My Alluring CEO

Julie bit her lip, her fingers shaking as they gripped the straps of her nightgown. She slowly slid them down her shoulders, letting the fabric slip to her upper arms. But there she froze, her eyes welling up with tears, her body stiff and unmoving.

Kirk slowly headed to her. Julie trembled slightly as his steps approached him bit by bit.

Until Kirk stood right close to her, out of fear and nervousness, her body trembled all over.

Despite her oral promise and her thirst for passion, she felt indeed nervous when she realized it was actually a betrayal.

"Still hesitate? What's on your mind?" Kirk asked softly as he took her trembling hands from her shoulders and gently moved them away.

As the straps left her body and separated to the left and right, the nightgown, deprived of the suspending force, fell to the ground in an instant, along with two glistening teardrops from Julie. Watching the completely naked body right in front of him, Kirk's eyes were about to pop out.

A pair of full but very perky breasts with two rosy nipples firstly caught Kirk's eyes, gently trembling up and down with the owner's body shaking.

Julie's flat stomach rose and fell with each breath, and the soft curls between her legs, still damp from the recent masturbation, glistened faintly. Through the tousled strands, a subtle blush peeked out, hinting at the delicate skin beneath.

Her two long legs were tightly pressed together and her knees were pulled back forcefully, making them appear even more straight and enticing.

Kirk crossed Julie's hands behind her back, lightly holding with his left hand and directly grabbing a pair of full breasts with his right hand, kneading them lightly and feeling the elastic touch of the flesh between his fingers.

Julie raised her head, tears streaming from her ears. The rough touch on her chest filled her with shame and a crushing sense of helplessness, leaving her trapped and suffocated.

"Damn, Julie, you're built like a dream. Did anyone else besides your hubby get a taste with these?" Kirk said, casually groping her chest.

Julie kept her head up, remaining silent and motionless.

Kirk was furious, thinking to himself, 'Bitch, you may have been rode by countless men, still pretending to be innocent? Shameless slut!'

His big hand grabbed Julie's left breast, pinching the slightly erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger harshly.

Feeling a bit painful, Julie let out a muffled groan.

"Answer my question properly. I don't want to spend the night with a corpse. Otherwise, give me back my money!" Kirk sat on the table, the height difference placing Julie's breasts right in front of him. Unable to resist, Kirk couldn't help but lightly lick her idle right breast.

"No." Julie whispered.

"Really?" Kirk asked, licking Julie's nipple while his right hand slid down her flat belly.

He let go of her hands, his palms now roaming over her curves, squeezing and teasing her ass. Julie, though free to push him away, stayed still, letting him explore her body, her breath hitching as he kept going.

"I'm telling the truth." Julie couldn't believe that Kirk actually thought she was a promiscuous woman.

But Kirk wasn't listening. His hand was already sliding between her cunt, his fingers grazing her slick folds. The wetness he found there made him grin to himself.

Blushing, Julie let out a soft moan, unsure if it was an agreement or a denial.

Kirk didn't want to argue with her at that moment. He stood up abruptly, lifted Julie straight up, and placed her on the table.

Julie was startled by Kirk's sudden movement, instinctively placing her hands on his shoulders.

Only when she realized she was standing on the table did her heart settle slightly, but soon she was puzzled again, not knowing what Kirk was up to.

"Get down on your knees!" Kirk's tone was gentle, but there was an unmistakable sense of command.

Julie's legs trembled for a moment, but in the end, she slowly knelt down in resignation.

"Keep your hands behind your back and don't move!" Kirk commanded.

Completely bare, her body already responding to his touch, Julie felt like she had no choice but to give in. She nodded lightly, tacitly agreeing.

Kirk walked to the other end of the table and opened a small case he'd brought with him. Inside were a pair of kinky handcuffs, a couple of Velcro restraints, and a handful of other toys he'd picked up before.

The clerk at the adult store had tried to sell him on a full-on BDSM kit, but Kirk wasn't into anything too extreme. He'd settled on a few essentials—just enough to spice things up.

Julie knelt on the table, listening to the sounds behind her, knowing that Kirk must have taken out something to mess around with her. The thought of being toyed with made her feel a mix of humiliation and confusion. How had it come to this? Was she going to be played with by Kirk tonight?

But Julie also realized that her body seemed to be responding in this perverse anticipation, with vaginal discharge slowly seeping out. If she kept kneeling like this, it might drip onto the table. Julie's face slowly turned red. What was happening to her? Was she so desperate now that she couldn't resist the sexual needs? Even such humiliating behavior could trigger a response from her?

Kirk didn't give Julie much time to think. The handcuffs were directly fastened behind Julie.

Although having mentally prepared, Julie still instinctively struggled. The feeling of being bound made it difficult for her to accept.

"Kirk, don't do this, don't lock me up! Please!" Julie struggled a bit, but was held down by Kirk. The difference in physical strength made Julie's resistance futile.

"You have no choice!" Kirk said as he walked in front of Julie with the bondage straps. "Today, you are just my toy. Your responsibility is to serve me well, and then all of this will end!"

Julie closed her eyes in silence. What else could she say now?

Julie could feel Kirk spreading her legs apart, using the straps to secure her knees and elbows, fixing her left arm and left leg together, and the right arm and right leg as well.

The bound position made Julie's legs spread wide apart, exposing her cunt to Kirk's eyes effortlessly.

"Slut. I didn't expect your cunt to be pink. It seems like you take good care of yourself. Even after being fucked by men, you still look like a young girl. Truly a born slut!" Kirk said, extending his right hand to pinch Julie's labias, teasing and twisting them with a rough, deliberate rhythm.