All Chapters of Addicted to the CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The next morning, my first conscious thought was that I was dying to butter my cock with oil and fuck Steph’s mouth hard. So I rolled over, landing on my notorious morning wood, and pretended to keep sleeping with my back turned to her side of the bed, while she got up and got dressed. I only sat up in bed when I was sure she didn’t have time even for a quickie. I grabbed my phone to make sure my alarm for ten was on, and realized with a horrified chill that I hadn’t sent the shower video to Big Ellie.“Shit!” I snarled, unlocking the screen to do it right away.No wonder I had a text waiting for me. “Missed midnight deadline. Kitchen, morning, naked. Send both videos before noon.”Okay, that was easy. I just had to wait until Steph left.“Bye, babe!” she said from the living area. “Don’t be late to work!”“Have a good one, love!” I replied on my way to the bathroom, trying to bring my boner down enough to take a leak.Soon I was in the kitchen, looking around like a Hollywood photogr

“I wanna see you in your bed. Send the video before noon.”I turned back to work feeling relieved Big Ellie demanded something easy. Once more, all I needed was waiting for Steph to leave with Zoey. Pity I only had one bead left. Well, it was already Thursday. Surely he would be back the next week. Such a control freak wouldn’t leave his little empire for more than a week.Right?The idea that he might stay out of town longer than that upset me way more than I could even start to admit.But the next morning, after Steph left, while I made the bed and covered it with our sex blanket, the notion of being about to run out of oil for several days made my guts twitch.Steph was thrilled with her volunteering, and had already warned me that weekends would be the busiest days for her. Not like I was about to complain about the chance of sleeping in unmolested. However, mornings without her or oil sounded rather bleak.Nah, no way. If Big Ellie wasn’t coming back, he’d direct me to more beads

She resented that too, and that I came on her buttocks. I stepped back, still breathing heavily, my mood even worse than before, giving her room to wash her behind.“I didn’t come here for a fuck!” she snarled.I rested against the wall, every bit as pissed as her. “Really.”“Really! I just wanted a tender moment with you! What’s wrong about that?”“Well, joining me butt naked straight to grab my cock doesn’t exactly spell tender, y’know?”“Fuck you!”I didn’t try to stop her when she walked out of the shower and the bathroom like a drama queen, leaving the door wide open like she knew damn well I hated. So I was forced to close the faucets and get out too. In return, I didn’t mop the floor, and crossed the room soaking wet as I was, leaving a sopping trace of footsteps. I grabbed a tee and a sweat pant and headed for the living area without even glancing at her.Shit. It was going to be a long weekend, mad at Steph and with no oil to cover for the draught I knew I had coming until I

It was a weird weekend. Steph kept playing offended about the shower fuck, waiting for me to come around, basically because that was the way it’d always been. And I kept ignoring her, giving her plenty of opportunities to come around and prove she loved me enough to put her pride aside one damn time.She didn’t. Me neither.Knowing she’d be out most of the day again on Sunday, I decided to spend another night in the couch. I’d take the bed over the moment she left for the food bank. But first, I had to make it to Sunday morning.Being so used to have sex once or twice a day, every day, my cock resented the lack of action. I tried to ignore it. Like it was so easy. I’d almost made it when I found myself lost in yet another prison dream involving Big Ellie. It was late night, after lights off. I was locked up in a solitary confinement cell, standing face against the door, hands up handcuffed to the doorframe above my head, pants halfway down my buttocks, my hard cock hanging out the slo

Maybe she’d thought my telling her that I loved her was putting our fight behind. It wasn’t. Yeah, I loved her, but that didn’t change that I was still pissed off, sick and tired of having to keep so much to myself, good and bad, so she could keep having things her way, no matter how I felt or what I was going through.“Dinner’s ready.”I looked up at her at the doorway, all sullen and built-up, and looked back down at my phone, sprawled on the bed.“I already ate,” I replied, every bit as curtly as her.“You could’ve told me.”“You could’ve asked.”She snorted and slammed the door shut. I rolled my eyes, knowing she’d be back in three, two, one...“We need to talk.”Her shadow fell on my legs, showing her still standing at the doorway, hands on her hips. Jeez, was that supposed to scare me?“Do we.”“You haven’t talked to me in two days! You didn’t even sleep with me!” she cried, raising her voice way higher than necessary. “You hardly touch me anymore! And when you do, you fuck me f