The CEO’s Filthy Deadline: Part 5

The front door clicked open with a soft beep. My eyes snapped open. I was still completely naked in Damien's massive bed, his cum from last night dried on my thighs.

"Damien?" a woman's voice called out from the living room. Sharp. Annoyed. "Babe, I'm early. The flight got in sooner than expected."

"Fuck," I whispered, bolting upright. My heart slammed against my ribs.

Damien lay beside me, completely calm. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. "Stay right there," he murmured, voice low. "Under the sheets. Don't move."

"Damien, no…hide me somewhere else," I hissed, panic rising. "She's going to come in here!"

He pressed a finger to my lips. "Too late. Just be quiet."

Footsteps approached. The bedroom door swung open and his fiancée walked in, rolling a small suitcase behind her. She was tall, elegant, with perfect blonde hair and a designer coat. "There you are. Still in bed? It's almost noon."

"I had a long night," Damien said smoothly, sitting up against the headboard. The sheet pooled around his waist, hiding me completely underneath. His hand slid under the covers and landed on my bare thigh, squeezing.

I held my breath. My body was pressed against his leg, heart racing so hard I was sure she could hear it.

"You look... relaxed," she said, eyeing him. "I thought we were having brunch. I brought those pastries you like."

His fingers crept higher up my thigh, teasing. "Brunch sounds good. Give me a minute to wake up properly."

I bit my lip as his hand moved between my legs. Two fingers traced my pussy lips, finding me already getting wet again despite the terror.

"Damien," I breathed so quietly only he could hear.

He pushed one thick finger inside me slowly. I clenched around it, fighting back a moan.

His fiancée sat on the edge of the bed, not even two feet away. "You didn't answer my calls yesterday. Everything okay at the office?"

"Everything's perfect," he replied, voice steady as he added a second finger, pumping them lazily in and out of me. The wet sounds were so faint, but they felt deafening to me. "Just had some late work to finish."

I grabbed his wrist under the sheets, trying to stop him, but he curled his fingers against that spot inside me and my eyes rolled back. My toes curled. I pressed my face into the mattress beside his hip to muffle my breathing.

She sighed. "Well, I missed you. The trip was exhausting."

His thumb found my clit and started rubbing slow circles. I was dripping. My hips twitched involuntarily against his hand. The risk was insane, she was right there, talking to him while he fingered me under the sheets.

"You feel so tense," she said, reaching toward his shoulder.

Damien caught her hand. "I'm good. Why don't you go freshen up? I'll join you in the kitchen soon."

She hesitated, then stood up. "Fine. Don't take too long."

The second the bathroom door clicked shut down the hall, Damien yanked the sheets back and pulled me on top of him. "Ride me. Now. Quietly."

"Damien, are you crazy?" I whispered, but I was already straddling him, my soaked pussy hovering over his rock-hard cock. "She could come back any second."

"That's the point." He gripped my hips and pulled me down, impaling me on his thick length in one smooth motion.

I gasped, biting hard on my fist to stay silent. He filled me completely, stretching me wide. "Oh fuck..."

He thrust up into me, slow and deep. "That's it, Mia. Take my cock while my fiancée is in the next room."

I braced my hands on his chest and started moving, grinding on him. Every roll of my hips made my breasts bounce. He reached up and pinched my nipples, making me whimper.

"Shh," he warned, eyes gleaming with dark excitement. "Not a sound."

He started fucking me harder from below, his cock slamming up into me. The bed creaked softly. I leaned forward, burying my face in his neck to muffle my moans as he hit deep.

"You're so fucking wet," he growled quietly in my ear. "You love this, don't you? Love getting fucked while she's right here."

"Yes," I breathed, barely audible. "God, yes... I'm so close already."

His hand slid between us and rubbed my clit fast. I rode him desperately, trying to stay quiet as the pressure built dangerously high. The sound of the shower started in the bathroom.

"Now," he whispered. "Come on my cock. Silently."

I shattered. The orgasm crashed through me harder than anything before. My pussy clenched violently around him, squirting a little as I shook and trembled on top of him. I bit his shoulder to stop myself from screaming, tears leaking from my eyes from the intensity.

He groaned low, thrusting up a few more times before he came too, flooding me with hot cum again.

We stayed locked together, panting quietly. After a moment, he kissed me possessively, deep and claiming, his tongue dominating mine.

"Next week you’ll be working directly under me," he whispered against my lips, "in every possible way."

I smiled weakly, still catching my breath, his cock still buried inside me. But then I saw it, that dark look in his eyes. Something obsessive. Almost scary. Like this wasn't just a game anymore.

He was losing control.

And I wasn't sure if I could handle what came next.