Naughty Ceo’s Secret
Chapter 19

Going out for afternoon drinks with the girls was fun. More than fun. I really like Sasha and Nikki. Thankfully, we didn't really talk about work the whole time. We just got to know each other more, and chatted about normal things. It was more than nice. For a little while my mind was off of Kenzo, and those damn intense eyes. I hope that he thinks about the assumptions he's been making about me. Serves him right.

Although, when I was alone later that night... All I could think about were those black eyes. I swear I could still feel those lips brush against mine. My mind even started to wonder what my treat would have been, had I stayed to replace out. I ended up working myself up so badly, that I moaned for hours. Not that it did me any good. I couldn't get off no matter how hard I tried.

For my whole life I've been the same. I've always had this issue. When I was a teenager it was easy to hide, but..

When I started sleeping with more experienced men. well, they called me out.

See, I can't cum unless I have permission. Literally. If I'm with a partner, I need him to tell me I can. Otherwise, my body just doesn't let it happen.

If I'm alone, usually I can replace a kinky porn to get off too. As long as I lose myself in it, just hearing those words 'cum for me' do the trick.

It's a weird issue I know. I guess you could say it's a kink of mine. Maybe that's why I like to be called a good girl so much.

For a while, I faked orgasms. In high school it worked. Even sometimes after that. There were boyfriends that I had that started to call me out about it though. They knew I was faking.

The very few times that I had been honest about it. Those boyfriends... finished the job, then dumped me. Apparently, it's too weird to have permission in order to c*m.

When my last boyfriend dumped me, he told me that he cheated because it was too difficult having s*x with me. He said that sometimes he just wanted to lose himself in the pleasure, and that it was too weird that I couldn't do the same. Douche completely blamed my little kink for his cheating.

This is why I can't sleep with Kenzo. Hes extremely experienced. Kenzo would know if I faked an o****m. I don't want to have to explain to him about my kink.

What if he didn't want to sleep with me after I told him?

What if he sent me away that moment? What if he told me how much of a freak I am?

Then I would still have to look at him every single day..

All of that sounds silly. I know that. I just can't help the fear.

I've have a few past boyfriends that made me feel awful about it. It's kind of hard to move past that. Especially when I have never really had a positive reaction to admitting this.

Usually I can handle it though. I work around my little kink

Most of the time it works out for me.. I guess.

Unfortunately, not anymore. At least that's how I feel. I tried all weekend to get myself off. All I did was work myself up so much that I didn't sleep a wink last night. I almost feel like begging Kenzo to give me a release.

I am losing my mind.

I sighed as I made my way to my desk. Kenzo is in his office with the door open. I can see he has the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows. His dark purple tie is slightly loosened around his neck.

I smoothed my hands over my black pencil skirt. Then I checked the buttons of my light pink blouse. I took a deep breath, and knocked on Kenzo's office door.

Those black eyes snapped up to me. They weren't intense, until they connected with mine. Does Kenzo save that look only for me?

"Good morning sir." I greeted.

"Good morning Opal." Kenzo replied.

I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep myself calm.

Just the sound of that deep voice has me yearning. I can feel myself getting wet just looking into those black eyes.

"I hope you enjoyed your weekend sir. Would you like some coffee?" I asked

Just then a warm hand was placed on my lower back. I'm so sexually worked up that I didn't even flinch at the contact. I looked up to see Beck smiling down at me.

I wonder if Beck would be into my kink.. Even if he isn't... wouldn't have to see him contantly every day.. He would be easy to avoid...

"Good morning Opal. You are looking absolutely stunning this morning." Beck said.

"Th-thank you Mr. Rossi." I replied.

"Beck, come in. Opal, Ben is downstairs waiting to take you to my favorite coffee shop. I will text you what to order.

They have my favorite danishes. Feel free to get yourself whatever you like." Kenzo said.

"O-Okay." I said.

Beck slid past me. He turned his body to rub against mine. I bit down on my lip so hard that I thought I'd draw blood. Just this contact alone has my n*ipples hardening.

Then Beck dipped his lips down to my ear.

"Did you wear those red lacey panties for Kenzo?" He asked. "Red is his favorite color." He whispered.

Then Beck stood up straight, gave me a smirk, and took a seat across from Kenzo.

My face flamed as I stayed rooted in my spot. How the hell does Beck always know what my underwear look like?

Does he have x-ray vision or something?

"Something wrong Opal?" Kenzo asked

Yeah. Your right hand man made me even more horny than I already am. I need a release, and preferably one of you to take care of it. "No sir." I said.

I made my way down to the lobby. Just as Kenzo said, Ben was waiting right outside for me. He even opened up the door for me.

This car is different than the one I rode in before. It's fancier that's forsure. There is even a divider from the driver. Not that I plan to use it.

"So, I believe you said that if you saw me again you would talk to me." I said to Ben.

I saw the corners of his mouth quirked up.

"I did tell you that." He replied.

"So, are you married? Do you have children?" I asked.

Ben chuckled at me, making me beam in return.

"I am married. Happily for the last 32 years. We have four lovely daughters." He told me.

I blew out a whistle.

"Wow, four daughters. I bet there was nothing but drama in your house." I teased.

Ben nodded his head in agreement.

"Never a dull moment that's for certain." He told me.

"How old are they?" I asked.

"24, 21, 16, and 12." He told me.

"Awh, I bet they are just adorable." I said

Ben nodded to me again.

"So, what's it like working for Kenzo?" I asked.

Ben smiled at me.

"He is a wonderful boss." He said.

"Awh, come on Ben, you don't have to lie to me." I teased.

Ben chuckled.

"Mr. Suzuki is a great boss. Far better of a man than his grandfather" He told me.

Hmm, I wonder what that means.

"Have you worked for the Suzuki family long?" I asked.

Ben nodded.

"I have been working for the Suzuki family since I was 21.

It's been more than 30 years now. I've known Kenzo since he was a little boy." He told me.

I smiled. I wonder what Kenzo looked like when he was a kid. I bet he was adorable. I wonder if those black eyes were always wide with wonderment.

"What was he like as a kid? Please tell me he wasnt always a stiff, even as a child." I teased.

Ben chuckled again.

"No, he was a good kid. I didn't see him often. His parents didn't live around here." He said.

Huh, I wonder why not. Ben said that Kenzo took over for his grandfather.. What happened to his father? Or mother?

The two of us made small talk on our way to the coffee shop. When I say that we made small talk, I really mean that I asked a million questions, and Ben answered all of them. I told him that he could ask me questions as well, but he didn't take me up on it. It didn't take us long to get to the coffee shop at all. I blew out a sigh of relief when I see that it isn't the one I used to work at. The place is kind of busy though.

I walked into the shop, and stood in line. I checked my phone to see the text from Kenzo. I had no idea he even had my phone number.

Once I made it to the front I ordered everything that was in Kenzos text. I did not get myself anything, because I refuse to use Kenzos money. I'll just get coffee from the break room.

I handed the girl behind the counter Kenzo's card. She read over the name on the card, and then looked up at me. The girl has a stern look on her face making me frown slightly. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I cannot allow you to use this card."