THE CEO AND ME - A night of Secrets

Chapter 3

Sophia found herself drawn closer to him, like a moth to a flame. Despite everything he had said, it was impossible for her to disconnect from him. Not at that moment, and perhaps, to Sophia's personal hell, never again.

It was as if he had taken all of her free will and placed it inside me, so that she became a kind of puppet controlled by him and only him.

"What do you want from all of this?" - She said, astonished like never before in her life.

"I want you... I want every part of you. And I know you want me too, stop playing games... We're not going to get married, I just want to give you what you really wanted that day! I want to give you what you asked me for with your eyes."

He was so direct, with a brutal honesty that almost destroyed her completely. She couldn't even be honest in front of a mirror, let alone speak a brutal truth in front of a stranger like that.

But she wanted to leave behind her good girl posture, he had the most beautiful brown eyes in the world. His mouth enveloped hers speaking so close to her face that she could feel his fresh breath. His lips touched hers as he spat out all those truths in an irreparable way.

And Sophia's only thought was "f**k IT."

And after that, she let herself go. Like someone who no longer fears the current.

Sophia couldn't even think straight, her legs were shaking so much and the more she squeezed her thighs the wetter she got.

The mysterious man held her hair and pulled her closer and closer. He didn't kiss her right away, just ran his hands slowly between his legs.

He wanted her to beg.

He wanted her to beg him to take her, right now.

The more the mysterious man ran his hands over Sophia's body and squeezed her against his, the more her excitement became latent. She could feel his erection against her body, feel the force with which he held her waist and made her vibrate in his hands without even putting his fingers in her s*x. She thought about begging, thought about asking with all her will that came from inside her soul for him to touch her, but he seemed to be enjoying leading her to hell.

"What do you want, Sophia? Say it loud and clear!"

She had little sanity, but she used what little was left to ask the only important question at that time.

"Tell me... What's your name?"

"I want to f**k you in every way, make you come in my mouth... And you're worried about my name?" - He said through gritted teeth, still trying to make her give up.

Sophia was so fascinated and so aroused that she thought about giving up, but curiosity wouldn't let her. And she considered that her biggest flaw.

"What's your name?" - She said, holding his face for the first time. It seemed fair to Sophia, considering she was touched and never touched him.

He stopped to observe her with a certain admiration, at that moment he realized she wouldn't give up.

Despite seeming like a dazzled girl, she was more than that and it was at that moment that he understood.

"My name is Ethan," he said, smiling. "Are you happy now?"

"In that case... Ethan..." - She said, downing the drink she had ordered all at once. "f**k me!"

At that moment time stood still.

And not just for Sophia, who felt her heart beat too hard, but also for Ethan, who never expected in a million years the response he received after revealing his name.

He smiled like the devil once again and began another one of his diabolical plans.

And once again, they found themselves in a dark room, surrendering to each other in a sensual dance of skin against skin, intertwined breaths and pleasure-filled moans. This time he was touching her body, warm and eager for every touch. With every breathtaking stolen kiss, every piece of clothing she removed, every time he groped her breasts and pulled her closer while breathing deeply against her face, she felt herself melting. But as desire burned within her, Sophia couldn't help but wonder about Ethan. Who was he? What made him so different from the other men she knew in the swing house? And why did he awaken in her such intense, profound sensations?

These questions swirled in her mind as she sank deeper. As he buried his fingers inside her and made her moan. As Ethan gently spread her legs to glide his soft tongue around her c******s, making her feel one of the most indescribable sensations she had ever felt in her life. Sophia was relentlessly seeking more of that intoxicating pleasure that only Ethan seemed able to provide her with. She sought in every swing she attended post that intense sensation, but the realization was terrible: She would only feel that way with the gaze and touches of that stranger who apparently knew everything about her life?

She knew she was risking a lot by surrendering so completely to someone who caused her so much frenzy. Life had taught her, in a harsh way, that surrendering was something she shouldn't do, not even in her wildest dreams. Her family, her friends, even Camila, would probably judge her if they knew what she was doing on that Friday night. But Sophia was beyond those judgments. She had found a part of herself that she never knew existed, a part that yearned for freedom, passion, pleasure. And Ethan was the catalyst for all of that. He led her down dark and unknown paths, exploring every inch of her skin, every corner of her soul. He pushed her to the edge and then pulled her back, leaving her craving for more, more of that delicious pain, more of that ecstatic happiness. But even as she completely surrendered to Ethan, Sophia couldn't ignore the persistent feeling that there was something dark and dangerous about him.