Addicted to the CEO: Sinful Pleasures

Chapter 2: Toys and Temptation

Elena barely slept.

Every time she closed her eyes, she felt him again—his thick c**k stretching her p***y, then her ass; his fingers buried deep while she squirted like a fountain; the hot flood of his c*m dripping out of her long after he’d vanished into the night. Her body ached in the best way: thighs tender from gripping the railing, n*****s sore from his rough pinches, ass still throbbing with a delicious fullness that made her clench involuntarily.

Mark had woken once around 3 a.m., mumbling something about water. She’d frozen, terrified he’d smell the s*x on her—musky, raw, undeniable—but he’d just kissed her forehead sleepily and rolled over. She’d lain there, heart racing, p***y pulsing with fresh wetness at the risk of it all.

By morning, she was a mess of need again.

The conference schedule gave Mark a full day of panels. He kissed her cheek at 8 a.m., told her to enjoy the spa, and left without a clue. The moment the door clicked shut, Elena’s phone buzzed.

A new message on the Sin app—no name, just a black icon.

Midnight again. Same balcony. Bring toys. Wear red this time. Leave the thong off.

Her breath caught. Toys. She’d packed a few in a hidden pouch—her guilty secret for lonely nights. A curved silicone vibrator that hit her G-spot perfectly. A small metal butt plug with a jewel base. n****e clamps she’d bought on a dare but never used. Lube. All of it.

The day dragged. She tried the spa, but every touch of the masseuse made her think of strong, dominant hands. Lunch by the pool—every tall man in sunglasses made her pulse spike. By evening, she was dripping again, thighs rubbing together under her sundress.

11:45 p.m.

She stood in the suite bathroom, admiring herself in the mirror. Red lace teddy this time—crotchless, cups barely containing her heavy breasts, garter straps framing her bare p***y and ass. No thong, as ordered. Her n*****s poked hard against the sheer fabric. She’d inserted the jeweled plug an hour ago—cold metal warming inside her, a constant reminder with every step. The vibrator and clamps were in a small velvet bag clutched in her hand.

Mark was out cold again—extra wine at the gala dinner. She slipped onto the balcony.

He was already there, shirt unbuttoned to reveal a sculpted chest dusted with dark hair, jeans low on his hips. His eyes raked over her like fire.

“Red suits you,” he said, voice gravel. “Turn around. Show me if you obeyed.”

She turned slowly, bending slightly to present her ass. The jewel glinted between her cheeks.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Already plugged for me. How does it feel?”

“Full,” she whispered. “Makes me wet just walking.”

He stepped close, hand sliding between her legs from behind. His fingers found her bare p***y instantly—soaked, swollen, ready. “f**k. You’re dripping down your thighs.”

He circled her c**t slowly, teasing. “Did you touch yourself today thinking about last night?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “Three times. But I didn’t come. I waited.”

His growl was approval. He took the velvet bag from her hand, inspecting the contents. “Clamps and a vibe. Perfect.”

He guided her to the wide, padded lounger on the far end of the balcony—partially shielded by a privacy screen but still open to the night sky. “Lie back. Legs spread. Hold the railing above your head.”

She obeyed, heart hammering. The city lights twinkled below; a distant siren wailed. Anyone with binoculars could see, and the thought made her clench around the plug.

He knelt between her thighs, pushing the teddy cups down so her breasts spilled out. Her n*****s were already peaked. He attached the clamps slowly—first the left, tightening until she gasped, then the right. A delicate chain connected them, cool against her skin.

“Too much?” he asked, eyes searching hers.

“No,” she breathed. “More.”

He tugged the chain lightly, sending sharp pleasure-pain straight to her c**t. She moaned.

He spread her legs wider, admiring her glistening p***y and the jewel in her ass. “Look at you. Plugged, clamped, bare for me. Such a needy wife.”

His mouth descended.

He started slow—long, flat licks from her entrance up to her c**t, tasting her arousal. Then he sucked her c**t gently, flicking it with his tongue while two fingers slid into her p***y alongside the plug’s pressure in her ass. The dual fullness made her hips buck.

He ate her like a starving man—tongue f*****g her hole, then lapping her c**t, then sucking it hard until her thighs shook. Every time she neared the edge, he pulled back, blowing cool air or tugging the n****e chain to distract her.

“Please,” she finally sobbed after the fourth denial. “I need to come.”

“Not yet.”

He grabbed the vibrator, coating it in her slickness. It was thick, curved, with a rabbit arm for her c**t. He turned it on low and pressed the tip to her entrance, easing it in slowly beside his fingers. The vibrations hummed through her walls, against the plug, making her cry out.

He f****d her with it steadily—deep, slow thrusts—while his mouth returned to her c**t, sucking in rhythm. The rabbit arm buzzed directly on her swollen nub.

The orgasm built fast and huge. “I’m—oh god—I’m gonna squirt—”

He pulled the vibe out just as she crested, replacing it with his mouth. She exploded—screaming into the night, p***y gushing in powerful jets that soaked his face, chin, shirt. He drank her down greedily, tongue lapping every drop as her body convulsed, clamps tugging with every arch of her back.

He didn’t let her rest.

While aftershocks still rippled, he stood, shedding his clothes. His c**k was rock-hard, veins pulsing, pre-c*m beading at the tip. He removed the plug slowly—her ass clenching around nothing, feeling empty and desperate.

“On your knees,” he ordered. “Face the railing.”

She scrambled into position, ass up, breasts hanging heavy with clamps still attached. He knelt behind her, rubbing his c**k through her soaked folds.

“Which hole first?”

“p***y,” she begged. “Fill my p***y first.”

He thrust in to the hilt in one stroke.

She screamed—raw, uninhibited—as he stretched her wide. He f****d her hard from the start, hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto every thrust. The clamps swung with the motion, tugging her n*****s deliciously.

He reached around, turning the vibrator on high and pressing it to her c**t. The direct buzz on her oversensitive nub made her sob with pleasure.

“Come again,” he commanded. “Squirt on my cock.”

It took seconds. She shattered, p***y clamping down as she squirted around his pounding shaft, liquid splashing his balls and thighs. He groaned, pace faltering but not stopping.

He pulled out, slick with her release, and pressed the head to her ass.

“Relax, baby. Take me here again.”

He pushed in slowly—easier this time, her body more prepared. The burn morphed into blinding pleasure as he filled her ass completely. He started slow, letting her adjust, then built speed—deep, claiming strokes while the vibrator stayed pressed to her c**t.

One hand reached forward, tugging the n****e chain in time with his thrusts. The combined sensations—ass f****d, c**t buzzed, n*****s pulled—were too much.

“I’m coming—f**k—I’m coming again—”

She did, harder than before. Her ass milked his c**k as she squirted a third time, the vibrator soaked, her screams echoing off nearby buildings.

He roared, slamming deep and unloading—thick, hot ropes of c*m flooding her ass, pulse after pulse until it overflowed, dripping down to mix with her squirt on the lounger.

They collapsed sideways, still joined, his arms wrapping around her possessively. He removed the clamps gently, soothing her n*****s with soft licks and kisses as blood rushed back, making her whimper.

After long minutes, he pulled out slowly. c*m leaked from her ass; her p***y still fluttered. He cleaned her tenderly with a towel he’d brought, then pulled her into his lap.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against her hair. “Tomorrow—bring ropes. I want you tied.”

She nodded, boneless, ruined, already counting the hours.

As she slipped back inside at 2 a.m., body trembling with afterglow, Mark shifted in his sleep but didn’t wake.

She smiled into the dark.

This was only night two.