It was a survey site, and the options laid out had me cursing at the universe at the cruel irony of it.
The site laid out sexual-related questions, and the reward for each survey was to determine your sexual preferences, kinks, and so on.It was a painful reminder of my pathetic lapse in that aspect. As a child, I was never deemed beautiful. I was a chubby kid with flaming auburn hair of unruly curls and freckles scattered across my cheeks, but puberty kicked in late and bloomed when I had just graduated high school. My body had taken a shape I was finally proud of; a slender waist, full breasts, and even fuller hips, and although I caught the attention of many onlookers while going to college, I barely socialized with anyone.I had strictly focused on graduating at the top of my class, wanting nothing more than to pursue my dream job as a fashion designer. Now I work for the best fashion brand in the country, getting paid in six zeroes and in a luxury penthouse.Some would say I had won in life, but everything I had achieved so far came with a price, and the price of my success was my dreary sex life.I'm a freaking twenty-eight-year-old virgin for crying out loud!This was the main reason the game of ‘Never have I ever’ bothered me. Because never have I ever done shit.But I had fantasies, wild fantasies that were far from normal, and these abnormal thoughts were fueled by the shelf of slutty books adorning the wall of my room. I also watched porn, preparing myself for the golden hour. I didn't want to be seen as inexperienced, but the painful truth was that I had no courage whatsoever to pursue my fantasies, and this was proven by my many failed attempts to bag one man. Caspian.“Oh well, what harm would it do?” I said with a shrug of my shoulders, taking a sip of my can of soda as I began answering the questions. After thirty long minutes of rather intrusive questions, I completed the survey and submitted it to God knows who.But it didn't end there, an icon resembling a wrapped birthday present appeared next, and it was tagged as a reward for my cooperation.With a soft sigh, I clicked the eye-catching box, taking another long sip of my drink as I waited for it to load.“Oh,” I exclaimed softly, my eyes sweeping over the document file. It was a bucket list. A sex bucket list, compiled from my answers from the survey. “That's interesting.” it also had a section for me to edit and add potential ‘candidates’ that I want to explore them with.I contemplated my thoughts before typing in Caspian's name first, along with one other man who had undeniably caught my attention. His name was Luke Graham, my boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. I only saw him in passing, but even from a distance, his beauty could be described as out worldly. His mere presence always made the women at work swoon, each and every one of them ready to throw their panties his way.I also added a certain celebrity just for the sake of it. He was a popular actor who charmed his audience with his smile and talent. But he also seemed like someone who would be ruthless in bed, his sex scenes in movies never failed to make my pussy throb with want, now that was real God-given talent. I think his name was Ezekiel Sterling.After typing in the names, I looked over the list with a satisfied smirk and finished my drink with one last gulp. It wasn't like anyone else was going to see it, and the chances of me actually pulling it off were low. But it was fun to see that the things on the list were bold and daring, two attributes that were a far cry from reality.I was neither bold nor daring.Just horny and delusional.Very delusional.Chelsea meowed, pulling me from my train of thought. She stretched her limbs with a silent yawn, her paws nonchalantly brushing against the keypads of my laptop as she leaped into my arms, purring loudly as if to reprimand me for staying up late.“Okay okay, I'll go to bed, your highness.” I heed to her cuteness, brushing my cheeks against her stubby nose before rising to my feet.I return my gaze to my laptop screen, but the list had disappeared.“Aww shit, I wanted to save it,” I muttered under my breath, shoulders sagging in disappointment, but I soon dismissed the thought as I cradled Chelsea in my arms and shut down the device. The Turkish Angora cat jumps in excitement as she spots her well-made cat bed at the foot of my queen-sized bed. I smiled fondly at her before throwing myself into the lush softness of my blankets.Staring absentmindedly at the ceiling, I go over the events of the day. If things had gone differently I would have spent a sexy night with Caspian, cuddled under these very same bedsheets. I had wanted to ask him to join me inside for a little chat, but he seemed more out of reach than ever, maybe he had someone else in mind. Or maybe I was just in over my head.The heavy feeling of loneliness began to creep in like a slithering predator, and I let my eyes flutter close before it had the opportunity to consume me whole.One of these days, if the universe deemed it fit, I might be able to turn my fantasies into reality.My phone buzzed on the headstand of my bed, but I paid no mind to it, already falling into a deep slumber, my body giving out to exhaustion.The screen of my phone glowed in the darkness.“Message successfully posted.”The next morning I'm woken up by a wetness on my cheeks, cracking my eyes open to find Chelsea licking my face thoughtfully.“Good morning, Your Highness.” I greet her with a bright smile, my hands combing through the silky tendrils of her shiny fur. Chelsea meowed in contentment, jumping off the bed and strutting out of the door in a graceful sweep, seeing as she'd fulfilled her goal of disrupting my sleep. I giggled lightly as I watched her go, Chelsea always gave the impression of a guardian taking care of her underlings. I let out a soft yawn, imitating my cat as I stretched my limbs. There was nothing like a good night's rest, my senses felt refreshed and ready for the day ahead. “I have a good feeling about today,” I say to no one in particular as I slide out of my blanket and swing my legs off the bed with a delighted hum. My eyes roamed to my wall clock and I paled visibly, my smile going stiff as the peace I had felt earlier quickly dissipated into thin air. It was a few
I scurried out the door the moment I arrived at my department floor, sweat gathering at my temples as my breaths fell short.My hands trembled at my sides, my steps faltering as my heartbeat drummed in my ears. Oh no, this is the absolute worst time to have a panic attack. “Aurelia!” I raised my gaze to find Caspian's soft eyes looking down at me in concern. He held onto my shoulders firmly, and it was only then I realized that I had zoned out for a moment.I must have bumped into him unintentionally, but still, I was really glad to see him. Heaving out a sigh of relief, I lean on his broad shoulders. Caspian goes rigid against me, and my stomach churns painfully when he carefully pulls away, putting a foot's distance between us as he clears his throat. Hurt flashes in my eyes as he looks off to the side, his whole demeanor distant. Not him too? “Are you alright?” He asks in an unusually formal tone, but I don't question him. I straightened up, squaring my shoulders as my hands
The walk to my doom was very silent. I trailed behind the petite secretary who led me down the grand hall leading to his office, my gaze darting about the large space as my heart raced with fear. I had never been on the CEO's floor, because before today I had no reason to interact with him. And I desperately wished it was in different circumstances. I've heard rumors saying he was ruthless and unforgiving, and that the people that worked closely with him walked on eggshells every day. Just like I was doing right now. But it was too late to escape, I was already on the chopping board, and the knife was only minutes away from landing on my neck. We reach the double doors of the office, and the secretary presses the intercom button to inform him of my arrival. She gives me a curt nod before turning on her heels, leaving me to face my ill fate alone. I inhale sharply through my nostrils, bracing myself as I push the doors open. I enter the office with careful steps, feeling a wave of
“What exactly are you sorry for?” He began, and my throat worked as his designer shoes came into my line of sight. I couldn't dare raise my head to look at him, I might just break into tears, and irritate him more. But Oh his voice, His voice, when he finally spoke, was like a melody weaving through the air - smooth, velvety, and commanding attention without effort. Each word dripped with a rich timbre, resonating with a captivating depth that made my insides churn with an unfamiliar emotion. There was a hint of gravel in his tone, adding a rugged edge to its otherwise smooth texture, like sandpaper against silk. It carried a subtle undertone of authority, a reminder of the power and confidence that lay beneath his ice-cold exterior. “Are you sorry for disrespecting me? or turning me into a laughing stock?” he adds in a dangerously low tone, and I feel his heated gaze bore holes into the back of my skull. When I don't answer, he stomps his feet impatiently against the marble floor.
"Mmph!" Tears stung my eyes as his hard length slid down my throat in one powerful thrust. My hands pressed against his thighs, seeking relief from the pressure, but his grip on my hair tightened, keeping me in place. Pain shot through my scalp, yet instead of wincing, I moaned shamelessly, the sound slipping out before I could stop it.Damn, why did that feel so good?"You like that?" Amusement laced his tone, followed by a low groan rumbling in his chest.In response, I wrapped my tongue around the tip of his dick, catching him off guard. I refused to let him have all the control, and pride swelled in my chest as I felt him twitch in my mouth. It was as if I were possessed; my body moved on its own, succumbing to the intoxicating pleasure pulsing through my veins.He was so hard, big, and damn hot. I had to breathe through my nose to avoid suffocating, saliva dripping from my lips as his movements grew faster. He gave me no chance to catch my breath as he continued to thrust mercile
In the end, I received a two-week suspension for what happened. Regrettably, I wouldn't get to feature in the official launch of the new fashion line my team developed. As much as it pained me because my designs were the most formidable pieces in the project, I was glad I didn't lose my job. “Take my cock like the needy bitch you are.” I squeezed my eyes shut as a shiver ran up my spine, and I almost dropped Chelsea's can of food as the vivid image flashed through my mind. It had been two weeks, but it felt like it happened yesterday. Chelsea meowed, her tail brushing my feet to get my attention. I blinked back to reality and shook my head, almost as if to shake the memory off. But I couldn't forget it; I mean, how could I just brush it off? I had given my boss a freaking blowjob, ultimately crossing one of the activities on the list. Give a blowjob. Check. But I had never expected to complete it with Luke Graham. My cheeks heated up as I flopped against the couch and squeale
This couldn't be a coincidence, right? I had heard the CEO had his own private elevator, so why would he settle for the general one?Or was this just one big scheme concocted by the universe to screw me over?!"Good day, sir," Caspian broke the awkward silence with a nervous greeting, but the CEO didn't spare him a glance; he was looking at me.Oh, Lord, he's looking at me!We had already reached our departmental floor, so Caspian politely smiled at the cold man and hurried out of the elevator to make way for him.I trailed behind Caspian, keeping my head as low as possible to avoid his lingering stare. But my efforts were thrown out the window when, at the last moment, he caught my wrist and pulled me back.Caspian whipped his head toward us, his mouth open in shock, but it was already too late.The doors closed, leaving me alone with him.Again.I held my breath as he whirled me around and pinned me against the wall in the next second. His grip on my hands tightened as he drew them
“Aurelia!” With a jolt, I snapped back to reality, accidentally pricking my finger with a bobby pin. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, cursing under my breath as I raised my gaze to see Olivia towering over me, concern etched on her face.“I’m sorry for startling you,” she apologized, her gaze lingering on my bleeding thumb. “But I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes and you didn’t respond,” she added carefully, eyeing me with curiosity as I tended to the wound. I used a little piece of worn-out cloth to stop the bleeding.“Are you okay, Auri?” Olivia asked worriedly, and I pondered her question.No, I’m not okay.Far from it, even.I was still reeling from the shock of what happened earlier, wondering to myself if I hadn’t just imagined it all. From Caspian’s declaration, followed by our kiss, it was all too much for me to take. But what really lingered in my mind was the CEO’s aggravation.And that hot, feverish kiss we shared.“You really piss me off, you know.”The last thing I