All Chapters of The CEO's Bad Boy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Gabriel I never came out as gay or confessed my crush on my best friend in college. I suspect he knew, but I knew he was straight. I even introduced him to his wife who he has been married to for nearly twenty-five years now and I am genuinely happy for him, but I wish I had someone in my life I could share it with. I have always been too busy with school or the business. I gave up partying and playing my guitar when I took over the business, or at least I gave up the dream of playing it professionally. I was never superb anyway. I still love music and I fiddle with my guitar or piano. My father had me learn piano when I was young. He told me it would teach me the fundamentals of music and make me cultured, but rock and roll, especially hard rock, metal and alternative were my loves. I still love to rock out, in private. I was always a bit socially awkward and shy. I can manage business. I’ll tell you all about the kinds of roasters we use, where we source our coffee beans, the me

Gabriel His wet body, all long lean muscles and his erect member were pressed against me as he claimed my lips in a brutal kiss full of unparalleled passion. I kissed back with as much strength as I could muster and grabbed his ass, smacking the delicious globes and moaning into his mouth as he moaned into mine, and then we were called down to dinner. Rhett smirked and laughed, leaving me flustered as he stalked off to get dressed, his tattooed, perfect naked ass exposed for me to ogle as he strode away. I haven’t been able to get him out of my head all week! That boy has an attitude that needs to be brought down a notch or two, but his body is a perfect specimen and his eyes mesmerize me. I had to pull on an oversized sweater to hide my erection and the wet spots where our bodies were pressed together, before I could come down to eat and now I sit with my best friends and their daughter, while their sexy son makes us all await his arrival. “Rhett is so stupid! Can’t we just sta

Gabriel I went downstairs when I woke up a little after two in the morning. I was thirsty and a little hungry. I’m always hungry when the pain from one of my headaches subsides. When I got downstairs, I noticed lights on in the pool house and what I saw mesmerized me. Rhett had a cigarette in his mouth and a whisky bottle and paintbrush in one hand with his beautiful, pierced erect cock in the other. I didn’t mean to get close, but I am pulled to him like a magnet and I feel my cock twitch as I watch him take a swig of liquor with the cigarette between his lips and lean forward to paint some more, then relax back, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in a moan of ecstasy as he shoots a stream of cum right at my bare feet. I want nothing more than to lick his cock clean and feed him mine while forcing him into submission. I know I can make this bad boy into my good boy if I can just get over the nervousness I feel whenever our eyes meet and they meet.His cocky smile covers hi

Gabriel That meeting was awful! I rub the tension in my neck and forehead. How the fuck am I going to do all the research and polling needed to come up with a fantastic presentation in only a month? I feel as if the shareholders want me to fail! I am sick of playing their games, but this is my company! The commute back to Thomas and Claudia’s house is relatively short and I pull into the driveway relieved this day is over. I notice Rhett’s car in the driveway, but I figured it would be. This means it will just be the two of us home with one another. The thought has flashes of tempting scenarios flashing through my mind’s eye. The tension hasn’t left me yet as I enter my best friend’s home. My eyes instantly land on a sight that creates a different kind of tension. Rhett is standing in the kitchen, shirtless, wearing nothing but skin tight black jeans with his tattooed torso and arms completely exposed as he leans against the counter eating a bowl of ice cream. It is cold outside. Ho

GabrielI can’t, can I? I think about earlier and I’m instantly hard from remembering Rhett’s mouth around my cock. He kept his flirtations subtle during dinner, doing things only I would understand. He knows just enough about BDSM to make a few subtle hints, but to know when my voice or expression is a commanding one. SUrprisingly, he responds well to commands.I spoke to Thomas before dinner and It seems like the work on my place has been delayed further. I might be out of here and in there by the new year. I put my book down and grab a collar and cuffs before making my way through the bathroom to Rhett’s room. His back is to me, with his ass in the air and nothing but boxers on while headphones cover his ears and he sings along to Gossip by Maneskin and Tom Morello. His voice is very nice, but I’m not here to listen to him sing, though it gives me ideas. His nose is in a book and his feet are wiggling to the beat. It’s cute, but I don’t want cute right now. I want obedient.I run