THE CEO AND ME - A night of Secrets

Chapter 4

The pleasure moans coming from that dark room only made Ethan more excited, as he whispered all sorts of things in her ears she felt overwhelmed by his delicious thrusts.

One after the other, while holding onto her long hair tightly. When Ethan spanked her butt, she felt the most enjoyable pain she had ever experienced in her life. When he turned her on all fours and f****d her hard, she felt her p***y gush an unknown pleasure, never accessed by anyone before.

Not even by her, as she barely touched herself.

Sophia didn't know herself, while Ethan seemed to know everything about her.

He had the taste she adored, and she loved watching how he delighted in eating her out with such eagerness and skill. The intense pleasure moans while he did that made the situation even more pleasurable for Sophia.

The way Ethan was rigid was tasty for her, the way he f****d her with desire and without stopping made Sophia's body burn and her head spin.

She felt in hell as he had planned for her.

But she also felt it was a one-way street.

The moment she saw Ethan's eyes for the first time, every part of her body knew it would be her end.

Nothing would make her feel that mix of sensations again. And tranquility would not be served anymore.

While Ethan ejaculated inside her, she felt a small sense of relief.

Finally, after all that pleasure, he would finally say something to her, something that would make her understand a little more about him.

But no.

This was Ethan Black, and he would never talk about any kind of feelings or anything relevant about his own life.

"And then..." she said between the lines, "Tell me more about you, Ethan!"

"Tell what?" he said, putting on his pants, rehearsing an exit.

"More about you..."

"That's not my thing, Sophia," he said in the most sincere way possible.

"But we just..."

"Have s*x? Is that what you were going to say? Just because I made you c*m, I have to tell you my life story?" he said, looking bothered.

"I just want to know who you are!"

"I found it fun at first, but you pretending you don't know who I am is starting to annoy me."

"I really have no idea who you arrogant i***t are! And I also don't care to know, go away," she said, collecting her remaining shreds of moral fiber.

And Ethan didn't hesitate, he left without looking back.

Just as he connected to her, he left after the orgasm.

But Sophia was so caught up in her fascination with Ethan that she ignored these signs of imminent danger. He left the room, but he would be etched in her mind forever.

It was like a stigma that everyone could see if they got too close to her. She felt like he had marked her like cattle, forever.

After a week of crying, nothing seemed to matter to Sophia. Ethan had marked her in an irreversible way and she would never be the same again even if she wanted to.

"You need to tell me what happened, Sophia!" Camila said to her numerous times.

The only thing Camila got was a practical response from Sophia, she didn't want to talk about feelings, she just wanted to feel that pain.

He was a stranger after all, he would never show up again. She just needed to convince herself that she wasn't special. And why would she be?

He only wanted a night of s*x, just like she did, why was she giving so much significance to a random stranger in a swing house?

Sophia convinced herself of that. And she delved deeper into what she thought was a cure, but it was just an incessant search for someone even remotely similar to Ethan.

And that was what hurt the most.

She felt some pleasure, but along with pleasure came pain, a delightful pain that made her moan and beg for more. It was a pain that Sophia wanted to feel, it was a liberation of her moral values that she needed for

The days went by and the work at the diner made her even sadder than ever, she saw no meaning in her life.

When she looked into nothingness, she saw Ethan's gaze everywhere, what did that stranger have that was so special to make her simply decide not to live? Sophia felt anger, repulsion, she felt that her body had been violated forever and the worst thing for her was that the more she tried to convince herself that it was wrong, the more she liked the memories.

On a typical cold day between one table and another, HE entered through the door.

He sat at a table in the corner near the window, with his black coat and elegance as always.

The waitresses at the place were fighting to serve him, but Ethan's goal was clear.

Sophia walked angrily through the hall, she could have torn Ethan's head off at that very moment.

"Why are you here?" - she said, dying of anger

"Please, no show! Sit here and I'll explain everything to you," he said with a heavier look than before.

"You treated me like trash and now you want to give me orders? Have you gone crazy? Get out of here right now and leave me alone, I don't want to see your face ever again."

Ethan stood up and grabbed Sophia's arm, at that moment she felt every part of her body bristle with his touch. The sound of Ethan's voice penetrated her ears with the same intensity as his fingers penetrated her that day. She felt her body explode, her mind numb. But she stayed strong.

"Take your hand off me, Ethan."

"Please Sophia... Please!" - he said slowly, almost as if he were speaking a poem to her.

She felt like a puppet in his hands, dancing to the beat of his sinister music. Even in his words, even without a kiss, just by the touch of his two hands, she felt herself melting. And hearing that beautiful mouth say "Please" made Sophia implode. She surrendered to him without reservations, without questioning, without thinking about tomorrow.

"You have one chance to convince me that I have to listen to you, you can start!" - she said, seeming angry, but her heart was pounding inside. It was hell for her to have Ethan around. The feelings she had for him. At that moment, Sophia found herself questioning what she was doing. There were moments when the voice of reason tried to break through the veil of pleasure that enveloped her, reminding her of the consequences of her choices, of the marks Ethan was leaving on her soul.

"I can't go a second without thinking about you and it's driving me crazy!" - he said with a malevolent tone, but too firm to be lying. Ethan's eyes were red and wide open. He was there stripping himself, he was telling a truth so absolute but so deep that he himself reacted with shame to speak.

Sophia could feel in his words the reluctance to speak out loud something so intimate... so him.

"I will be leaving work in half an hour, you can accompany me to my house!" - she said, already moving away.

"I'll wait!" - he said, still with an extremely disturbed look.

And he waited, the minutes of that half hour became hours in Ethan's view as he coldly watched Sophia finish checking the café's cash register.

He wanted to rid himself of the pain in his chest; Ethan was internally dying of anger towards Sophia, but unable to explain why.

He found himself questioning:

"What does this extremely ordinary woman have to turn me upside down?"

Ethan had his personal pride and he wouldn't give it up easily.

That appearance wasn't to admit, it was to question.

Sophia could feel it, she felt in every look from Ethan that he wanted to question her about something. As if she were truly guilty for everything, guilty for touching him in a way no one else was able to. To Ethan, she had cast a spell or something similar, his prejudice blaming even the fact that she was Latina to justify his fixation on Sophia. But not all the gurus his money could buy explained to him what was in her eyes. And unfortunately, CEO Ethan Black would have to admit that it was purely based on feelings and not on reason. The clock was ticking and tension was building in the air. Sophia did things slowly, almost as if she wanted Ethan to suffer for hurting her. But they were strangers, there was no rational reason for all of this. They had s*x. So what? They thought internally. But our heads are not as connected to our hearts as we would like, and the s****l connection may have affected the world of the two poor creatures.