El CEO Está Obsesionado ConmigoES

AURELIA

I threw my head back, my moans muffled against the gag in my mouth as my whole body trembled in painful pleasure. My wrists burned, my arms bound by a tight rope that eliminated any possibility of escape

I looked at him pleadingly as tears welled up in my eyes, begging him to end my suffering.

He just smiled, leaning down to roughly grab my chin.

"Have you had enough?" he asked, his voice husky and echoing in my ears, his hot breath fanning my face as I writhed beneath his grip. "Or do you want me to punish you more?"

A normal person would have easily rejected him, but I was far from normal. I nodded slowly, and he smirked.

I screamed loudly as I felt the whip lash my most sensitive part; my eyes rolled back as waves of ecstasy clouded my mind.

"You're a fucking whore," he whispered cautiously, and my gaze met his as he settled between my legs, parting my thighs with his firm hands. His dark eyes absorbed the sight of my throbbing, dripping cunt, burning with a desire that only served to excite me more. I shuddered as he slowly ran two fingers along my entrance, gathering my slippery essence between them.

I watched him, mesmerized, as he brought his fingers to his lips, his burning gaze never leaving mine as his tongue darted out to lick. He sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes for a moment as if savoring my taste. The scene was so damn sexy that it made me want him more with every passing second.

I wanted to touch him so badly, to feel that beautiful body sculpted with hard, defined muscles. But I wasn't allowed that privilege; that night he had me wrapped around his fingers, subjected solely to satisfying his needs and desires.

I squeezed my eyes shut as an electrifying sensation shot through my clitoris; my scream was muffled by the gag as I tried to close my open legs, but his grip prevented me. A thrill danced in his eyes as my breathing became shallow and sweat coated my naked body, highlighting the bite marks scattered across my skin. Proof of his voracious nature.

He twisted the taser in the palm of his hand, leaning over me as he dragged it down my stomach. I gasped, my eyes widening in anticipation as he stopped at my breasts.

“Cry for me, baby,” was his only warning before the next move, and I let out a sharp moan as electric currents assaulted my hardened nipples. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and he purred contentedly, brushing the side of my face with his knuckles. His thumb circled my wet cheeks as he leaned in, his lips just inches from mine.

"Good girl..." he cooed, removing the gag from my mouth. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at his praise. "You belong to me, your pain, your joy, and your pleasure are all mine. Mine and mine alone."

He sealed his declaration with a feverish kiss, finally giving me what I craved most. My body hadn't yet recovered from his assault, but he didn't care. With a hard thrust of his hips, I completely melted. My sanity shattered the instant he filled me entirely.

"Mine," he growled, his fingers digging into my skin as he continued to fuck me mercilessly with sheer force and power. "Fucking mine!"

How did I end up in such a compromising situation, you ask?

Well, it all goes back to a month earlier, and before that, I never would have imagined being in a position like this, definitely not with my boss.

A few months earlier…

"Cheers!"

A delighted giggle escaped my lips as I clinked glasses with my colleagues. The six of us had gathered to celebrate the success of a new project launched by our production team. The bar we chose exuded a welcoming atmosphere, with dim Edison bulbs casting a warm glow on the exposed brick walls. Jazz music floated in the air, complementing the bubbly ambiance and relaxed conversation

"Here's to more successful projects!" cheered Ms. Juniper, our team's design lead, puffing out her chest with pride as she raised her beer glass. "And here's to the best design team around!"

I applauded his statement, and a round of genuine laughter followed.

"Honestly, I don't think we could have done it without Aurelia," Caspian said, looking at me, his youthful dimples appearing as he winked. "Her designs are amazing."

I blushed intensely at his compliment, hiding my smile behind the rim of my glass as I tried to cool my burning cheeks with the drink.

"Well, if it weren't for your experience interpreting patterns, it wouldn't have been very useful," I countered with a flirty smile, which he returned wholeheartedly.

Caspian was the team's pattern maker, specializing in translating design sketches into patterns, ensuring the correct fit and functionality of the garments.

“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I did all the heavy lifting, sourcing the materials,” Kendal, the textile specialist and the most energetic of the group, chimed in, pointing between Caspian and me. “I’m the golden boy of the project,” he proclaimed, and I playfully rolled my eyes as he grinned smugly.

Kendal was a textiles and materials specialist; her role was to search for and evaluate fabrics, embellishments, and materials for designs, keeping up to date with new trends and sustainable options.

"Everyone calm down, let's try to liven things up with a game, okay?" Olivia suggested, and I squinted curiously, catching the mischievous glint in her eyes. I wondered what she was up to. Olivia was a good friend of mine, and we worked together on several projects and fashion lines.

"Which game?" asked Mathew, who was mostly quiet and reserved, but a hard worker and very reliable. He was our trusted sample maker, responsible for building prototypes and sample designs for review and adjustment before final production.

"I never," she smirked, and I choked on my drink. Caspian gave me a worried look, but I reassured him with a small smile.

Of all the possible games, why did I have to choose that one?

"Come on, Olivia, those games are for teenagers, we're adults," I tried to sound casual as I changed the subject, but then Kendal intervened.

“Nah, never mind, we’re not that old,” she mused, turning to Mrs. Juniper for approval. “Right, Mrs. J?” she added, and as we all watched expectantly, I mentally prayed she’d reject the idea. But my hopes were dashed when she nodded, flashing a wide smile and giving a thumbs-up.

"Let's do this!" he exclaimed, clinking his glass against Kendal's, who raised his fist in victory.

"Perfect," Olivia clapped, and I swallowed hard as I explained the rules.

"It's simple. Each person takes a turn saying something they've never done. For example, 'I've never traveled to Europe,'" he began, expertly mixing a combination of hard liquor with his hands. "If you have, you drink. But if not, you're safe for that round."

"Understood. Any other rules we should know?" Caspian asked, but Kendal answered for her, almost as if they had planned it beforehand.

"Yes, make sure your statements are interesting and reveal something about you. And remember, honesty is key!"

He offered to start. "Me first. I've never had sex in the office."

Typical of Kendal to start with something sexual.

We all gasped when Mrs. Juniper took a drink, and as if she sensed the questions coming, she put a finger to her lips to silence us. "No comment," she said playfully, and I knew instinctively that from then on it was all downhill from there.

It was Mathew's turn. "I've never touched myself thinking about a co-worker," he said softly, and my eyes widened at the boldness of his words, dilating further as Caspian drank.

Now I was dying to know who that person was. It could be anyone, and that thought left a bitter pang of jealousy in my chest.

"Damn, that's dirty," Kendal commented as he ruffled Caspian's hair like a proud father.

“I’ve never had a threesome,” Olivia declared, and I blinked in surprise as both she and Mathew took a drink. Maybe I wasn’t so innocent after all.

"Wow, that was unexpected," Caspian laughed, thoughtfully stroking his chin as he touched her. "I've never been in an open relationship."

Kendal smiled smugly as he drank, finishing his glass in one gulp.

And finally, it was my turn. All eyes were on me, and I suddenly found the laces of my leather boots interesting. I had nothing to say, and I was the only one who hadn't drunk yet.

But then my phone rang in my pocket; I quickly pulled it out, apologizing with a small smile before excusing myself to answer it.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go," I told them, inwardly grateful to have dodged a stray bullet.

"Aww, but we were getting to the good part," Kendal complained, but Olivia tapped him on the back of the neck to silence him, earning an annoyed look from the dark-haired boy as I said goodbye. "See you later, Auri."

"Have a safe trip home, Aurelia," Mrs. Juniper wished me, and Mathew gave me a shy smile.

I was about to leave when Caspian offered to drive me home. I couldn't refuse, thinking that maybe, just maybe… that night I would finally muster the courage to take our friendship to the next level.

Simply put, maybe I'd finally get laid that night.