The CEO’s Dirty Contract: Part 4

"I already canceled your apartment lease. You're moving into my place tonight."

The words hit me like a punch as I knelt there on the bathroom floor, his cum still sticky on my face. I opened my mouth to argue, but Damien just wiped my chin with his thumb and pushed it between my lips.

"Suck it clean," he said. "No discussion."

By six o'clock that evening, I stood inside his penthouse, staring at floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The place screamed money, dark leather furniture, modern art on the walls, a bedroom bigger than my entire old apartment.

"Strip," Damien ordered the second the door locked behind us. "Everything off. Now."

I hesitated, fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons. "Damien, this is moving too fast. I didn't even get to pack…"

He stepped close, grabbing my jaw. "You don't need anything from that shitty place anymore. You're mine. Clothes. Off."

I pulled everything off, standing naked in the middle of his bedroom. He circled me slowly, like he was inspecting something he owned. Then he pushed me onto the massive king bed.

"Lie down. Arms up."

I obeyed, heart racing. He pulled out silk ties from the nightstand and bound my wrists to the headboard, tight enough that I couldn't pull free. My cock was already hard, betraying me again.

"Look at that," he murmured, trailing a finger down my chest. "Already leaking for me. You crave this, don't you, Alex?"

"I... I don't know," I whispered, but my hips lifted when his hand brushed my thigh.

He chuckled darkly and opened the drawer again, pulling out a thick black dildo and a bottle of lube. "We're going to find out exactly how much you crave it."

He slicked the toy and pressed it against my hole without warning. I gasped as he pushed it in, stretching me open in one slow, relentless slide.

"Fuck…Damien…it's too big…"

"You took my cock twice today. You'll take this." He twisted it deeper, eyes locked on my face. "Tell me how it feels."

"It feels... full," I moaned, pulling against the ties. "Stretching me so much…shit…"

He started fucking me with the toy, slow at first, then faster. Every thrust made wet sounds that filled the room. My cock throbbed untouched, dripping onto my stomach.

"Please touch me," I begged, voice breaking.

"Not yet." He leaned over me, biting my nipple while he worked the dildo in and out. "I want you desperate. Begging like the little whore you are."

For long minutes he tortured me with the toy, angling it to hit that spot inside me over and over. I writhed on the bed, moaning loudly, sweat covering my skin.

"Damien... fuck... I need your cock. Please…"

"Say it properly." He pushed the dildo deep and held it there.

"I need your cock, sir. Please fuck me. Breed me."

His eyes flashed with satisfaction. He pulled the toy out, leaving me empty and clenching, then freed my wrists only to flip me onto my stomach. He tied my hands behind my back this time.

He climbed on top of me, his thick cock sliding between my ass cheeks.

"You want to be bred?" he growled against my ear. "Want me to fill this hole until you're dripping?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Breed me. Please…"

He slammed in bare, one brutal thrust that made me cry out. No slow start. He fucked me hard, hips slapping against my ass, the sound loud and obscene.

"Fuck, this hole is perfect," he grunted. "Gripping my cock so tight. You're going to take every load tonight, Alex."

He pounded me relentlessly, one hand fisting my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. I moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet every thrust.

"Harder," I begged. "Fuck me harder, Damien."

He gave it to me, driving so deep I felt him in my stomach. The bed creaked violently under us. He reached around and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts.

"You're mine now," he snarled. "No more hiding. No more pretending you're straight. This ass belongs to me."

"I'm yours," I moaned, voice raw. "All yours…fuck…I'm gonna cum…"

"Cum then," he ordered, slamming into me. "Cum on my cock like a good boy."

I came hard, shooting across his sheets while my hole clenched around him. He didn't stop. He fucked me through it, then flipped me onto my back and drove in again.

"First load," he growled, pounding faster. "Take it."

He buried himself deep and came, flooding me with hot cum. I felt every pulse, every spurt filling me up. He stayed inside, grinding slow, pushing it deeper.

But he wasn't done.

He pulled out, watched his cum leak from my hole, then pushed back in and started fucking me again. Round two. Harder. Filthier.

"Look at that sloppy hole," he said, voice rough. "Leaking my cum while I fuck you. Such a dirty boy."

"Damien…oh god…" I was oversensitive, every thrust making me shake, but I couldn't stop moaning his name.

He edged me this time, slowing down when I got close, keeping me on that edge for what felt like forever while he bred me again. By the time he came the second time, I was a mess, begging, crying out, completely lost in him.

We went three rounds that night. Each one rougher, each one with more filthy words spilling from his mouth.

"You're going to wake up every morning with my cum inside you," he promised as he finally untied me, pulling me against his chest. "My perfect little office whore."

I passed out exhausted, body aching, ass sore and full of him.

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Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the feeling of being stretched open again. Damien was on top of me, cock already buried deep inside my hole, thrusting slow and steady.

I moaned before I could stop myself.

"Damien..."

The sound of his name left my lips like it belonged there, needy and desperate in the dark.