A Plaything For CEO Blackwood

this? I was submitting my body to be used as a tool for pleasure, literally a sex toy. I know tha

nt, but I never would have imagined becoming someone’s sex slave by consen

. What if I just ruined my life with this very decision? What if I contracted a deadly disease or lost my l

immediately locking it. I froze immediately; something was wrong. T

hen a loud scream escaped my lips as I almost

!" Jennifer laughed as sh

how did you get in here?" I scre

the house keys in the air. Of course, she never dropped h

night, and you didn’t return my calls this morn

sofa. "You mean right after you asked

s just all fun; what

iend think of memories that hurt her. Forget about it; it is in the past now." I q

ou coming from, anyway?" She asked as her eyes

most in a whisper, and I qu

from the living room and then her f

she followed immediately. "

of Blackwood precious stones and jewelry is t

’t he the same guy that asked

accompanying the word. I was already judging myse

rd; you know you shouldn’t just give yourself t

er as I unhooked my bra and tossed it to the bed, breat

not require every employee to suck his dick, then what makes me so special? I am gorgeo

e for months, and I never knew. Even when I found out he didn’t have any regrets, it took him week

ings. I just happen to be his sex partner, and I get ov

friend. I think it's a double win for you anyway. You get a good job, and you are sleeping w

surprised at how fast she switched from judging me to celebrating. Perhaps she

think so?" I aske

even fall in love with you and a

just wants my body. But the good news is that I finally have a good job; I don’t have to

ly. I grabbed my laptop and opened my email. The mail had arrived as expected; it was an online

eans a lot to me. Jennifer and I ended up in the kitchen shortly after

rt that I was about to be genuinely happy again, and even though none of that made sense, I looked forward to

ck sounded on the door. We looked at each other, almost temp

t," Jenny sai

I cut in and sto

vie. I opened the front door to meet someone I believe to be

ately with the door half open while st

se keys for you," he announced, ji

a product, I could tell. "Um… Sorry, Mister, I think yo

at the right place. Are you n

as to why a car would be deli

n’t make an order for whatever that

ont of this building," he said. My eyes followed his finger,

stions in this letter, ma’am." The delivery

e MB signature. I knew I had seen it somewhere befo

om Mr. Blackwood; he had informed me in the letter that all employees o

he joined me at the door. This has to b

abbed my cell phone and dialed Mr. Blackwood. He di

ation?" His deep voice rang from the

really you?

account as requested; the financial team will send you an email for confirmation soon. Now i

versation over the phone. "I think I like him already; congrat

cited to think straight. Was this the beginning of something

e drastically. Meeting Mr. Blackwood was the beginning of a cha