The CEO Is Obsessed With Me

AURELIA

I threw my head back, my moans constricting against the gag in my mouth as my whole body trembled in painful pleasure. My wrists burned as my arms were bound by a tight rope, banishing any chance of escape.

I looked up at him as tears welled in my eyes, begging him to put me out of my misery.

He only smiled, leaning down to roughly grab my chin. "Had enough yet?" His husky voice rumbled in my ears, his hot breath fanning against my face as I writhed under his hold. "Or do you want me to punish you more?"

A normal person would have easily refused, but I was far from normal. I nodded my head slowly, and he smirked.

I yelped loudly as I felt the whip slash against my most sensitive part, eyes rolling to the back of my head as waves of ecstasy clouded my mind.

"You fucking slut." He whispered tentatively, and my gaze found his as he settled between my legs, spreading my thighs apart with his sturdy hands. His dark eyes soaked in the sight of my throbbing wet pussy, burning with a desire that managed to make me even wetter. I flinched as he ran two fingers across my entrance slowly, collecting my slick essence between them.

I watched in awe as he brought his fingers to his lips, his hot gaze never leaving mine as his tongue darted to lick. He sucked on his digits, his eyes fluttering close for a moment as he thoroughly enjoyed the taste of me. The sight was oh so fucking sexy, making me want him more with each passing second.

I wanted to touch him so badly, to feel that beautiful body carefully sculpted with hard and defined muscles. But I wasn't allowed that privilege, tonight he had me wrapped around his fingers, subjected to fulfilling his needs and wants alone.

My eyes squeeze shut as I feel an electrifying sensation on my clit, my scream was muffled by the gag as I tried to close my open legs, but his grip refused me. Amusement danced in his eyes as my breaths became shallow, and sweat coaxed my naked body, highlighting the bite marks littered across my skin. Evidence of his ravenous nature.

He flipped the taser in his palm, leaning over me as he dragged it along my stomach. I held my breath, my eyes widening in anticipation as he stopped on reaching my breasts.

"Cry for me, baby." Was his only indication of his next move, and I let out a sharp whimper as electric currents assaulted my hard nipples. Tears roll down my cheeks, and he hums in satisfaction, brushing the side of my face with his knuckles. His thumb circles around my wet cheeks as he leans close, his lips merely inches away from mine.

"Good girl.." he cooed, dragging the gag away from my mouth. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his praise. "You belong to me, your pain, joy, and pleasure are all mine. Mine and mine alone."

He seals his declaration with a feverish kiss, finally relieving me of what I craved the most. My body had not yet recovered from his onslaught, but he was less than bothered. With one hard thrust of his hips, I became undone. My sanity shattered the instant he filled me whole.

"Mine." He growled, his fingers digging into my skin as he continued to mercilessly pound me with sheer strength and force. "Fucking mine!"

How did I end up in such a compromising situation you ask?

Well, it all dates back to one month earlier, and before then, I would have never imagined being in such a position, definitely not with my boss at that.

But it's crazy how a simple mistake could drastically change your life.....

One month earlier...

"Cheers!"

A delighted giggle left my lips as I clicked glasses with my coworkers. The six of us had gathered to celebrate the success of a new project launched under our production team. The bar we chose exuded a cozy ambiance with dimly lit Edison bulbs casting a warm glow over the exposed brick walls. Jazz music floated through the air, complementing the bubbly atmosphere and leisurely chatter.

"Here's to more successful projects!" Mrs Juniper, the head designer of our team cheered, puffing her chest with pride as she raised her glass of beer. "And to the best design team there is."

I clapped my hands at her declaration, and a round of hearty laughter followed.

"Honestly I don't think we could have pulled it off without Aurelia," Caspian says as he looks my way, his boyish dimples popping as he winked at me. "Her designs are maddening."

I flush brightly at his compliment, hiding my smile behind the rim of my cup as I try to cool my heated cheeks with my drink.

"Well if it weren't for your expertise in interpreting the patterns then it wouldn't have amounted to much." I counter with a flirtatious smile, in which he returns wholeheartedly.

Caspian was the pattern maker in our team, and he specialized in translating design sketches into patterns, ensuring the proper fit and functionality of garments.

"Okay let's not get too ahead of ourselves, I did all the grunt work by getting the materials." Kendal, the textile specialist and most energetic in the group called as he pointed between me and Caspian. "I'm the golden boy of the project." He proclaimed and I playfully rolled my eyes as he grinned smugly.

Kendall was a textile and material specialist, his role being to source and evaluate fabrics, trims, and materials for use in designs, staying informed about new trends and sustainable options.

"Settle down everyone, let's try and lighten up the mood with a game shall we," Olivia suggests and I narrow my eyes at her curiously as I catch the mischievous glint in her eyes. I wonder what is going through her mind. Olivia was a good friend of mine, and we worked closely together on various projects and fashion lines.

"What game?" Mathew asks, he was mostly quiet and reserved but he was a hard worker and very reliable. He was our trusted sample maker, taking the responsibility of constructing prototypes and samples of designs for review and fitting before they were finalized for production.

"Never have I ever." She smirked and I choked on my drink. Caspian casts me a worried glance but I reassure him with a small smile.

Of all the games to pick, why did she have to go for that?

"Come on Olivia, those types of games are for high school kids, we're grown men and women." I try my best to act casual as I try to turn the conversation around, but then Kendall jumps in.

"Nah it doesn't matter, we're not that old." He muses, turning to Mrs Juniper for clearance. "Right Mrs. J?" he adds, and as we all turned expectantly to the middle-aged woman, I mentally prayed that she would dismiss the proposition. But my hopes are crushed as she hums in agreement, teeth flashing in a wide grin as she raises her hand to give a thumbs up.

"Let's go for it!" she exclaims, clinking her glass with Kendal who pumps his fist in the air in victory.

"Perfect." Olivia claps, and I swallow thickly as she goes on to explain the rules of the game.

"It's simple. Each person takes turns saying something they've never done. For example, 'Never have I ever traveled to Europe.'" she began, her hands moving to expertly mix a concoction of strong alcohol. "If you have done it, you take a drink. But if you haven't, you're safe for that round."

"Got it. Any other rules we need to know?" Caspian asks, but Kendall answers for her, almost like they had planned this whole get-up beforehand.

"Yeah, make sure your statements are interesting and reveal something about yourself. And remember, honesty is key!"

He says, volunteering to kick off the game. "I'll go first. Never have I ever had sex in the office."

Trust Kendal to start off with something sexual.

Everyone gasps as Mrs Juniper takes a drink, and as if sensing the impending questions brewing on the tip of our tongues, she places a silencing finger over her lips. "No comment." came her playful remark, and I instinctively knew that it would go downhill from here on out.

Mathew went on next. "Never have I ever touched myself at the thought of a coworker." He says softly, and my eyes widen at the boldness in his words, my pupils widening further as Caspian takes a drink.

Now I was dying to know who this person was. It could be anyone, and the thought of that leaves a bitter pang of jealousy in my chest.

"Damn, you dirty bastard." Kendal comments as he ruffles Caspian's hair like a proud father.

"Never have I had a threesome." Olivia declares, and I blink in surprise as both she and Mathew take a drink. Maybe he wasn't so innocent after all.

"Well, that was unexpected." Caspian chuckled, thoughtfully stroking his chin as it was his turn next. "Never have I been in an open relationship."

Kendal grins smugly as he takes a drink, finishing it in one gulp.

And finally, it was my turn. All eyes fixed their attention on me, and I suddenly found the laces of my leather boots interesting. I had nothing to say, and I was the only one who hadn't taken a drink yet.

But then my phone rang in my pocket and hastily retrieved it, politely regarding everyone with a small smile before excusing myself to pick it up.

"I'm sorry everyone but I have to go," I tell them, internally grateful that I had dodged a stray bullet.

"Aww, but we were getting to the good part," Kendal whined, but Olivia slapped the back of his head to caution him, earning an annoyed glare from the tanned male as she waved me goodbye. "See you later Auri."

"Have a safe trip home, Aurelia." Mrs Juniper bids me farewell, and Matthew graces me with a shy smile.

I was just about to leave when Caspian offered to drive me home. I couldn't refuse, thinking that maybe, just maybe...tonight was the night I finally gained the courage to take our friendship to a whole other level.

In simpler terms, I might just get laid tonight.

The drive home was peaceful. I gazed out the window, taking in the scenery of the ever-bustling city as we drove through the night.

The buildings lining the road blurred past, a soft sigh leaving my lips as the evening breeze combed through my curls. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal light over the landscape.

I tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear as I stole a glance at Caspian, the soft glow of the streetlights illuminated his face, highlighting his perfect features. His hair, a tousled mess of dark waves, framed his face perfectly, giving him a slightly unkempt but effortlessly handsome look. His eyes were a striking shade of blue, like the depths of the ocean on a clear day, and they seemed to sparkle with an inner light. His smile was warm and inviting, with a dimple appearing on his left cheek when he grinned. His features were strong yet gentle, creating a captivating combination that drew me in every time I looked at him.

My heart skips a beat when he catches me staring, and I whip my head forward, my cheeks bursting into scarlet as I hear his amused chuckle.

"Get yourself together Aurelia," I mutter to myself, returning my gaze to the window as I anxiously pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

My apartment building comes into view, and Caspian parks his car in the driveway. "Thank you." I began with a genuine smile, breaking the silence and he dismissed me with a casual wave of his hand. "It's nothing, what are friends for?"

I felt an ache in my chest as he tagged me as his friend, and although I was flattered, I wanted more. I took a deep breath, nervously fidgeting with the hem of my sweater as Caspian turned off the car engine. "Um, Caspian, would you... uh, like to come in for a bit?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to me, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Sure, if you need anything. What's up?"

My heart raced as panic gripped me. "Oh, I, uh, just needed you to check one of my pipes. It's been acting up, and, um, you're good with that sort of thing, right?" I blurted out, mentally kicking myself for my awkwardness.

Caspian chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, I can take a look."

As we entered my apartment, my nerves threatened to overwhelm me. I led Caspian to the bathroom, where the troublesome pipe awaited inspection. As he got to work, I tried to muster up the courage to confess my feelings, but each time I opened my mouth, my words failed me.

After a few minutes, Caspian straightened up and turned to me with a grin. "Well, good news, there's nothing wrong with the pipe. Seems like it just needed a little tightening."

My heart sank, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, um, great. Thanks for checking."

Caspian chuckled, patting my shoulder. "No problem. So, anything else you need?"

The gears in my head begin to spin as I desperately searched for a way to salvage the situation. "Uh, well, we could, um, watch a movie or something? I mean, if you're not in a hurry," I stammered, my voice trailing off uncertainly.

Caspian smiled, amusement dancing in his eyes. "As tempting as that sounds, I've got an early start tomorrow. Rain check?" And with that, he had already shut the window of opportunity, leaving no room for any further advances.

I forced a smile. "Yeah, of course. Thanks for coming over, Caspian."

He ruffled my hair playfully. "Anytime, Aurelia. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Caspian," I replied, my voice coming out a little too high as I worked to mask my sadness.

As he made his way to the door, I watched him go, a mixture of disappointment and relief flooding me. Once he was gone, I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands.

"Well, that couldn't have gone any worse," I muttered to myself, mentally kicking myself for my missing such a good chance.

"Fuck !" Overwhelmed by frustration, I cursed out loud, not caring if I wake the neighbors groaned into the couch.

I'm soon greeted by the calming purr of my cat, Chelsea. The Turkish Angora struts towards me in a graceful stride, her tail snaking around my feet as she rubs her nose against my legs. My heart warmed at the cute gesture, and I crouched down to her eye level, earning a satisfied purr as I ran my hands through her shiny white fur.

"Tonight wasn't the night Chelsea," I tell her solemnly, and as if sensing my sadness, Chelsea tilts her head to the side, her blue eyes shining with curiosity. "I'm going to die a virgin at this rate."

After a long well-needed bath, I sat in the darkness of my bedroom. Chelsea slept peacefully in the corner of my desk, her breathing soft and calm.

My hands soothe her fur as I go through my current designs, the light emitting from my laptop screen illuminating my features. Working served as a perfection distraction for me to forget my worries, if not I would continue to wallow in self pity at my failed attempt to kick things of with my crush.

Now I was dressed in my comfy pajamas, my curly ginger hair wrung into a messy bun on top of my head. The loose tendrils framed my face as I pressed a thoughtful finger over my lips, my gray pupils thinning at the small message box that had just popped up on my screen.

Out of sheer curiosity, I clicked on it and a new tab opened, causing my brows to furrow in confusion as I read through its content.

My attention was immediately drawn to the question that displayed on the screen

"Are you a virgin?"

*If yes; then would you like to play a game?*