All Chapters of CEO's Only Wife: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Two o'clock in the morning. Eric stood outside Kitten's door, absorbed in the realization that he didn't have much of a choice as to what had to happen next. After his encounter with Felipe, he spent the day searching his room. He found a lot of cameras but still wasn't sure he had found them all. Felipe is a sick bastard, a nosy who knows nothing of politeness or shame. Eric had half hoped that someone would stop him from smashing the machines he had found, but there was no one. In fact, everyone avoids him. Eric wasn't sure if that was a good thing. He really wanted to vent his frustration on someone. After he was pretty sure he had removed the camera, he thought long and hard about everything Felipe could possibly know. What a nauseating answer. He had found the cameras in the bathroom, well hidden in the air vent. What he assumed was a screw attached to a light bulb above the bathroom mirror, turned out to be another camera. Felipe put them all over the place. He had seen Eric m

Kitten's hips leaned forward just a little, the urge of desire made her nipples harden and 'little girl' wet. She hesitated, but only for a second. Swallowing heavily and biting her lip, she did as he asked and placed her hand on her swollen mysterious spot. “Do you touch yourself, Kitten?” he asked. He purposely let his warm breath caress her open flesh. Kitten shivers. “T-d-sometimes.” “Did you make yourself to the top?” Eric carefully placed a hand on hers and pressed her fingers deeper than her own skin. Kittens groan, arching their hips toward their hands. "Sometimes!" she groaned loudly. Eric smiled at her, even though he knew she couldn't see. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling above. Eric leaned forward and ran his jaw along her inner thigh. “Show me,” he said. Kitten's body tensed, he could feel it beneath his cheekbones. He heard her take a deep, shaky breath, and then her hand moved beneath his. He kissed the inside of her knee and sat back, adjusting the painful ere

Day 10: Evening “I have to pee,” I tell Kudo. He grimaced but made no comment. "What? Humans have to pee from time to time, Kudo.” “Yes,” he said amusingly, “I know. I just don't understand why you feel the need to make it so obvious. Just a simple, 'I want to take a break' is enough.” I laughed and jumped off the bed to go to the bathroom. Kudo stiffened slightly as I passed by. He avoids my gaze and deliberately looks out the window. He may be weird, but I can't help but be curious about him. I wonder what kind of person he is when he's not in his FBI role. You know what they say about quiet people. I talked continuously for hours. My mouth feels as dry as bone. I removed the plastic wrap from a cup and collected water from the faucet. It tasted disgusting, but I swallowed it anyway. Somewhere far away in my mind, I knew I should feel emotionally drained, or even cry and sad. But mostly I just see…nothing. I'm not sure why. I guess it was because I already knew how the story w

Another surge of electricity ran through me. I am in dire need of liberation. I screamed behind the gag and struggled under the ropes, but that only added to my misery. I lifted my butt, trying to find a way to move and create enough friction to bring orgasm, but it was pathetically useless. I sobbed and let the tears flow as the pulse stopped. The door opened and a sigh of relief swept over me. Eric finally came back to end my suffering. I know you will. He approached slowly and I let out soft sounds, begging him to make it stop. As if reading my mind, his warm hand cupped my face and I leaned against it, pressing my wet cheek against his wrist and sobbing. If I could see, I would probably be more embarrassed and proud. Instead, I simply got lost in my misery and longed to get out of it. His hand moved down my neck and chest as another surge of electricity came in. I bend over. I want to come, no – I need to. The table shook as I struggled. Eric's hand caressed the soft flesh benea

It took a long time before the door opened again and this time, I won't simply accept physical relief. Unless, of course, that physical release involves punching Eric in the stomach and forcing him to unconsciousness. I growled as I heard footsteps approaching me, silently begging the one who was under my wrath to be Eric and not an uninvited guest. A smug laugh and I know it's him. I can't help but feel deeply relieved. “How are you feeling, Pet?” At that moment I just wanted to curse him terribly, but the machine started up again, and all I could do was stop myself from screaming. Over the course of the night, the frequency of the electrical impulses gradually decreased. I wondered if it was the benevolence my mysterious guest was talking about. Even so, the intensity of the electrical pulse was very strong, and it had been going on for many hours. They bring both pleasure and pain, and the tendency to pain is increasing. When the current finally let go of me, I couldn't help but