All Chapters of Addicted to the CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It had to be about power. Anyone would gladly submit to his every whim, so the sick sucker’s kick was finding someone who wouldn’t.How come I’d never felt anything like this with Steph?So weird, though. He’d said I was hot, or that he liked this or that, but he’d kept it together the whole time. He had me jolting and humping and whining and sweating, while he didn’t seem to be the least bit turned on.Not that I was in shape to pay attention to details, but the crotch of his slacks had remained flat as a board, not the slightest sign of a bulge underneath.I just hoped Steph was mad at me about being so late again. That would spare me.To be continued. Of course he wouldn’t stop. Why would he? Not like I could report it. Where would I do it? To HR, to tell our CEO was groping me against my will? Or to the police that considered me a wanted felon?Maybe he couldn’t get it up, so he made up for it edging others who still could. There was no why me. Some snitch from HR had found out ab

I zoomed out, my guts squirming and my heart drumming. Yeah, that was me alright. Shit! The picture had been taken the night before, and judging by the angle, that dark line on the right edge was Big Ellie’s chair. How could it look like it’d been taken from behind him, like someone else were sitting at the table?“Fuck!” I mumbled, closing my eyes to try to keep it together.His computer. I’d seen him close the lid when I’d gotten into the room. I didn’t recall seeing him lift it again, but I was in no shape to register that kind of detail.The son of a thousand bitches had recorded the whole thing? Sick fucker! Why? Not like he needed anything more to blackmail me and keep me under his thumb.Oh, I hated him so much, I would’ve killed him with my own hands! Playing spy cam on me! Would I find the video on a gay porn site too?“Hey, Dean! Coming before Monday?”Bill’s voice from the door to our office startled me. I jumped to my feet and hurried toward him, putting my phone in my poc

He pulled a chair up and sat down before me, spreading his legs to have me between his knees. I set my jaw and looked away when he unbuckled my belt, staring out the window at the other side of the Square across the garden. I felt him undo the buttons to my fly and pull it open.“What the fuck’s this shit?” he asked angrily.I glanced down and found him pulling from my briefs. I met his eyes with the best poker face I was able to manage in my situation.“It’s called underwear.”“Didn’t I tell you yesterday I don’t like briefs?” He sounded really pissed off, which was somehow funny.“Yeah, well, sorry for not having you in mind when I get dressed.”“And who did you have in mind when you picked this? Your girlfriend? You think this ugly rag turns her on?“She doesn’t give a shit. She cares about the content, not the wrapping.”“Did she tell you that? Or that’s what you think?” He pulled the jeans further open to let the briefs’ fly visible. “If she said so, she was lying through her tee

His hand sneaked inside my jeans to grab the leg of my briefs and pull it up. The cold brush of the scissors sliding under it made me jerk.“No! Stop it!”“Stay put or I might cut you instead of the rag. Shutting the fuck up would be nice of you, too.”Another quick screech and I felt the elastic loosen around my thigh. Instinct contracted my muscles, squeezing my buttocks together.“Easy,” he said, chuckling. “I’m just making sure you never wear this shit to see me again.”“I wasn’t thinking about you when I got dressed this morning,” I grumbled, while he cut the other leg of my briefs.“That I can tell. You weren’t thinking, full stop. Even knowing I would call you up here.”“What? I didn’t know!”His hand sneaked inside of my briefs through one of the cuts, pulling from the fabric until his fingers came out the other cut.“Didn’t I tell you to be continued?”I nodded, openly sulking. The way he held the back of my briefs made the fabric fold into the crack of my butt.“And what di

So I let him guide me to hump into his fist in that upsetting slow motion that seemed to set my guts on fire and burn up the air in my lungs. My eyelids came down, and the wet brush of his tongue on my nipple made me shiver from head to toes. I couldn’t care less about my chills, my moans, my gasps, my grunts. He was all over me, driving me crazy with everything he did to me.I would’ve never sought something like this. A part of me loathed him for being a guy, and myself for allowing another guy turn me into his obedient sex pet against my will. But if it was this or going back to jail, hell, I’d pick his kinky games every time.When he sensed I was bordering my last limit, his fist stroked my cock in no hurry all the way to the base of my shaft and stopped. The pressure of the rough fly around it added to his grasp and my erection, causing me a puzzling feeling, like my cock was something big and powerful attached to me. Like, he would take it away if he removed his hand. In the mea