CEO'S Darkest Secret

"Aron's point of view,"

"Come on, Mr. Fringe, I'm waiting for you to find your way inside me."

"Are you sure?

Why do you need it so quickly?" I asked the woman, who was lying naked in front of me.

"Yes, Mr. Fringe, I've lost all self-control; my body is already craving for your enchanted touch, and my lips and mouth are eagerly anticipating the feel of your tongue."To calm herself, she clutched the bedsheet hard in her fists.

"Why are you in such a rush, baby? I didn't even touch that sensitive part of your body."

I merely used the handcuffs to tie her hand and the spreader bar to split her bare, creamy white thighs.

She wanted to kiss me as soon as she walked into my room, but I forbade it. I feel very anxious about her lustful gaze as it wanders over my shirtless physique.

Such a desperate woman is not what I desire. I'm not looking for a lady who is willing to do everything I want with her, but one who will make me desperate to touch her.

A tiny part of me feels offended by the sight of the stunning naked body in front of me. How am I to refrain from penetrating the depths of her wet, white pussy when my junior fringe is in full bloom?

She was so alluring that I lost all self-control. Her pink nips and ample cup size are so enticing that I can't help but put them in my mouth. The more she moans in delight, the tighter my junior gets.

"Mr. Fringe, you have a very attractive physique. Let go of my hand; I need to feel your beautiful abs." I can tell by the look in her eyes that she is swooning over me like a teenager.

"No, you aren't allowed to touch me; only I have the authority to touch you at my discretion." She bit down hard on her soft pink lips to stifle the impulse. I can see how much she wants me right now from the way she fixed her passionate gaze on me.

I used a love mask to block her drooling glance at my body. I started by kissing her neck and jawline, then slowly stroked her pussy with one hand while squeezing her breast with the other.

Her moaning echoed throughout the space. I sucked her nipple while moving from her neck to her breast. She tightened her fingers and curled her toes in a sign of desperation for me.

I was about to approach her, but my mind was still unsatisfied with this woman. I wanted her to act like the girl I read about in an 18+ magazine, but she wasn't acting that way even though I did everything that was mentioned in the article.

Junior Aron Fringe is about to go inside the lovely woman in front of me, but something is stopping him.

The all-powerful and glorious junior Aron fringe suddenly lost vigor and reverted to its previous form.

I blame my high standards and my need to find the female I've been looking for in nearly every sexual partner.

To my disappointment, though, I no longer experience the same level of satisfaction and pleasure from a female partner that I used to feel whenever I masturbated while daydreaming about the unnamed woman featured in those 18+ articles.

"I truly want to feel you, Mr. Fringe, so please don't tease me like this." I noticed from the look on her face that she was still awaiting my entrance into her.

Thankfully, I had already covered her eye with a mask; otherwise, she would have seen the state of my junior and would undoubtedly make fun of my failure in front of other women.

I've never failed to fulfill a woman before, but tonight is the first time I'm unable to do it.

All the blame for this belongs to the enigmatic author who creates sexy and enjoyable magazine articles.

"Mr. Fringe, please enter inside me; I am still waiting." Her persistent pleading caused my mental bubble to pop.

"Oh, honey, whatever your name is, I'm not interested in you anymore; you can leave." I dress before I unlock her spreader bar and handcuffs.

She took off her love mask and stared at me in utter bewilderment.

"Mr. Fringe, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

How can I now describe to her how I am feeling right now? What if I tell her what I need? Will she be able to satisfy my needs?

No, she can't possibly comprehend what I want. In the past, I have already tried to explain my desires to many other women, but they all failed to fulfill my desires and also did not even give me a glimpse of what I wanted from them.

"No, miss; there is nothing wrong with you; I just don't want you to touch you anymore, so you can get out." I lit up a cigarette to relax after my current stressful situation.

"But what about my job? Is it still safe?" I could tell by the tone of her call that she was terrified of losing her dream job at my company.

"Don't worry; your position is secure, and shortly, you'll receive an appointment letter in the mail from the HR team. But be sure to never discuss this with anyone about whatever happens here." I swiveled in my chair and blew smoke from my cigarette at her.

"Okay, Mr. Fringe, I promise to keep this a secret from everyone. However, if you need me in the future, contact me whenever; I'll be there for you." The lusty look in her eyes returned to my lips, and I grasped what she wanted.

"Okay, I'll inform you. You may now leave." I've had enough of this woman being close to me.

I'm looking for a girl who will make me feel the same kind of excitement I felt when reading those 18+ articles. I took up the most recent edition of the 18+ magazine from my drawer and began reading the story, 'Naughty Nights with Dominant Girl'.

That's exactly what I want. That one piece of writing hardened my dick once more, and while reading it, I masturbated with ease and felt completely fulfilled.

I hired the best spy to try to find that mysterious girl, but a small part of me is still unfulfilled because I have learned so little about her.

In every magazine, only I got a magazine publication number. When I talked to them, they simply told me about that author's work online and did not reveal her real identity, even to those publishers. She writes under the alias "Authoress Naughty," and I find myself curious as to why she went with that name.

I looked for her on every social media site, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I have no idea when or where I will find her, but I must do so quickly since without her, my junior condition will get worse. I truly want her and want to experience the exact degree of pleasure that her articles gave me. I am confident she will be more satisfactory than I believed.

Then, suddenly, my phone began to ring, and the detective told me that he had found the real authoress and her place of residence.

"Sara's point of view,"

"Congratulations, Authoress Naughty, you nailed it once again." Neil's cheerful voice pierced my ear as I was typing my new article on my laptop.

"What happened? What makes you sound so joyful?" I looked up to see his face.

"3 million people read your recent article."

This is astounding news.

I find it hard to believe.

"Alright, fine, if you don't trust me, then check it out for yourself." In front of me on the laptop screen, he flipped to the page of my previous work.

"Three million views and 1 lakh comments.

Wow, this is a source of incredible joy for me."

"Sara, I bet the last article brought in a ton of money for you." I checked my author's account after listening to his inquiry.

"Yes, my publishing house has given me a considerable sum this time around. With this much money, I could pay college fees, rent for my apartment, buy medicine for my sick mother, and yes, even buy myself some new clothes. And..."I put my hand on my chin and started thinking about what to do with the rest of the money.

"Since you haven't given me a gift for my birthday yet, you are also welcome to buy me a Christmas present." After listening to Neil, I realized that I had not yet given him a good gift.

"I'm sorry, Neil, but I was unable to get you anything other than a homemade cake for your birthday."

Honestly, I feel terrible about this. I've been dating him for the past five years, but I've never given him a gift. I couldn't do anything, but thank him for the countless times he gave me money out of his pocket to buy my mother's medication. I had no money before, but now I want to get him a wonderful present.

"You let me know what you'd want as a gift." I gave him an affectionate gaze.

"Sara, I want an electric guitar." He responded to my query right away.

"Electric guitar,"

hmm... I estimated the guitar's price in my mind. I will have enough money left over after paying for my mother's medicine and apartment rent, but I won't have enough money left over to cover my tuition costs or buy a new outfit for Christmas for myself or Neil.

I took a close look at Neil's eagerness. Well, I'll ask the teacher at my school to collect my tuition next month, and I'll buy a new dress thereafter.

"Okay, Neil, please tell me which guitar you love playing." I inquired, pointing to a digital guitar on my screen.

"I want this guitar." He made a finger gesture toward a guitar.

"The Taylor electric guitar." Oh no, I can't afford this instrument; the price is just too exorbitant. But I can't say no to Neil because I agreed to buy him a Christmas present of his choice. But how will I afford to spend that much? The money from my upcoming article will be used to cover my rent.

It will be alright, yes.

"Okay, Neil, I've placed your order for the guitar of your choice. Perform a Christmas carol on guitar for me this holiday season."

"Sara, you are the best girlfriend in the entire world." He exclaimed, embracing me with joy.

"Neil, you are also the best boyfriend in the world because, without your encouragement, I would never have been able to accomplish this." When I thought about my past difficulties, I could not control my tears.

"I do not like seeing tears in your eyes, Sara, so please stop sobbing." He used his thumb to dab away the tears that had fallen down my cheek.

"Neil, I love you."

"I also love you, Sara." He attempted to kiss me while keeping his face close to mine.

"No, Neil, we'll have our first kiss at the wedding." I pushed him away from me right away.

"Come on, Sara, we've been dating for the past five years, and you still won't let me kiss you. Who would have thought that a famous author of erotica wouldn't let her boyfriend kiss her until now?" He spoke in a whiny manner.

"shhh..., speak slowly Neil, if the people who live in the adjoining flats hear it, they will surely expel me from the neighborhood. Also, I don't currently have enough money to rent another apartment."

"Don't worry, Sara; I'll be getting married to you as soon as my internship is done." Kissing my forehead, he said.

"I, too, cannot wait for that time to come. Right now, I need to finish the draft of my new piece and send it to the editor. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, Sara, good night." He walked away and left me alone in my room.

"Hmm, well done, Miss Sara Grace.

3 million is not bad." On my laptop screen, I once again saw my most recent article, 'Naughty Nights with Dominant Girl'.

When I first opened the comments section and began reading them, I focused on a profile called lusty fringe. This one profile has contributed about 80% of the comments on my articles. Who is there to read the same article repeatedly and leave comments each time?

It shocked me as I read those comments.

Oh no, I have to prepare a new article and mail it to my editor by tomorrow morning. As soon as I heard my phone go off with its alarm, I sprang into action and started typing some words. My editor dropped the mail on my desk at around three in the morning.

"How the hell did this happen?

Now, what do I do?" As soon as I opened the mail and read the contents, I felt as if they had swept the floor out from under me.

The publishing house where I used to work recently changed ownership. The new owner of the publishing company claims that no author can now work online while maintaining confidentiality. Each writer will only need to visit the publishing house once to sign the contract under the revised terms.

I can't do that since doing so would require me to divulge my true identity to the publishing house. But they will terminate my contract if I refuse to agree to their terms. For me, losing this job would mean returning to my earlier days.

No, I do not want to return to that life full of poverty and humiliation, and then the responsibility for my mother's treatment is also on me. Before I started writing articles online, I had applied for jobs many times, but because I had not finished my education, I could not land a position at any reputable company. I held positions ranging from housekeeper to server, but no job offered a salary that met my needs.

I learned about an online erotica article competition one day, and I decided to enter to test my creative abilities. By God's mercy, they proclaimed me the winner of the contest and awarded the sum of $5,000. I had no clue that the publishing business would offer me a job writing four stories a week after I won the contest.

I had better keep my real identity a secret because if my well-respected dad and my friends had found out about my online work, my dad would have humiliated me once more and perhaps used his power to close down that publishing firm. Neil was the only one who understood the truth about me.

But now that the new owner has moved in, I am facing a significant challenge. After all, what am I supposed to do in this situation?

After giving it much consideration, I decided to answer the email.

"Aron's point of view,"

"Mr. Fringe, Miss Grace, arrived." My PA informed me while I was waiting at my office door.

"After ten minutes, send her to my office." I responded while keeping my gaze firmly fixated on the laptop's screen.

It's finally time to meet that mysterious authoress. Despite feeling giddy on the inside, I stifled my enthusiasm in the presence of my PA. After all, I am the only owner of a reputed multi-billion-dollar business empire.

I've been excited to meet her ever since I learned about her, but my investigator warned me she is quite reserved and has strong morals, so it wouldn't be a good idea if I suddenly went up to her and offered. She undoubtedly would have rejected me. This is how I plan to meet her since I can't afford to hear the word "no" come out of her mouth.

Considering her financial situation, I knew she would be devastated to lose her job, so I took advantage of her vulnerability and bought the publishing house where she worked.

In response to my email from last night informing her of the new circumstances at the publishing business where she may continue her work,

She stated that she would only like to see the owner of the publishing house and asked me to keep her identity a secret from the public.

She should always be available for me, and I want her to hide herself from the rest of the world.

"Sir, may I come in?" An inviting voice abruptly interrupted my fantasy world.

"Yes, come in." I continued to gaze at the laptop screen.

My laptop screen showed the 18+ articles she had just emailed this morning.

I could tell she had entered my office because of the sweet vanilla aroma. I can't wait to see her, but I have to remember that this is our first meeting and act like a professional CEO.

I completely focused my mind on her while gluing my eyes to the laptop screen.

She must have arrived dressed in an extremely short skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs and a tight shirt with the top three buttons open.

If I had to guess, I'd say her measurements are 34-24-36.

"Sir, I received an email last night informing me that you wish to meet with me." Although I am not drawn to the sound of any girl, I am electrified simply by hearing a woman's voice. Junior Aron started getting ready to leave my briefs. I need to temporarily restrain my lust. I inhaled deeply and attempted to restrain Junior fringe.

"What's your real name, Authoress Naughty?" I folded the screen of my laptop and turned to look at the girl who was standing in front of me.

"Sara grace." I felt as though electricity began flowing in my body instead of blood the moment I locked eyes with her deep blue eyes.

I've never experienced this strange sense when meeting a girl before.

Her bright cheekbones, delicate pink lips, broad forehead, long golden hair, and thick eyelashes made me feel as though an angel from heaven had appeared before me. I just kept staring at her face. I don't know why I couldn't break our eye contact, even though my brain kept telling me to check her figure.

"Sir, may I take a seat?" It embarrassed me to realize, upon hearing her soft voice, that I had not yet offered her a seat.

"I'm sorry, Miss Grace; please take a seat." I looked away from her face to examine her physique.

What a long, blonde neck! I fixed my gaze on her breast to measure the size. No, she is not wearing what I had pictured her in. She's wearing a baggy sweater, so I have no idea how big her breasts are. Also, she wears jeans over her thighs.

Why did she even bother to show up like that? If I had known she was going to show up to our meeting in that state, I would have included a note in the email about the appropriate attire for the meeting.

To be honest, her appearance surprised me.

Normally, the women that visit my office for interviews dress to impress, so I was expecting to see them in their finest attire.

On her face, there isn't even a hint of makeup. Although her entire body is clothed, I can tell that she has a fantastic body just by looking at her.

"Please don't cancel my contract, sir; this job is really important to me." The sound of her voice again diverted my focus.

"Why did you hide your true identity from the public, Miss Grace?"

"Sir, writing is my source of income, not my identity." I am more eager to speak with her after hearing her confident voice.

"Miss Grace, don't you think that keeping your real name a secret is misleading your readers? After all, they have the right to know who their favorite author is."

"No, sir; I completely disagree with you on this point. My writings are products of my imagination, not of who I am."

Why does she not attempt to entice me, as other girls do?

She is sitting extremely upright in her chair, and I never once had the impression that she was attempting to draw me closer to her. She did not try to lure me by biting her lips or flicking her hair, nor did she invite me to kiss her. She is sitting in her chair quietly, as if my presence means nothing to her, even though I am sitting on my chair just in front of her and my feet can touch her feet beneath the table.

Did she not like me?

"I will pay you 10 times what you currently make, Miss Grace, but I need one fresh 18+ article per day."

"What?

Every day, new articles?

I can not do this." She listened to me, and her blue, almond-shaped eyes grew larger in shock.

"Do you not trust your abilities, or do you not require money?" I questioned her as I turned the paperweight that had been placed on the desk.

"I apologize for interrupting you, Mr. Fringe, but I need to speak to you immediately." My detective walked in and ruined the moment when I was almost finished encouraging Sara to sign the contract.

"Will you please wait outside for a moment, Miss Grace?"

"Yes, sir," she replied with a small smile before leaving my office.

How awesome are her pearly whites? I shudder to think what it would feel like if she used them to leave hickeys all over my body.

"What was the important task for which you did not wait until my meeting was done, and why did you suddenly interrupt me in the middle of it?" For a long time, I kept my annoyance under control, but now that Sara has left us, it gets harder for me to do so.

"Mr. Fringe, I realize this will disappoint you, but please hear me out." He showed me something on his iPad screen, and I felt as if someone had stimulated my dick and then left me halfway through without quenching my thirst.

"No, at any cost, I won't allow this to happen." I quickly amended Sara Grace's contract paper, wrote up a new one for her with the updated terms, and put it in an envelope.

"Sara Grace, I fought extremely hard to find you, and now I will not let you go at any cost."