CEO’s Dark Side

The next day, rumors of last night spread like wildfire. As I walked through the lobby, people turned their heads to a person next to them only to whisper.

"Oh my god! Did you hear that Mr. Johan's new secretary is his ex-wife?"

"Riuji and Ken are together now—"

"Apparently Mr. Johan got drunk in his office last night!"

Some of the rumors were partially true. But when I arrived to Ken's office, I never would've expected the reaction I got. As soon as I opened the double doors to his office, I noticed Ken glaring at me over his work. He set a few files down and began to walk towards me at a slowly agonizing pace.

"Mrs. Riuji, I've been expecting you."

Then he stopped, inches away from my face as if wanting to kiss me.

"Who did you tell?"

I could feel his breath on my forehead, my breathing ragged as I expected something worse from the outcome.

"No one, Mr. Johan."

Staring him in the eyes, I tried to maintain focus but his piercing glare was too much for me to handle. Looking down was my only option.

"I knew it."

Ken put a hand over his face and took a long deep breath. Then what he did next I will never forget.

"Turn around, Riuji."

I obliged. As soon as I did, I felt a cold metal press up against one of my wrists, followed soon after by multiple clicks. He then did the same with my other hand.

"If you won't tell me now, I guess I'll have to force it out of you."

This was a side of a CEO that I had honestly longed for, but was a bit scared considering how serious Ken was looking. He walked me over to a few straps hanging from the ceiling, and wrapped them around my shoulders and thighs, creating a perfect body harness. Once he secured me, he used the pully above me to lower me down to his hip level. I knew exactly where this was going. Then he left me hanging for minutes on end. I kept glancing at the clock just to check how long I'd hang there and keep my sanity. By now I could feel how wet I was. The air conditioning that blew around me was more cold on the wet areas, making me more aroused and my nipples hard. He then returned with multiple items in hand and set them down on a table. The first item he grabbed was a ball gag. I moaned as he put it on.

"You better not be getting off on this."

He reached over to fondle in between my legs only to pull back and have a string of fluid follow.

"...You damn slut."

I could see his arousal when he confirmed mine, his black pants showing a bulge that I remembered the taste of from last night. It was the morning, and we were already horny for each other. As if sensing a piece of deja vu, Johan went over to lock the door. After doing so, he proceeded to take everything off of him. I could see it all— abs, chest muscles, v-cut down to his trousers, and his large shoulders and back. He strode over to me, now stroking himself through the fabric. After unclipping the ball gag and uncuffing me, he muttered.

"Suck it."

I wasted no time for time for this. My body and mouth craving for his. My tongue swirled at the shaft while I used my free hands to stroke him off. Then I worked my was down to playfully nibble at his balls. He leaned into me, almost yearning for me to do more. His breathing got more rugged as I stroked him off, my tongue now circling the tip of his hardened cock. It was pulsing beyond belief. I moaned into it, making Ken grunt a little.

"Fuck—"

Then he took it out of my mouth, drool hanging like a string that connected us. He spun me around quickly and tore off my tights, which were now soaked in my own juices. I could feel him tease me with the tip of his member at my entrance, his dick pulsing in remembrance of the feeling before. Finally, he gave in to temptation.

"Ahh~"

I tightened up at the feeling of him, my eyes rolling back. He wasted no time going slow and began to ram into me. The fact that I was suspended allowed him to plow so much deeper into me, his cock hitting my cervix and making me quiver with excitement. I sucked air through my teeth which made him go faster. The sounds of us conjoining made me horny beyond belief.

"Ken, fill me up again pleaasseee~"

It was hard enough to breath normally, let alone speak a full sentences. His ramming was truly putting me in a world of pleasure and throwing me over the edge.

"I'm gonna fill you up—"

He began to thrust even faster into me, which I thought was impossible. Unable to contain myself, I began to moan uncontrollably. Knowing that my voice was too loud, he put his lips to mine to silence me. The pounding was intense, and soon I felt the familiar sensation of ecstasy wash over my body as I reached the peak of my orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm cumming— I'm cumming!"

My legs shook as I came, and I tightened up. This finally allowed him to finish as well, and I felt the warmth of him splash inside of me with such force that I thought I might lose consciousness.

"Oh shit Riuji..."

Ken panted as he hovered over me to catch his breath. I could hear the overflow of his cum hit the floor, and I looked up to see Johan sparkling in his own sweat. Taking my hands of their own will, I ran them over his abs, chest, and shoulders.

"Fuck yeah~"

I ground my hips against his a bit more, making the oversensitive him exclaim in shock.

"Ah!"

I felt another burst of pressure, smaller this time. I chuckled to myself— I just made this man cum twice in his own office during his own work time. I am so screwed.

The next hour together we spent was cleaning up the mess we'd made. I was about to ask him about the tools he'd brought out, but he had put them away before I could mention them. I glanced at the time and realized that we just had sex for 2 hours straight. Was this guy a monster or what?!

"Mrs. Nakama, get back to work."

He'd caught me dazing off midst cleaning, and when I looked up at him, he was already sitting at his desk reading through some paperwork.

"Also—"

He glanced up at me.

"If you tell anyone about anything we've done, I'll make sure to make your life a living hell."

I smirked.

"Is that a threat?"

He looked dumbfounded at this. Finally after a 30 second thought recollection, he spoke.

"No, but just— just don't say anything. For the sake of both you and me."

I replied back in a sly voice as I turned away from him.

"So you mean us, Mr. Johan?"

I could tell that he was grinning behind me, because when I turned back around to check, he'd covered his face with a folder.