The CEO's Beautiful Disaster

2. My Offer For You

~Vivian POV~

"Apologies accepted. I paid for a naked masseur. Why are you still wearing your pants?" I asked.

"You want me to remove my pants?" he asked. His voice carried a hint of amusement.

I nodded my head. "Yup, that's what I paid for."

"OK. Your wish is my command, sweetie." He quickly discarded his pants and his black boxer shorts came into view.

He has a sculpted body, he looks so yummy, and his mouthwatering abs are every woman's wet dream.

"Let's get started," I said.

I sat in the massage chair. He picked up the basin filled with water and aromatic herbs and put it on the floor. He removed my shoes and gently put my feet inside the basin.

His touch was electrifying, sending a delicious chill down my spine. He began massaging my feet, then went higher, reaching for my knees. I love the way his hands slide up and down on my skin, relaxing me completely.

"Ah, so nice," I moan in ecstasy, licking my lips.

"I'm glad you like my massage, sweetie," he said huskily.

Not satisfied, I said, "Higher."

"Are you sure, sweetie?" he asked, amused.

"Just do it. I have money!" I answered. At that very moment, I knew I had already been carried away. A delicious tension coiled inside me, sharp and undeniable, making my core throb.

"Yes, sweetie," he replied huskily.

His voice sounds so sexy. My underwear was already wet with lust and desire.

His hands climbed higher and rested on my exposed legs, sending electrifying signals to my throbbing core. My body is getting hotter. A sweet ache consumed me, leaving me wanting more.

As he started massaging my legs sensually, liquid desire gripped my body. My pulse quickened, desire spreading through my body as I became fully aroused with just a mere touch of his hands.

My body was burning, his hands were moving forward dangerously close to my throbbing core. I desperately wanted his fingers inside me.

"Higher!" I ordered, my voice and self control breaking. I craved his feverish touch. I wanted his fingers buried deep inside me.

He chuckled, amused. "Are you sure, sweetie?"

"Yes! Do it," I said, annoyed that he was still questioning me, torturing me.

He brought his mouth closer to my ears and whispered. "Do you want to be finger f**k, sweetie? I'm asking permission. Once I started, I couldn't stop," he warned me.

"Yesssss!" I hissed through my clenched teeth because I could no longer hold on. I want to be f****d non stop by his long thick fingers.

He was taking his sweet time, teasing me.

But before I could say anything, he skimmed his hands on my p***y and pushed aside my panties. He slid his hand down, and stroked my wet folds with his fingers, eliciting a moan from my lips.

"You are slippery, wet, sweetie. Are you ready for me?" he asked, rubbing my c**t faster. He slid his fingers deep into my p***y, fingering me. His fingers are getting deeper and deeper, and I'm swimming in ecstasy.

"Yesss! That's good. Don't stoppp!" I said, enjoying the way he finger f****d my throbbing c**t.

"Can I suck your n****e, sweetie?" he whispered into my ears, tugging at my dress.

"Yes, do it!" I said and his lips landed on my chest, giving my twin towers equal sucking.

I writhe in ecstasy, enjoying the taste of his mouth, greedily sucking my n****e, while his fingers were busy fingering me faster and faster until my eyes went berserk in ecstasy. My body clenched as an earth-shattering orgasm gripped my body, suspending me in eternal bliss. I squirted a lot, soaking his fingers.

I was still reeling from the aftermath of this delicious fantasy when he whispered something in my ears...

"Sweetie, you want my c**k inside you, free of charge?" he offered, his voice thick with lust and desire. "My d**k is getting harder in my pants. It is rock solid now. You want to touch it?"

I hesitated for a bit.

"My c**k is seven inches, I can satisfy you," he said reassuringly.

The mention of his seven-inch d**k intrigued me.

He didn't wait for my answer. He grabbed my hand and put it inside his boxer shorts, and my fingers came into contact with his swollen manhood. Indeed his c**k is huge, hard and pulsating. I imagined it inside my wet p***y, filling my heart with excitement and anticipation.

He didn't wait for my permission. He discarded his boxers, boldly picked me up and lay me gently on the sofa. "On your knees, sweetie, let's do doggie," he ordered and positioned his erect c**k behind me. He grabbed my bum and pressed the tip of his c**k down my wet entrance, sending my body into a frenzy.

I couldn't say anything because I was dying of anticipation. His c**k pierced my entrance with a hard thrust and I screamed as pleasure gripped my whole body. "Ahhh, so good..."

He pounded into my depths slowly at first then harder. He grunted while hammering my p***y nonstop.

The room was filled with my moans as intense pleasure assaulted my body. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn't stop moaning.

After his non-stop thrusting in and out of my c**t, a mind-blowing orgasm racked my body. My head was swimming in ecstasy.

A minute later, he slowly removed his manhood and emptied his seeds into my belly.

Silence enveloped the room as we looked into each other's eyes. The only sound we could hear was the rapid beating of our hearts.

I lay down on the sofa, naked and well sated. I must admit, the s*x I had with this masseur was fantastic, the best ever after a long time of celibacy.

Then I slowly came to my senses. Shocked and horrified by what I had done today. Damn, I just had s*x with a stranger! I suddenly felt ashamed of my actions. It was supposed to be a foot massage only. But why did I end up doing the things Debra loves doing in this kind of place?

Am I that desperate?

The guy saw the astonishment on my face. I fumbled over my dress, and he helped me dress up. "Are you okay sweetie?" he asked. His tone was filled with concern.

I was speechless for a moment. How could something so good be so wrong?

"Don't worry, sweetie, what we have done inside this room is confidential. Your secret is safe with me," he said reassuringly.

I brushed off his concern and asked, "How much do I owe you for the extra service?"

"No need to pay me because we both enjoyed the experience. I enjoyed f*****g your p***y, it was so juicy. We could do it a hundred times free of charge. So if you visit here again, always ask for Mr. X. That's my code name here. I'm happy to serve you anytime free of charge," he said, smiling broadly as he stroked his already limp d**k, gazing at my face intensely as if he was trying to paint my face in his memory.

I stared at his face for a long time, my hands aching to remove the mask from his face. I'm curious how he looks without a mask.

Suddenly the room alarm rang, signalling that my time was up.

"Look for me next time, sweetie. See you soon, till we meet again, bye bye," he said and left the room.

Body shaking, I gathered my scattered thoughts and entered the bathroom to clean myself. I'm glad I found a clean towel and soap there.

A few minutes later, I exited the room and made my way to the cashier's section. "I will pay for the extra time and the extra service," I said, getting money from my purse.

"Room 10, right?" the cashier asked.

"Yup," I said with a nod.

"You no longer have to pay extra, ma'am. Mr. X informed me in advance," the cashier said.

"Where is he?" I ask, looking for him, but the hallway is empty.

"He left quickly because he had to attend his brother's birthday party, ma'am," the cashier answered.

"Ah, okay." I went to the waiting area, picked up a magazine while waiting for Debra. I'm not really in the mood for reading. I'm just pretending to read. I can't stop myself from blushing because my core is still throbbing, evidence that the guy is really good.

Now I finally understand why Debra was addicted to coming here and paying for s*x. The men here have superb bedroom skill. I truly enjoyed my steamy session with Mr. X.

I didn't wait for a long time. I saw Debra approaching my location, wearing a bright smile on her face. I stood up, ready to go.

"How's the foot massage?" Debra asked.

"It's great as always," I replied, smiling.

"Was it a girl or a guy this time?" she asked.

"Girl of course," I lied. "How about you? Did you enjoy your masseur?" I asked.

"Yes, very much!" Debra smiled, her face glowing with happiness.

"Alright, let's go back to the party!" I casually said as if nothing had happened.

"Okie dokie!" Debra replied radiantly.

We left the building and hailed a cab outside, heading back to the party venue.

When we arrived at the venue, we saw Steve getting out of his car, rushing to the entrance of the venue.

"Looks like Sir Steve is late to the party. He has just arrived," Debra whispered in my ears.

He must have sensed our presence behind him. He looked over his shoulder and our eyes met. He winks at me as if we were sharing a secret together.

I raised a brow. Why is he acting like that? Weird!

Debra didn't see it because she was busy scrolling on her phone.

We followed him inside the venue. We had been gone for more than an hour and the party was already in full swing. Nobody cared that we disappeared for more than an hour.

We settled back at our table.

"I'm starving. I'll get some food." Debra went to the buffet table and filled her plate with all kinds of mouthwatering food.

I glanced at the presidential table and saw Harold and Steve talking to each other.

I can't take my eyes away from the two men. Steve must have sensed my stare because he looked over his shoulder and our eyes met again. He smiled at me.

My brows furrowed. Did he just smile at me? Impossible! Why would he smile at me?

Debra returned with food.

She gave me a bowl of creamy macaroni salad and I ate it with gusto.

After we finished eating, Debra went to the bathroom, leaving me alone at the table, sipping my drink.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Steve approaching my location. He sat in the chair, facing me.

"Vivian, right? The cleaning lady?" he asked.

"Yup, that's me, sir," I responded with a nod.

"You look different without a scar on your face. You look beautiful. Perfect in so many ways," he commented softly.

"It's all thanks to my friend Debra. She applied a thick foundation to my face to hide the scar," I said, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze.

"You know what? I had a friend who was a surgeon. He might be able to help you with your scars by performing scar removal surgery on your face. I can help you get in touch with him," he offered.

"Thanks for your kind offer, sir, but I can't afford the high fees needed for the operation," I said dejectedly.

"If you are willing to work under me, I will help you with your surgery free of charge, or with salary deduction. Choose which is convenient for you," he said, looking at my face intently, taking me hostage with his intense gaze as if he was trying to read my soul.

My jaw dropped on the floor at his generous offer.