckles turning white as she struggled with her inner conflict.

Carlos' grin widened. "Oh Bella, it's simple. The price would be... you. Unrestricted access to your body, whenever I want, wherever I want. Think about it - the freedom to let go, to indulge in your wildest fantasies, all within the safety of my circle. And all you have to do is submit to my desires." He leaned back again, his eyes never leaving hers.

Isabella's breath hitched at his words. "And what about my position? My power? You expect me to just give it all up?"

He laughed. "Oh, of course not. You would still be the Presidente, still in control. But in private, away from prying eyes, you would be mine. Your pleasure, your desires, would be in my hands. And I promise you, the pleasure would be unlike anything you've ever experienced. We can start immediately, in fact."

She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing. Her pussy was on fire, and she couldn't believe what she was about to say. "You think I'm a whore, Carlos? You think I'll just bend over for you whenever you snap your fingers?"

She stood up and walked around the table to him. "I'm the President of this country, Carlos, not some cheap slut."

She could see the hesitation, the slight fear tugging at his smug smile as she leaned in.

"But you shall own my body, at least when we're alone," she said, and she could feel the heat in her cheeks as she said the words, the thrill of submission coursing through her veins. She would not allow him to control her, but the thought of surrendering her body to him, of being used for his pleasure, was intoxicating. She would still have her power, but she would also have the freedom to let go, to explore her darkest desires.

She unbuttoned her pants and dropped them to the floor, revealing her wetness, a thin pair of lacy black panties the only thing covering her modesty.

He looked at her, his eyes widening in surprise. "My, my, Presidente. I didn't think you'd be so eager." He grinned, his hands moving to the waistband of her panties. "But who am I to deny you?"

His fingers pulled her panties down, exposing her dripping pussy to him, strands of her wetness sticking to the fabric. She shivered, not from cold but from anticipation. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. He leaned in, his hot breath caressing her skin.

She felt his fingers trace the contours of her pussy, teasing her, making her gasp with need. She couldn't help but moan, the sound escaping her lips before she could bite it back.

"Such a beautiful pussy," Carlos murmured, his voice dripping with lust. "And all mine to play with."

He gripped her her waist, lifting her off the ground and onto the table. He pushed her back until she was lying on the cold, hard surface, her twitching pussy exposed for him to violate.

She gasped, the thrill running through her body, sending her mind into a haze.

"Oh Carlos," she breathed, "You can use me any way you want. You can fuck my pussy anyway you want. All of my holes. Please, oh god, please fuck me!"

Carlos's grin was wolfish as he positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and throbbing. He teased her entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit, eliciting a whimper of need from her.

"You're such a tease you bastard, fuck me, please..." She whimpered, thrusting her hips desperately to impale herself on his meat. He pushed down on her stomach, pinning her onto the table, depriving her of her pleasure, making her beg.

"Say it again," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me how much you want it, Presidente."

Isabella could hardly think, her mind foggy with arousal. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel the stretch of his cock as he filled her up. "Please, Carlos," she whispered, her voice ragged with need. "I want you to fuck me, to use me. I want to be your whore."

He laughed, a deep, throaty sound. "That's what I like to hear," he said, and finally, he thrust into her, his cock sinking deep into her pussy, her wetness enveloping him.

She gasped, arching her back as he began to move, his hips slamming against hers in a brutal rhythm. She could feel every inch of him, the thickness of his cock stretching her wide, the heat of his body pressed against hers. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of skin slapping and her juices squelching around his meat.

"Oh god, right there, right there, oh god yes, fuck me Carlos, fuck me, I'm yours, you can fuck me whenever you want, oh god!" Isabella screamed, her brain fucked into mush by his cock. Carlos grunted, entirely focused on using her like a fuck toy, a fleshlight, her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock everytime he pulled it out.

"My whole body's heating up, oh my god, I'm so fucking hot, I can't take this anymore...ahhhhh!"

She tore at her shirt, **** the relief the heat that had consumed her entire being, the buttons popping and flying all over the table. She pushed down her bra to her stomach, and now she lay naked on her conference table, her firm, tanned breasts bouncing in front of his eyes, her pale nipples hard and perky.

"My tits, please suck on them, please, I want to cum from my tits, Carlos, Carlos, Carlos, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me like a whore, like your whore, I'm your whore, my pussy is yours, oh!" She rambled, her words making less and less sense, her eyes rolling back into her head.

He complied, leaning foward and taking a nipple in his mouth, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin, making her scream. He sucked on her nipple, teasing her with his tongue, his thrusts never slowing for a moment. Isabella was lost in the sensation, the feeling of his mouth on her breast sending shockwaves through her body.

"You like that, don't you? You like being fucked on this table, like a whore?" he said, his voice rough with desire.

"Yes, yes," she pleaded, her hips bucking against him, meeting his every thrust. "Take my hole Carlos, its yours, its your hole, use it however you want."

She was close, so close, the heat in her core building to an unbearable intensity. Carlos's cock was relentless, pounding into her with a ferocity that took her breath away. He was grunting now, his breath hot against her skin, an animalistic sound that echoed in the room. He crashed his mouth onto hers, sucking sloppily at her face, and that was all she needed to tip her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body arching off the table, her pussy clenching around his cock. She shuddered, feeling every muscle in her body contract all at once, her toes pointing straight into the air.

Carlos did not relent, grabbing her waist and fucking her through her orgasm, her breasts bouncing in tight circles as he rammed his meat into her spasming pussy.

"Stop! Oh god, your fucking me up Carlos, your going to fucking break me!" she wailed.

He continued to fuck her even as her orgasm subsided, his cock still hard and demanding. He pounded into her, his thighs meeting her ass with a satisfying slap each time. Carlos's grip on her waist was bruising, his fingers digging into her skin as he fucked her with a single-minded determination. He was close, so close, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared the edge.

"Here it comes, take my fucking cum, this is my fucking pussy, yea, yea, yea!" he growled, and with a final, brutal thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside her. He stayed inside, filling her up, his cum flooding her pussy, dripping out of her and onto the table below. Isabella felt it flood into her womb, the sensation of his cum filling up the void inside her making her moan, the heat of his seed making her body tingle.

He stayed inside her, both of them breathing hard, the aftermath of their coupling leaving them spent and sweaty. He finally pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices, and stood over her, admiring his handiwork.

Isabella lay there, her legs spread, her pussy dripping with his cum, her body marked with his touch. She felt utterly and completely used, and she loved it.

Carlos leaned down, whispering in her ear. "This is how I'm going to take you from now on, Bella. On your back, on your knees, against the wall, in the shower, on the bed, in the car, even on the streets. You will never have privacy from my cock again, and you will be begging me to fuck you at the end of the day. I will do everything you ask for in public, but in private, you are my slut, and this," he said, grabbing her hair and making her look at her swollen pussy, "is my pussy."

She shivered, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She nodded, unable to speak, her breath still coming in gasping sobs.

He grinned, satisfied, and stepped back, leaving her there on the table, naked and exposed. He straightened his clothes, smoothing down his disheveled hair, and turned to leave. As he reached the door, he glanced back at her, a smirk on his face.

"I can't wait to see you at my next party, Presidente." With that, he was gone, leaving Isabella alone with her thoughts and the lingering sensation of his touch. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew she couldn't resist the darkness that Carlos represented, the primal, animalistic desire he awakened in her.