My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation
Chapter 77: Denied

Chapter 77: Denied

(Arata)

(Slight NSFW Content Ahead)

This was a whole new level of vulnerability and yet I felt safe with him. Wrapped up in his big, burly arms, I watched as his fingers slid in and out of my wetness.

I was totally at his mercy, and yet part of me knew he wouldn’t hurt me, just provide immense pleasure.

Every touch, so nerve-wracking so abysmally deep that he seemed to touch my soul.

I wished to scream in pleasure that rolled over every centimetre of my skin, every fibre of my nerves and every single bone my body possessed, but his glove held back my moans.

And, yet, I couldn’t stop staring at the expressionless mask he wore, and my mind roamed to imagine what he must be like underneath it.

Thrashing and squirming in his hold, I took whatever he offered. He took his time with me, sometimes teasingly slow and at other times in fast rhythmic movements.

And just before I could explode all over his hand, he extracted it, leaving me wanting and screaming for more in my head.

Tears almost brimmed in my eyes for I wanted a release.

A needy whine left me, which made him chuckle, and he seductively whispered in my ear.

"Not yet. We have places to be. You will come when I say and want."

I almost came because of his words. As the cold metallic nose of his mask rubbed against the warm skin of my neck, he let me go and took out his glove from my mouth.

"Now you will make me wear this so I can keep the scent of your arousal preserved with me." His glistening hand, coated with my womanly juices, was right in my face, and I couldn’t help but bite my lip, seeing how desperate I was for his touch.

How his words affected me, making my inner walls clench so desperately that more fluids shot out of me.

Can someone make you cum with just his words?

I could bet Azul would. No one left me speechless like this masked enigmatic man.

He handed the glove back and I quietly covered his hand with the black leather.

"Come, let me show you the city on my bike." He picked up my wig and took my hand in his and we moved forward. Handing it to me, I shoved it in my bag.

Our bodies were reflected in tons of mirrors in the room. He pressed his hand on the hidden door and it slid open, taking us into a dark passage.

He moved with finesse, silent, like flowing water but kept his pace akin to mine.

Soon we came out near a back staircase. No one in this world of technology used staircases anymore, everyone went for elevators and escalators.

"You good with using stairs?" He asked, pressing my hand between his. His voice was thick and dark and I wondered what his real voice must sound like.

"I am."

We began descending the white marble staircase and I couldn’t help but steal glances at his thick arms and the feeling of how he had wrapped them around me.

"So be truthful Arata. Did you miss me?" He suddenly asked, giving my hand another squeeze.

"Maybe." I turned my head and winked at him, earning another chortle of laughter from him.

"Smooth."

We reached the bottom of the stairs and he took me out through the backdoor into the underground parking lot.

The bike stand was towards our left, and he swiftly took me forward, where all kinds of bikes had been lined.

Stopping near an elegant electric blue and black heavy bike which stood all prominent among others, screaming raw power, Azul placed his gloved hand on its sleek frame.

It was dominated by a deep, shimmering electric blue that caught the overhead lights, giving it a futuristic and dynamic appearance.

"This is my beauty." The way his hand moved over the comfortable yet rugged leather-bound seats, I knew he was proud of his bike.

Anyone would be if they possessed such a beauty.

Accents of glossy black ran along the edges, fuel tank, and exhaust, creating a bold contrast that enhanced its muscular silhouette.

Boldly I moved ahead and traced my index finger on his bike. Observing how the design was both aerodynamic and aggressive, with sharp lines and curves that suggested speed and precision. Chrome finishes on the handlebars, rims, and engine components added a touch of refinement.

The two-wheeler was a perfect fusion of modern elegance that commanded presence and I could feel heads turning wherever it roared to life. I had seen it in his numerous videos and knew why the ladies were all gaga at him.

"It’s breathtakingly beautiful, and I can’t wait to ride it with you," I subtly told him as he picked up the two black helmets hanging on the sidebars and tossed one in my direction.

"Then gear up because I am going to take you on a ride of a lifetime."

A thrill ran in my veins as I caught the all-black helmet with a grinning face. There were black leather gloves inside it.

Extracting them, I placed the helmet on the bike’s seat and began to put it on while Azul turned his head in the other direction, removing his mask and putting on the helmet.

I observed how his head was covered with black clothing, so I couldn’t even see his hair and the back of his neck.

He was really thorough about these small details and hid his identity well.

This made me wonder if he was someone famous or well-known and if he was a permanent resident of Marica City because he seemed to know the places better than me.

I had hardly put on the leather gloves when he turned to face me and grabbed the helmet from the polished seat.

He had his helmet on while the black cloth I had seen covering the back of his head and neck, concealed the front of his neck from me. The weather was cold so maybe it served as a windbreaker.

"Let me." He moved ahead, comfortably invading my personal space.

I didn’t mind. He brought the helmet down on my head, adjusting it, ensuring I was comfortable and then fastened the strap under my chin and brought the visor down, covering my eyes.

His hand moved the helmet over my head ensuring it was properly strapped before he moved down to my leather jacket. Holding the zipper, he slowly zipped it up and pulled it down from the sides.

Grabbing my shoulders, he placed his head over mine, and our helmets clinked together.

"Ready, Phoenix?"

"You bet," I instantly answered, and without warning, his hands slipped down, grabbed my waist and picked me up as if I was made of cotton instead of flesh and bone.

He placed me on the seat and adjusted my legs before climbing in front like a rider about to start his race.

"Hold onto me, and don’t let go," he instructed, and I scooted forward, my arms going around his tapered waist as I clung to him like a baby koala, ready for this adventure.

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