All Chapters of Addicted to the CEO: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

But every time I went back to that night, I felt my belly about to turn.How come I wasted a single minute on that? On him!The son of a bitch had turned my world upside down. He’d threatened me with sending me back to prison for life if I didn’t let him play with me. He’d disrupted my whole life. He’d screwed up my relationship with the girl I loved.And I missed him?How many levels of fucked up was that? How could I possibly harbor any feeling other than hate for him?Not to mention the pronoun.I wasn’t about to turn gay overnight, especially not over that arrogant prick, and let him bang my ass like he did his pretty Mr. All Fours. Because that was all he wanted. He’d stated awfully clearly over our famous dinner.Then why on earth did I keep checking my phone and the locker, to see if there was any sign of him? Why the hell did I wish I could let him tie me down and play with me till he made me beg? How come I was so not right in the head that his sick games made me feel good, n

I breathed deep and shook my head.“He...” I trailed off and needed a moment to put the words together and find my voice to utter them. “He touches me.” I shrugged. “He edges me.”Steph narrowed her eyes, studying me. “And you like it?” she asked in a whisper.I held her eyes, setting my jaw.Her whispering turned into an angry accusation. “You like it!” She was back to her furious bellowing. “You fucking like it, you filthy slut! You don’t care it’s a man as long as it’s a hand on your fucking dick!”My only defense was getting angry too. “So what? At least he cares if I fucking come! Wish I could say the same about you!”“Son of a bitch! You let him fuck you in the ass for a blowjob!”“What? He doesn’t fuck me in the ass! I’d never let him! Told you I’m not gay!”Her mocking scoff took me aback. “Jesus, D! You’re so fucking naïve! He’s gonna have your ass sooner than later, ‘cause that’s what he wants! And once he gets what he wants, he’s gonna discard you along with the rubber.”“W

The kitchen reminded me of the West Wing’s, only smaller. The fridge was stocked for a year-long lockdown, like the cupboards.“Son of a bitch,” I murmured when I found several bags of seafood in the freezer.Since I’d missed my dinner order, I grabbed one of the seafood bags and put it in the microwaves before going back to the fridge. The autopilot didn’t consult me to take out my phone and type a text.“No six-packs. Lousy host.”I only reacted after sending it. Shit! I didn’t want to contact him! There was no way the control freak didn’t know I was there, but I didn’t want to make any fuss about it either.He didn’t reply right away. Good. He was busy, surely enjoying Friday night with Mr. All Fours, so he wouldn’t see my text till morning. I didn’t intend to stay there more than one night, so I’d be gone by the time he read my stupid joke.Cooking always distracted me, and to make things even better, the flat TV past the table showed me the Lakers game had just started. I was lay

“We’ve got plenty of time,” he replied, stroking my shaft over my trunks and teasing one of my nipples at the same time. “Let’s call this a quickie, so you won’t go off so soon later.”“What?” Shit, I was already about to come! How could I be such a horny slut?He pulled down my sweatpants and my underwear, pushing me closer to the basin with his hips. I didn’t freak out because, as usual, his crotch against my butt felt flat like a board. Guess I had Mr. All Fours to thank for that.He let go of my nipple for a moment, only to bring one of my hands down to my crotch, while his other hand closed my fingers around my own cock before slipping under it to grab my nuts.“There, all yours,” he whispered.I just did what he wanted, for a change. What I also wanted. My mind only had room for what he’d just said, the keyword being later. Okay, yeah. If I knew him a little, he’d brought some oil, and I intended to make him spend it all on me before he left.He held me tight for a moment after

It felt different. No ripples, but a warm tinkling spreading down from my nipples, that needed more rubbing as it grew stronger, reaching my navel in no time. When he pinched my nipples, it was like an electric jolt running down my body all the way to my groin. I pushed my chest up, and like replying to what I didn’t dare to ask, he replaced one of his hands with his tongue. The fingers still wet in oil brushed the tip of my cock, making me stir and groan.He took his sweet time teasing me like that, while I shivered and moaned, my hips trying to push my throbbing cock into his hand that stayed out of reach, his fingertips tight together to open over my tip every time I pushed, never going further than my head.Suddenly, he moved back to watch me like that for a moment, spread legs with my knees up, panting, blurry eyes on him, hard as a ram, at his mercy past any attempt of denying it. He bent over me and his mouth rested between my pecs, from where it slid down my belly up to my nav