The CEO Is Obsessed With Me

My heart skips a beat when I feel a tightness around the skin of my wrists, and I wince slightly, trying my best to take a glance at what he is doing. But he holds me in place, and when I struggle against his grip, he slaps my ass.

Hard.

“Ah!” I yelp, sinking back into the bed as I feel an electrifying feeling course through me, a stinging pain that makes my core slick with juices.

Damn, that felt good.

“That’s what you get when you don’t do what I say,” he rasps, his voice a deep mix of irritation and smugness. But I wanted him to spank me again, so I fought against his grip once more, and this time he slaps my pussy.

I moan out loud, arching my back further as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I am on cloud nine, and my body eagerly craves the sensations he gives me.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” I hear him say, but his tone holds no annoyance, just fascination. “You’re going to regret disobeying me if you keep that up.”

It is an obvious threat, but I am a fool who loves to tread on dangerous paths.

“Am I going to get punished?” I dare to ask, the idea causing my core to tingle with excitement.

“Normal people wouldn’t want a punishment,” he replies, and soon I realize he has bound my hands together with his belt. The bed creaks loudly as he rises to his feet once more, and I catch a glimpse of him going to pick something up from the floor.

It is my award, and in that split moment, I don’t know what to expect.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Luke turns to my line of sight, and time freezes as his lips split into a devilish grin.

“The safe word is ‘More.'”

Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

The CEO climbs the bed, and I wince as he slaps my ass again, the sound echoing throughout the room, entangling with my moans and whimpers.

And all I wanted was more.

“Ahh!”

Each slap is harder than the next, each one more painful and more pleasurable.

“More,” I moan out loud, and suddenly he stops his onslaught on me.

I wait, but after a few minutes pass, nothing still happens.

“CEO?” I call out to him, and he hums in acknowledgment.

My brows furrow in confusion at this, but I don’t know what exactly to say.

I gasp slightly as he suddenly rolls me to lay on my back, pinning my tied hands above my head as he towers over me with a mischievous glint in his dual-colored eyes.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, feigning innocence as his other hand moves to caress my cheeks. “I said our safe word is ‘More,’ or do you not know what a safe word means?”

I knew what a safe word means, and it was then I realize he played a sneaky game with me. Using ‘More’ as a safe word only meant that he could continue to toy with me, giving me great heights of pleasure and immediately seizing it the moment I demand more.

I understand it clearly, this is his way of punishment.

“Can we choose another word?” I timidly ask, my voice trembling as he leans closer, his lips merely inches away from mine.

“Remember we’re doing this on my terms, sweetheart,” he coos, his voice coming out in a chilling whisper that makes me gulp down my spit. He holds out the award, and my eyes widen as he drags the golden recognition down my body.

My lips part as the award ghosts over my entrance, my eyes squeezing shut as he rubs the top of the award against my clit. I jerk under him, overwhelmed by the stimulation, and he chuckles darkly.

“I’ll say it again,” he starts, his eyes blazing with a crazed flare as his grip on my hands tightens.

“The safe word is ‘More.'”

I yelp as he suddenly shoves the award into me with one powerful thrust of his hand, effectively knocking the air out of my lungs as my eyes blur with tears at the sudden rush of pain and.

The CEO’s lips crash against mine, swallowing my moans as he continues to push the award in and out of me, giving me no chance to adjust as my body convulses under him. The award is shaped like a globe with a medium-sized cylindrical stand that serves as its base. It stretched me wide, mercilessly constricting against my insides, and with each thrust, the pain subsides, being replaced by back breaking pleasure.

I was too lost and disoriented to notice that he had changed our positions, now my back pressed against his chest as he laid behind me, twisting my body in a way that has my legs entangled with his, and I can feel his hard erection grinding against my bare ass.

His free hand trails to my neck, clamping against my delicate skin as his tongue darts into my mouth without hesitation, entangling with mine and exploring every inch of me in feverish haste. He tasted like dark coffee and strawberry bubble gum, and his manly scent and essence only gets stronger as he conquers me so effortlessly.

I could have fainted due to the overwhelm of it all, but his controlled thrusts and his tight grip on my throat provided me with a mix of sensations that brought me to the brink of insanity.

My walls tightened around the honour in which I was awarded with, one that was meant to be shelved and treasured in my home, but was now used in an erotic and sultry affair with the very same man that presented it to me.

My orgasm comes quick and violent, exploding into a rush of ecstasy and heightened pleasure.

My legs tense and tremble as I feel my juices slip down my thighs, evidence of my arousal coaxing the award that remained deep within me. Lightheaded, all I can do was sigh softly into the kiss, trying my best to catch up to his pace as my body leaned against him.

I had barely recovered from the mind-blowing release when the CEO pulls back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting us as we catch our breath. I meet his eyes with my teary gaze, but his expression is stern and cold.

“Did I give you permission to come?” he asks gruffly, grabbing my jaw roughly as his gaze darkened with raw fury and irritation.

I look up at him, my mind still fuzzy. I confused, not knowing what I had done wrong, and it seemed my silence only fueled his anger.

“You really want to get punished, huh?” he scoffs, heterochromatic eyes shining with a psychotic gleam that makes my heart race.

“I was going to go easy on you since it’s your first time…” he starts, and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as he pulls out the award from my throbbing pussy, his hand reaching into his pockets to retrieve a small remote. “But fuck that.”

In an instant, he jerks me off the bed, pulling me by my hair and dragging me to the ground. I wince as my scalp burns under his grip, and since my hands are still tied, I fall face flat on the floor.

The CEO lets go of me and uses the remote to reveal a hidden door in the room. He leaves me on the floor and enters the room, only to come back with a mysterious box.

He sets the box in front of me and crouches down to my eye level, his lips spreading into a smug grin as he gestures toward the open box.

“You’re going to make a fucking good guinea pig,”

My eyes trail to the box and I unconsciously held my breath as my heart raced with uncertainty and anticipation. The box was filled with things I had only seen in hardcore BDSM sex videos, every item designed to bring painfully pleasurable sensations on the same level with lustful torture.

I return my gaze to the CEO as he leans forward, grasping my chin lightly as his thumb grazed over my parted lips.

“And this time….. I’ll have you beg me to let you come.”