A Plaything For CEO Blackwood

# 21 Clingy CEO

“Anna’s POV”

I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I opened it, the morning rays of sunshine seemed to be the weapon fashioned against me. I felt pain on my neck and boobs as I slowly sat up. I think I might have sat silently for a minute or two before the sleep cleared off my eyes and it dawned on me.

I gasped and grabbed the duvet, pulling up to my neck as consciousness hit me! I was completely naked! But that is not what struck me, because it was a habit to go to bed without clothes, but this was not my house; where was I?

I immediately looked around and flashes of memories flooded my mind; the hotel! I was at the hotel!

I looked around immediately and I was all alone. I turned towards the bathroom but there was no one there, the door was closed as well. I was confused as hell; what happened? How did I spend the night here? Where is Mr. Blackwood?

Just then, more fragments of the previous night’s memory came juggling back and I struggled to make sense of them. The last clear scene I had was back at the VIP bar with Mr. Singh and Mr. Blackwood, every other thing that followed was blurry clips.

I pushed back to the head frame of the bed, holding the duvet to my chest. I quickly raised it up to take a peek in between my legs, I was confused and tried to recollect if I had done something the previous night, I was still feeling the condition of my vagina but rubbing my thighs together when suddenly, the door was pushed open.

“Arghhh!!” I screamed in fear and pulled the duvet up to my neck, holding it firmly to cover my nakedness.

It was Mr. Blackwood, dressed in a blue suit, like he was ready for work. What was going on? And what time was it?

“Oh, you are up.” He said casually. “Good, we don’t have much time.”

“Excuse me!” I blurted out in sheer confusion. “What is going on here? What happened?” I queried, fear visible in my eyes. I was so confused and didn’t want to start making assumptions or jump to conclusions.

“Oh…” he started calmly, “So you don’t remember? Well I remember you begging me to go fuck you harder while moaning someone’s else’s name. By the way, who is Jimmy?” he asked casually, like it was no big deal.

My heart flipped when I heard him utter those words and I immediately covered my face in shame, pulling the duvet completely over my body, not minding if I suffocated. Was he for real? We had sex last night? God! This was so embarrassing for me, how do I ever look at him?

“Oh come on now, you weren’t shy last night when you were all over me. Look Miss Owl, we don’t have time for this, we are late for the office so why don’t you get up and get ready?’ I heard him utter and I cringed even harder under the duvet.

Fuck! I must have drunk a lot at the bar, oh God I have messed up! This is bad! Very bad!

I slowly pulled down the duvet from my face to my neck, making sure that the rest of my body was properly covered. Even under that duvet, I felt so exposed… Like fuck! I was completely naked under that piece in a hotel and in front of my boss, I would never have imagined our first sex and night together to be like this.

“Um… Um,” I started with a stutter. “Can I go home first? I don’t even have clothes to change into, it is not like I knew we would be spending the night.” I requested.

“Uh-huh? Look who's talking? Why do you think we spent the night here? No, you won't be going home from here, and don’t worry, I did you a favor of getting you this.” He replied and tossed a black bag at me.

“What is this?” I asked, staring at the nylon bag without making a move to take it.

“It is a gown, Miss Owl, I got it from the closest boutique while you were having your beauty sleep. Now get up, take a quick shower and get dressed, we need to leave for New York and hopefully we will make it on time.”

I was surprised to hear that. He had gotten me a gown? I didn’t even know how to feel about that.

The both of us remained at our positions, staring at each other. Mr. Blackwood made a questioning gesture at me, like asking what I was waiting for but I did not respond, I didn’t know how to say it.

“What are you waiting for? Get up and head to the shower, already.” He urged.

“Okay, but can you give me some privacy? I am literally naked under this duvet.” I requested shyly.

Maxwell Blackwood scoffed and shook his head. “Girl, what are you talking about? I’ve already seen it all, we spent the ENTIRE night together,” he replied, stressing the word.

“Ugh!” I groaned. “Can we just not talk about it?” I pleaded.

“Why? Are you embarrassed? It was only the first of many, I still remember you begging me to not stop.” He chuckled darkly.

“Go away!” I screamed and threw a pillow at him in embarrassment.

“Fine!” he cussed. “fifteen minutes, that is all you get.” He added blatantly and turned to the door.

As soon as he left and closed the door, I jumped out of the duvet, rushed to the door and turned the key knob to lock it, then I placed my bare back against the door and exhaled heavily.

Fuck! I have messed up. I covered my face in shame as his words ran through my mind. Did I really beg him? I am so embarrassed by the thought of it alone.

It was at that moment that I felt real pain. I felt sore in between my legs, like the after feeling of a good sex, depending on your definition of good sex. My throat was dry as well and my tits felt heavy and painful like I was seeing my menstrual flow.

How did I have such a night with no solid memories of it? I used my right hand to cover my boobs as I rushed to the bathroom, even without his presence, I felt his eyes on me, I was shy and even had to take a quick glance around for cameras in the room.

As I stood under the rushing shower, cold water drizzling on my body, I closed my eyes and thought back to last night. I tried to complete the blurry scenes with my imaginations, I heard the sound of my own moans in my head, even if it was made up, I felt embarrassed by the thought of it.

But even with all that, a few questions tugged at my mind. What did he think of my body? Did he like it? Or discover that there was literally nothing special about it? And what would be his view of me henceforth? What if he loses interest in me now that he has finally gotten between my legs?

The questions would not stop bugging me and I tried hard to push them to the back of my mind, it was just disturbing knowing that he might not see me the same again. Men tend to dump ladies who played hard to get after they finally get what they want. Was I about to be another victim to that?

I walked out of the bathroom with a fresh towel tied around my chest to cover my nakedness. It was the only towel in the bathroom and that made me wonder if he had bathed elsewhere. I walked to the bed, dying to unveil its content.

I gently took out the gown and held it up to myself. It was made of the softest silk I had ever touched, and the color was a deep, rich emerald. The neckline as I noticed was plunging, and the back was open down to my waist. My jaws dropped, did he really want me to wear this to work?

This was more like party stuff? A sexy designer gown; this would get all eyes on me at the company, especially while walking in with the CEO.

I slowly loosen the towel, letting it drop to the ground, my hands trembling. I slipped into the gown, and it felt like heaven. The silk caressed my skin, and the gown molded to my body like a second skin. I took a deep breath and turned around, facing the mirror in the hotel room.

My eyes widened. I was unrecognizable in this gown. The gown had transformed me into a goddess, at least that is what it felt like. My skin looked more radiant, my eyes sparkled with excitement. I felt like a million bucks at that moment.

Quickly grabbing my powder from my handbag, I turned back to the mirror and blushed. I've never worn anything so expensive or beautiful in my life. I wonder how much the gown cost. It must be a fortune.

My moment was ruined by the loud knock on the door. “Time’s up, Princess! open the door.” He ordered aggressively.

“Wait, I am not done!” I yelled back, while struggling to lock the little zip at the back of the gown, situated just below my waist. I tried pulling it up to reduce the exposure of my back but it seemed stiff.

Suddenly, I heard the door pushed open and before I could turn around, he walked in.

“Ahhh!!” I screamed and jumped back in surprise. How did he get in? I had locked the door with keys!!

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