All Chapters of Addicted to the CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Later on I would wonder if my memories were right or the high had twisted them. I don’t know. What I remember is that he helped me down from the table and the ten miles to the restroom. He even waited while I washed my face, like he was ready to hold me up if I needed extra support.“What happened?” I mumbled, rubbing my face with cold water.“I don’t think you’re in shape for explanations, boy,” he said. “The car’s waiting downstairs. Go home, rest, have fun. We’ll talk again on Monday.”I just nodded. He was right about not being in shape.Back home, the first thing I did was swallowing two aspirins, because my head was killing me. The way the light and sounds affected me convinced Steph I was having a sight problem. She sent me to bed, all lights off, curtains closed, and found something to do in the living area, to give me an hour of complete darkness and silence.I thought I’d fall asleep right away, but I was still awake when she came to bed. I pretended to be asleep, though. Sh

Over the last week, since he’d started to summon me every day, the stiff reception lady just nodded when she saw me, and the masked guard stepped aside and gave me way to room twelve.Not that Monday. I was in a hurry, and didn’t pay any attention to the lady’s frown. But I was forced to stop when the guard stood in my way.“I’m here to see Mr. Ellis,” I said curtly. “He’s waiting for me.”The lady looked me up and down like wondering if I was crazy or what. She raised a finger and made a call on her desk phone. I rolled my eyes, that fell on the clock behind her. Six-twenty. Shit! The son of a bitch would surely made me pay for being so late, no matter I’d just helped avoid a server crash and kept his company running.“Mr. Dean Walsh is here,” I heard the lady say. “He says he’s here to see Mr. Ellis.”Maybe I was so late he’d given order to not let me in? I turned to her again and found her observing me, still on the phone.“Yessir,” she said, and hung up to talk to me. “Please wait

I was grateful for the distraction. “You’re thinking about volunteering too?” I washed my hands, checked dinner was on the right track and motioned for her to settle her computer on the bar, to check the website.“Zoey and a few more volunteers are working to set up a parallel project for the foundation that runs the food bank,” Steph explained, back to her energetic self. “Delivering groceries for elderly people in this area. Folks too old, or with health issues that keep them from going to the bank, even if they need to.”“That’s a nice idea. What do they have in mind?”“Doorstep delivery to keep it safe for everybody, and waiting in the car for the person to come out and pick it up, to make sure nobody steals it.”I nodding, browsing through testimonials. “They should think of something for old folks who cannot lift the box and carry it inside by themselves.”Steph’s eyes widened. “You’re right! I gotta tell Zoey about it.”“She invited you to join this?”“Yeah. They wanna put up a

Needless to say I woke up awfully hard, but I didn’t care, because I could make it work for me. And for Steph, who didn’t complain when I woke her up an hour before sunrise. We took a nap after, started over as the day broke outside our window, and kept going way past the alarm she’d forgotten to change. We lingered in bed, joking and giggling like back in high school, until we found some strength to get out of bed. I made brunch for us and left for work while she was still in the shower.I felt in the best mood of the last weeks. And every time my vicious mind tried to revisit the blurry flashbacks of my dream, I kicked it back to the great morning I’d just shared with the girl I loved.Inside locker #12 in the IT restrooms, I found another small black box that held four fat oil beads, each about an inch and a half long. My eyebrows went up in surprise and then down in a frown. Was that his wicked oil? And if so, how was I supposed to use those beads? Oil beads are meant to melt, and

My feet came up to the windowsill, to help my hips thrust into my hand, while the other hand wrapped and pressed my nuts. Oh, shit, it felt so frigging awesome. My crotch was catching fire, but I didn’t want to come. I wanted to feel this for as long as I could.I tried until I found the right pace and the right way to move, thrusting only halfway up, for my fist to stroke my shaft all the way down to the base. And on its way back up, it pulled from my nuts, for my other hand to keep teasing them.Soon I had to fight back my moans, my whole groin burning and my guts twisting in those awesome ripples that flooded me up to my navel. No way I was doing this again with only one bead.I had a good start when my fist pulled up, and the fingers around my nuts slipped down, unwillingly rubbing the skin between them and my butthole. I relocated them right away. However, I felt the trace of oil left on that spot, so I brushed it to retrieve whatever oil I could for my nuts.“Shit!” I muttered,