Seduced by the CEO by Lexie Davis

Jamie talked like it was the best sex she’d ever had.
    “What are the rules?”
    He smiled. “Still didn’t read the sign, did you?”
    She rolled her eyes. “If I’d read them, I’d probably
never agree to this.”
    He came to her. “All you have to do is what I say. No
talking. No questioning. No arguing. You’re leaving your pleasure in my hands.”
    She took a deep breath. “And afterward?”
    “Afterward, you come home with me and spend the night
in my bed.”
    “I hope your bed is more comfortable than that one
looks.” She shook her head. “It’s all too much, Micah. I don’t know what to
think.”
    Micah stepped toward her. “Rule one: stop thinking.”
    “You know that’s not that easy for me. I think and talk
things through.” She glanced around. “When I get scared, I talk more. This
scares me a little bit and you said I couldn’t talk.” She pursed her lips. “I
don’t think this is for me.”
    He tilted his head to the side. “What scares you?”
    “Everything.” Her heart beat erratically with her increasing
fear. “I don’t like the idea of being tied down. I don’t like the idea of being
hit. I don’t like the idea of that wand thingy.”
    Micah propped his hands on his hips. “I’m not going to
hit you.”
    She barely heard him as she stared at the equipment on
the far wall. “I don’t understand being turned on by this. I don’t … I don’t
get it.”
    “You’re turned on?”
    Her mouth opened and she clamped it shut. Had she
really just admitted that to him?
    Micah moved closer until he’d backed her up against
the wall. “I think you’re scared of liking this because you logically think it
is wrong.”
    She struggled for breath. “I don’t want this. Please,
can we go?”
    “Not yet.” Micah brushed his finger along her smooth
cheek. “Close your eyes.”
    Her eyes drifted closed. “I don’t under—”
    He pressed his finger to her lips. “Stop talking. No
more.”
    She swallowed. Her mind raced as she thought about what
he planned on doing to her—what she wanted him to do to her.
    “You’re lying on that bed, naked, with your arms and
ankles bound.” He nibbled her lower lip. “That sweet pussy is drenched with
your desire, tempting me all too well of forgetting everything I know and
taking you right away. But neither one of us wants that. You want pleasure, not
a five second orgasm that you forget the moment you leave. I want to give you
what you want.”
    His voice sounded as smooth as whiskey igniting a
spark of desire in her core. He had already seduced her. With him simply
looking at her, her panties grew damp.
    “Your body has never felt this kind of pleasure. All I
ask is for your trust.” His finger traveled from her shoulder heading into her
cleavage. “Can you trust me enough to give you everything you want?”
    She opened her eyes when he undid the top button of her
blouse. “You don’t know what I want because you’ve never asked me.”
    “I know what you want.” He undid the next one and met
her eyes. “I want it, too.”
    She grabbed his hand. “I want to see the other rooms.”
She swallowed. “And the dungeon.”
    He stepped away, looking mildly frustrated, and pulled
the door open. “After you.”
    Kristin stepped out into the hallway and headed to the
right. He gave her a brief tour of the four special rooms, then led her to the
dungeon. Micah flipped on the light and it did little to illuminate the area.
    She glanced around. Before, when she had walked
through the dungeon, she hadn’t had time to notice the equipment. And it did
have a lot of equipment lining the walls. She swallowed hard and tried to keep
her reaction neutral.
    “You can move about as you please. There’s nobody
here.”
    She met his eyes. “You use this stuff?”
    He sighed, obviously growing frustrated with her
questions. “Yes. In the past. I don’t come to the dungeon that often anymore.”
    She headed to the left of the room, taking note