Naughty Ceo’s Secret
Chapter 21

I walked into the coffee shop, waited in line, and finally gave the cashier my order. I plan to get my own coffee at work. I will not ever be using Kenzo's money for a damn thing. I handed the girl Kenzo's card. She looked it over before giving me an awkward look. I furrowed my brow. What's that about?

"Uhm, sorry. I can't allow you to use this." She told me.

My eyes went wide.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"I'm not letting you use someone else's card." She stated.

"Someone else's card?" I asked confused.

The girl narrowed her eyes at me.

"I assume you aren't... Kenzo Sosoki." She said.

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Okay, first of all it's Kenzo Suzuki." I corrected her. "And secondly, he's my boss. He sent me here." I told her.

"Yeah well, I can't just take your word for it." She stated snarkily.

"Take my word for it?" I asked incredulously.

The girl nodded

just stared at her with my mouth open. Is she serious?

Does she really think I stole someone's fancy credit card just to come to a damn coffee shop?

"Let me call him then." I said.

I reached for my phone, but then the girl started talking.

"That won't do. I need to see his face, and his drivers license." She told me.

"Since when is all of this necessary to use a card at a coffee shop?" I huffed.

"Since some women started stealing their... johns cards."

She stated.

My eyes went wide as I gasped.

"What the f*vck is that supposed to mean? Just who the hell do you think you are?" I asked.

The girl only shrugged at me.

"This is ridiculous." I said shaking my head. "Just give me the card back." I said as I held my hand out.

The girl looked at my hand, and scoffed.

"No way. I'm calling the police."

"The police?" I asked shocked.

This went on for another few minutes. The girl most definitely did call the cops. I even pulled a Karen, and asked to speak to her manager. Apparently, she is the manager. I don't believe that at all. Eventually, Kenzo came to my rescue. I had no idea how he even knew about what was going on. Ben must have called him.

Kenzo was so smooth the way he demanded his card back

He whisked me out of the shop, and into the back of his car. When he put the divider up, I thought it was to yell at me. So, I instantly tried to apologize.

Only, that wasn't Kenzo's problem at all. He was only angry that I stayed to argue with that stupid girl instead of leaving. Which I thought was silly. I was not going to let that girl win.

I made a mistake though. During my little lecture about how it isn't worth it. My eyes flickered down to Kenzos juicy lips. I just couldn't help myself. He haunted my dreams all weekend. I think I'm starting to lose my sanity.

Then Kenzo just had to call me out on it. I didn't mean to moan. It just slipped out. I thought that I had held it back enough. Kenzo could have ignored it.

That wasn't the case though. Kenzo reacted. I wasn't expecting him to tie me to the motion handle though. Or put his hands on me the way he did.

Kenzo told me that I could say no at anytime. I know that I should. I shouldn't let my boss touch me like this, but.. I can't help it. I'm so worked up that I need it.

So, I let my boss see my red lacey panties. I even admitted that I wore these for him. I might not have known for certain Kenzos taste, but.. I did find those panties in my desk on my first day. I took a chance, just hoping that Kenzo would trap me somehow, and give me what I've been craving.

I had no idea it would be like this though.

Kenzo teased me. He ripped my panties, and finally touched me where I've always wanted him to. I thought that I would be so worked up, that maybe, just maybe, I would be able to c*m without permission.

It's not working though. My orgasm is coming, and then going right when I'm about to reach it. It's to the point that I'm in tears. I don't think I've ever been this pent up before.

Then Kenzo started to call me out on it. At first I thought he was joking. Then he started to see that he was guessing right.

Embarrassment filled me as Kenzo completely stopped everything he was doing. Then he outright asked. At first I refused to answer. I just wanted him to keep going.

When Kenzo demanded an anwser from me, I gave it to him. Just like anytime Kenzo demands something from me, I gave in without a second thought. More embarrassment filled me as I turned my head away from him.

I'm not sure what's going to happen next. Kenzo could laugh in my face. Tell me that it's weird. Stop everything because of my kink. Hell, he might even fire me after finding out that I'm a freak. He only wanted me for s*ex anyways. What I was not expecting, was for Kenzo to grip my chin.

To force my face back to his. To lick up my frustrated tears.

To start moving those skilled fingers. Or to say the next words that fell from his lips.

"You have no idea how happy you just made me kitten."

My eyes went wide at Kenzo's words. He said them with so much happiness. I couldn't have heard that right. What does that even mean by that?

"You won't cum at all unless I say?" He asked.

"N-no." I answered with a moan.

Kenzo chuckled as he moved his fingers faster.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you kitten." He cooed.

I whimpered again as my o****m fell from my reach.

"Tell me, do you need permission when you masturbate as well?" Kenzo asked. "Y-yes." I stuttered.

"Hmmm, does that mean you tried all weekend, and couldn't?" He called me out. How does he know that? He couldn't have possibly guessed that. Could he? "Answer me kitten." Kenzo ordered

"Y-yes." I moaned out.

"So, you couldn't get off all weekend. You wore these panties today hoping I would do this to you. Does that mean you spent all that time trying to masturbate to me?" He asked teasingly. I huffed. "Answer me." Kenzo cooed.

"Yes. Okay! Yes Kenzo. I thought about you all weekend. I tried to get off to thoughts of you all weekend. None of it worked. Please. Please tell me I can c*m. Please Kenzo. I feel like I'm going to die. I'll do anything. Please just tell me I can c*m." I rushed out in frustration.

Kenzo gave me the widest smile I've seen on him yet.

"That's a very good girl." He praised.

I got wetter.

"Alright kitten, I won't torture you anymore. For now." Kenzo said.

"Th-thank you." I moaned out.

"Now, c*m for me. As much as you want." He ordered lowly.

The words had barely even left Kenzos lips, and I was jumping off the edge. My o****m rushed through my body so hard that I jolted, bucked, and screamed. Loudly.

"AH! KENZO! OH MY GOD!"

I'm pretty sure the whole damn street heard me. It's going to be hard to look Ben in the face ever again, but. I don't care.

Not right now.

This is amazing. Kenzo didn't even stop moving his fingers the whole time. I don't think I've ever had an orgasm last this long before in my life. I think it went on for a straight ten minutes. At least it feels that way.

Once I calmed down some, Kenzo removed his fingers. My body slumped as I try to catch my breath. Kenzo kept his eyes on me. A smirk on his perfect lips.

Then he brought every finger that was inside of me to his lips. He sucked off the very evident juices. Ending each finger with a loud pop.

My face heated even more. That was hot. Really hot. No one's ever done that before.

"I said I would have a taste of you today, and my, you do not disappoint kitten." Kenzo praised.

Kenzo pulled my skirt back down for me. Then turned in his seat, and put down the divider. My eyes went wide. He hasn't untied me yet.

"Ben, please go around back when we get there. I don't need anyone to see us right now." He ordered, and then put the divider back up.

I looked at Kenzo, who just pulled his phone out, and started to scroll through it.

"Uhm, Mr. Suzuki." I said.

"Hmm?" Kenzo hummed without looking at me.

"Uh, can you untie me now?" I asked.

Kenzo's amused black eyes turned to me.

"Now, why would I do that? Especially when you look so good?" He teased.

"B-b-b-but." I stuttered.

Oh, I am starting to panic.

"Relax kitten. I'll untie you when we get there."