The CEO's Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 9

This was torture. Evelyn’s body was so wound up that she knew the slightest movement would

send her over the edge.

Roman had kept her like this for hours. Hours of this exquisite torture.

She was sweaty and had his cum all over her body because Roman hadn’t held himself back like

he was forcing her to do. With the blindfold on, every other sense was heightened. She had felt his

every tremble, heard his every grunt, groan and moan, and felt him throbbing every time he had spilt

his seed.

And yet here she was, still stuck in this zone, aching to fall over that cliff.

He had given her some breaks between each scene, but that had done nothing to alleviate the

throbbing in her body. And now she was on her knees, bent over the bench with her arms and legs

strapped down and tears streaming down her face.

She just wanted to come. She wanted him to take her over the edge more than her next breath,

but the gag in her mouth wouldn’t let her do more than whimper.

“You’ve been a very good girl, Evelyn,” she heard him say.

Relief washed through her body as she waited for his next move. Would she get her reward now?

The blindfold was gently removed and she found herself eye level with his magnificent penis. She

had never known that dicks could be beautiful, but Roman’s was breathtakingly so. It was long, hard

and thick, and it was straining as if he hadn’t indulged himself so many times.

Her mouth watered and she lifted her gaze to meet the dark blue one. He was no longer looking at

her coldly. His hair was tousled the way she liked, and his eyes were hooded as he looked down at her.

“Very good girl,” he whispered as he undid the gag.

And the next moment, she got her reward. The bench supported her neck and chin as Roman slid

all the way in with a groan. She loved this part. She was the one bound but she still had all the power to

reduce such a strong man to this.

His eyes fluttered closed as gently worked himself on her. But she didn’t want him to be gentle.

She wanted him to lose his head and go deep into her throat. She wanted him to take her mouth the

way he took everything else. So she worked her tongue and throat to encourage him, and it took

seconds for her to get what she wanted.

But before he could spill himself down, Roman pulled out and went behind her, and then she let

out a loud, ugly moan as he finally filled her up.

With her restricted, she couldn’t move against him. She was too far gone to tell him what she

needed but Roman did everything as if he could read her mind. She could feel every hard inch of him

as he continually rammed into her at the right angle, with his fingers digging into her hip like he was

anchoring himself.

She could feel what was coming and she knew this time she wouldn’t be able to stop herself.

Roman slammed into her one last time and tensed before he grunted the word she wanted to hear.

“Come.”

And that was all it took. She tumbled and kept tumbling. Her mind whirled as her body finally

released all the tension. She felt like she was in a different world... like she was having an out-of-body

experience as she continued to grip Roman’s dick and cum over and over again.

The first time this had happened to her she had thought she was dying. She had never known

something so intense existed until Roman had shown her; until he had owned every part of her, all her

responses and thoughts. Until he had shoved her innocent mind into this intense abyss of addictive

emotions that she instantly became an addict.

She was still floating in the clouds when she felt her limbs being released. Roman picked her up

and cradled her against his chest as he carried her to the bed. She clung to him when he wrapped his

arms around her and started to soothe her. His lips trailed gentle kisses on her face, in her hair, and

told her over and over again how amazing she had been until she finally let her exhaustion claim her.

When she opened her eyes again, dawn seemed to be breaking outside her window, and the

space next to her was empty.

She came back to earth with a crash as shame filled her. She had been so shameless, but nothing

had changed. Roman was still a bastard and her parents were still going to be homeless.

She could hear the faint sounds of the shower running as she buried her face in her pillow and

stifled her sobs. Why was she so weak? Why hadn’t she stood her ground and tried to find another way

out of this? She had zero self-control when it came to Roman Ashfield, and that was why she needed

to leave. She was done.

It was pathetic that she had fallen for a man like him when he had just made it so clear that she

was only here to please him.

She was nothing but his plaything. His whore.

She heard him walk back into the playroom but didn’t turn her head to look at him.

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How many nights had she yearned for words that she knew now would never come from his lips?

She was an idiot.

“I’ll return all your bank cards and cash when I come back,” Roman said.

What good would any of his money be to her when she had to pay it back in the end?

“But take this for any emergencies,” he continued.

“I don’t want it,” she said bluntly, still looking away from him.

She had never been so brazen with him before.

“I’m leaving it anyway.”

She turned her head to watch his usual routine because she really was an idiot and she couldn’t

help herself. He was in a grey suit now and his hair was back in its neat style. He pulled his expensive

wallet open and then pulled out a bunch of notes to throw on top of the nightstand. Her heart broke all

over again.

“I don’t want it,” she repeated. “I don’t want to have to pay it all back when I leave.”

“So you still want to go?” Roman asked.

His dark blue eyes turned frosty as he waited for an answer. She didn’t think she could ever look at

him that coldly, no matter how much of a bastard he was turning out to be.

She looked away from him again, unwilling to see the evidence of his feelings for her.

“I’m not a whore, Mr. Ashfield.”

“Then, by all means, leave. My lawyers will be in touch,” he said coldly. “Good luck, Miss Bright.”

“I need my car.”

When Roman didn’t respond she turned back to watch him putting his money back into his wallet.

“I suppose that’s no longer any of my concern now. Goodbye, Evelyn.”

And he walked out without turning back.