My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 34: Azul

(Arata)

Flabbergasted that he had read my mind, I lowered my eyes.

Was he perhaps a sorcerer who had escaped from some fantasy book?

"Umm...no but I should get going. What time is it?" I tried again to pull out of his stronghold but his arms didn’t waver. There was an ache between my legs and I knew it wouldn’t be easy to walk after how he had hammered me.

"What’s the rush? It’s Sunday..." he casually said. His deep voice appeared sleepy.

"Sunday? It’s morning?" I tried to look around for a clock but found nothing except the faint blue light casting everything in its faint eerie glow.

"I am pretty sure, you slept for quite some time. Want me to order you some breakfast?" He casually offered, rubbing the bare part of my arm. The rough pad of his thumb felt soothing against my skin.

I wished I could see the emotions his face held. The desire to touch him rippled through me but I kept my hands to myself. It wasn’t like I was going to meet him again.

The events of the past day flashed before my eyes and the heat on my face deepened, embarrassing me further. It was time to leave; lowering my eyes, I whispered.

"Night is over and I don’t want to be a bother much longer." His hand reached out underneath my chin and he tipped it up so I would stare in his red eyes.

"You weren’t a bother. Besides, I have a listening ear if you ever need to get something off your chest. Or If you want a repeat of this night, that can be arranged too," he answered suggestively, making my insides quiver in excitement. My face must have blossomed like a freshly opened flower for I heard him chuckle.

"You mean that?" I needed someone to bitch about my boss with and have casual Saturdays. This man was perfect.

He nodded affirmatively.

"What can I call you?" I needed a name for him other than Twisted Rider, that was too long.

"Azul, or if you desire you can give me any name you like." His thumb drew circles on my cheek, almost lovingly.

Who would believe this man had banged me against the bathroom wall so vigorously that my insides seemed to have been displaced? The room-shattering orgasms he had given me in just a single night were more than Andy could give me in a month.

Truthfully speaking I would love more of them. He was the distraction I needed at this time of my life.

"Azul, it is." I smiled and continued. "Thank you, I had fun."

"I did, too—let me order some breakfast for you. You can stay further if you want." He finally let go of my face and rolled out of bed. Grabbing his phone from the table, he began to type. I stared at his broad back for a while and gushed. Imagining how his body had felt against mine.

Halting my daydreams, I pulled off the sheets and commenced the search for my scattered clothes. To my surprise, he had neatly piled all my clothes on the sofa.

He was thoughtful.

Picking them up, I made my way to the bathroom so I could change.

"There is a spare toothbrush in there; you can use it," he called after me and I nodded.

After my morning rituals, I dressed but couldn’t pull up the zipper completely. Looking around I found my stilettos to where he had placed them along the wall. Picking them up I stepped out of the bathroom and found him seated on the sofa with his legs spread and head slightly tilted.

Breakfast had already arrived, and the aroma of freshly baked scones, scrambled eggs with sausages and coffee hovered in the room. My mouth watered and I had to gulp it down.

Seeing me emerge he summoned me towards him with a flick of his fingers. Quietly I made my way towards him and halted near his legs.

"Turn around," he commanded in a fashion that made my knees weak. I obeyed and he settled me on his leg. Picking up my spread hair he gently placed it on my shoulder before reaching for the zipper. His hand tenderly rested on my back as the zipper slowly slid up. Tantillating feelings emerged and settled like warm wisps inside my belly.

"Are you sore?" He asked, rubbing his hand painfully slow on my back. Mortification consumed me like the heat does to moisture. He observed my walk.

"No, why would I be?"

I quickly denied it while bending down and putting the heels on my feet. His chuckle rang out but he didn’t push me.

I tried to wrap the straps around my legs when he spoke again.

"Turn around and allow me." He was acting like a true gentleman. He removed my clothes and shoes and now he was helping me put them on too.

From what I had heard men usually didn’t care about this after one-night stands.

Getting up, I turned and thought he would bend down and fasten them, but instead, he picked up my leg and raised it, placing my heel-clad foot on his chest. I grabbed the armrests to keep myself steady. Like an artist, he wrapped the golden straps around my leg with careful twists.

My heel pressed into his solid chest, and the cords and cords of muscles rippled underneath but he seemed least bothered about it. Fastening the strap he lowered his face and kissed the bare skin of my leg. The soft caress of the leather from his mask was thrilling. If I hadn’t been so sore, I might have pushed myself back onto his legs.

"Come, let’s have breakfast," he offered and I walked on shaky legs, settling on the opposite sofa.

Azul offered me a plate and let me fill it up. The array of eggs with cheese and sausages, scones, pancakes and fruits waited for me. I piled on my plate and began to eat.

I enjoyed eating especially sweet stuff. It was my favourite, I had inherited a sweet tooth from my Baba.

Breakfast was a quiet affair where I ate with relish while he only sipped on coffee and took one scone. I kept my eyes on my food so he could easily slip food under his mask which he had tilted up only a smidge.

Ready to head off, I stood up and straightened my clothes.

"Thank you for this experience." I extended my hand towards him, a slight sadness had descended into my heart at the thought of leaving.

The mysterious masked man shook it and got up. He followed me to the door and pulled me into a hug. His warm chest squished mine as he patted my back and placed a soft kiss on my hair.

"DM, if you ever need to talk. I will reply sooner or later," he whispered before letting me go. Our eyes met and I smiled in gratitude.

"Will do. Goodbye."

I waved and stepped out while he remained standing in the door watching me from behind the skull mask. On the corner, I turned and he still watched me. A smile crept up on my face and satisfaction settled inside me. freewebnσvel.cøm