The CEO Behind the Camera

I had been living in my new apartment complex for less than a week. For the past few days, strange packages had been showing up at my door. Every time I opened one, I found another kind of "toy" inside. There were vibrating toys, remote-controlled devices, and even realistic adult toys. You name it, they sent it. Sure, I had a weakness for that kind of thing, but I hadn't ordered anything lately. As I tried to figure out what was going on, a friend request popped up on my phone. The moment I accepted it, a video came through. A man's long fingers toyed with a flesh-pink dildo. His deep voice was full of teasing amusement. "Can that basic toy really satisfy your insatiable mouth? Why don't I train you instead?" My face burned with humiliation and anger. I forced myself to stay calm and typed back. "Sir, if you keep harassing me, I'm calling the police." He clearly didn't care. Instead, he sent me another video. A flushed woman sat on a couch, gripping a dildo as she moaned with pleasure. I froze. That was me. The footage had come from my own security camera! That bastard had hacked my camera and stolen a video of me masturbating. Before I could recover from the shock, my phone rang. It was him. His deep voice carried a lazy hint of amusement as he said, "Tomorrow night at eleven sharp, your training begins." Chapter 1 I was on edge all day. When I brought my boss his coffee, my gaze fell on his hands. For some reason, I thought of the man from the videos. I remembered those long fingers slowly stroking the toy. The image was dangerously tempting. I wondered what those fingers would feel like sliding inside me... Heat rushed through me. My hand jerked, and coffee spilled across the desk. Oliver Black frowned and shot me a cold look. "Claire, stop being so clumsy. If you can't do your job, get out!" His voice was pleasant too. Strangely, it sounded a lot like the man's in the video. But Oliver's tone was cold enough to kill that thought immediately. I quickly pushed the ridiculous idea out of my head. How could my boss possibly be that pervert? I sneaked another look at Oliver's handsome, stern face and swallowed. He was the definition of a cold, proper businessman. He might as well have had "not interested in women" stamped across his forehead. He treated women so coldly that some of my coworkers even thought he was gay. No sane person would connect him to some sick creep who secretly watched a woman's private videos. Just thinking about that pervert made my blood boil. Bastard! This is all his fault. He hacked my camera and sent me those ridiculous toys just to mess with me. Now I can't even focus at work. If I ever found that bastard, I'd make him regret it. The rest of the day passed quickly. When I got home, I still couldn't decide whether to do what he wanted. If I refuse, will he really post the video? If I obey, who knows what a twisted man like him will make me do next? My thoughts started running wild. I couldn't stop thinking about those long fingers. It was almost as if they were touching me already. Heat spread through my body, and I squeezed my thighs together. My mouth went dry. Desire consumed me. I had been single for years. Other than one drunken night after graduation when a stranger took me back to a hotel, I'd never been with anyone. But that one night had awakened something in me. After that, I started buying toys and taking care of my needs whenever the loneliness got too much. Lost in my thoughts, I forgot all about the camera. My hand drifted down before I even realized what I was doing. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was him. "Hello." My voice came out softer and sweeter than I intended. He noticed immediately. "Are you having fun by yourself? Are you thinking about me?" His voice sounded even deeper now, smooth and dangerously attractive. I forced myself to sound calm. "No." But my body betrayed me as fresh wetness gathered between my thighs. "Ten minutes until eleven. I'll be waiting. Good girls get rewarded." He hung up before I could respond. His calm voice was both seductive and commanding. Damn it. I gave in. So what if he watches me again? He's already seen everything anyway. Chapter 2 Once I made up my mind, I actually felt calmer. I still had a few minutes, so I took a quick shower and changed into a nightgown. Eleven o'clock. Right on time, he said through the security camera, "Open the pink box. That's your companion for tonight." I went to the pile of packages by the door and grabbed the pink box. Inside was a realistic motorized dildo. "Now take it out. Spread your legs toward the camera and slide it into your pussy." His tone was calm, as if he were asking me to do something completely normal. I was mortified. That pervert! He seriously expected me to do this on camera? Worse, I knew he was sitting somewhere right now, watching my every move. Shame and anger twisted in my chest. I stayed where I was and refused to move. A moment later, he said through the camera, "You don't have to do it. I'll just upload your video online. I also found out where you work. If you don't want this circulating in your company group chat, you'd better do as I say." Damn bastard. He had thought of everything. There was no way I could let that video get out. No matter how humiliating this was, I had no choice. "Fine. I'll do it. But you have to promise that if I follow your instructions, you'll delete the video and never use it to threaten me again." "That depends on whether you can satisfy me." He had me trapped. I had no leverage and no way to fight back. I dragged myself over to the couch and slowly lifted the hem of my nightgown. I'd never done anything this daring on camera before. My whole body was tense. But beneath the shame was another feeling. Excitement. Knowing a stranger was watching gave me a strange rush. I slowly slid the toy inside me and exhaled, trying to steady my breathing. Without warning, the toy suddenly came to life. "Ahhh." A cry burst from my lips. Bastard! He controlled the damn thing! "You bastard, stop it right now!" I fought the overwhelming sensation and glared at the camera. He answered slowly, "Bad puppies have to be punished." He gave a low chuckle. Then the vibrations grew even stronger. My knees buckled. I grabbed the hem of my nightgown and desperately tried to stay quiet. "Stop... Please stop..." My voice came out weak and breathless. He answered simply, "Beg me." I refused to give in, but the vibrations were too much. Worse, knowing he was watching made every sensation stronger. I was close to breaking. Just then, someone knocked on the door. It was my downstairs neighbor. "Are you asleep? Water is leaking into my bathroom. Is it coming from your place?" Panic shot through me. I slapped a hand over my mouth, terrified my neighbor would hear me. After getting no answer, the person outside muttered, "Maybe she's already asleep. Forget it. I'll come back another day..." That bastard knew exactly what was happening. Instead of stopping, he turned the vibrations all the way up. I broke instantly. "Please, I'm begging you." My voice came out weak and breathless. I heard his breathing hitch. Finally, the toy went still. I couldn't take any more. My body went limp, and I slid off the couch onto the floor. I could feel that my panties were soaked. Chapter 3 "Since this was your first training session, I'll let you off easy tonight. Go clean yourself up." He ended the call. I headed to the bathroom, but something still bothered me. From his tone, I knew he had no intention of letting me off that easily. The next few days proved me right. Every day without fail, more toys arrived. He made me use them in front of the camera. Worse, his demands kept getting bolder. Soon, doing it at home wasn't enough. Late at night, he sent me around the apartment complex and made me livestream from secluded corners on my phone. He was never satisfied until I was trembling and exhausted. Before long, even those nightly "training sessions" weren't enough for him. One day, he ordered me to take a toy to work. I didn't want to do it, but he still had those videos to threaten me with. I had no choice. I went to the office with the toy inside me, terrified of what he might do. Oliver had just finished a meeting. As his assistant, I stood in front of his desk while he assigned the follow-up work. Without warning, the toy started vibrating. I swallowed the moan and struggled to keep a straight face. But Oliver still noticed something was wrong. He frowned at my distracted look. "Claire, pay attention when you're working!" His frown deepened as he studied me. "Why is your face so red? Are you sick?" I waved my hands frantically. "No. Thank you for asking. I'm fine." Oliver looked away. "I'm not asking out of concern. I'm warning you not to let an illness affect your work." I had no response to that. Of course. This jerk is a heartless machine who cares about nothing but work! I quietly stepped back, eager to get away from his icy presence. But the movement shifted the toy, sending a sudden jolt through me. My knees buckled. When he saw me stumble, Oliver reacted instantly and reached out to catch me. But my legs gave out, and I fell straight into his lap. "Mmm..." A muffled sound escaped me. Oliver went rigid, staring at me with suspicion. Only the thin fabric of my skirt separated me from his thighs. There was no way he hadn't felt the toy vibrating. My face burned all the way to my ears. Any desire I had felt vanished under a wave of panic. All I wanted was to get off his lap and escape this nightmare. But my legs were still weak. I barely managed to lift myself before losing my balance and falling back onto him. This time, I felt something hard press against me. My eyes widened, and I stole an incredulous look at him. Could that really be his...? One look at Oliver's cold, unreadable face sent me scrambling to my feet. "Sir, I'm so sorry..." Oliver said nothing. Still wearing that cold expression, he walked into the private lounge attached to his office. I thought I heard his breathing turn rough. But I was too embarrassed to think about it. I rushed to the restroom and quickly removed the troublesome little toy. I'm at work. There's no way that pervert can know. But seconds later, a message from him popped up. "You haven't been a good girl. It looks like I'll have to punish you properly tonight." My blood ran cold. Just who the hell is this pervert? How does he know everything I do, no matter where I am? No. I have to find out the truth. Chapter 4 At eleven that night, right on schedule, the pervert ordered me to go to a secluded corner of the complex. But on my way there, I kept feeling as though someone was following me. Could it be him? I tightened my grip on my phone. After what happened at the office, I was more determined than ever to catch this bastard and drag him out of the shadows. I was almost at the hidden spot where he had told me to go. The footsteps behind me quickened, coming closer and closer. He's coming. He's almost here. Fine. Let's see who you really are. The moment I reached the corner, I stopped and spun around, catching the person behind me off guard. "Pervert! You're not getting away tonight!" I rushed forward, trying to see the man's face. But before I could get a good look, he grabbed me and slammed me against him. Then he shoved me down onto the grass. His heavy body pinned me down, leaving me helpless beneath him. His greasy hands grabbed at my chest without restraint. "You desperate little slut. I've been thinking about you all week." My phone had fallen nearby. In its faint glow, I finally saw the face of the man on top of me. It was the security guard who patrolled the complex. Has he been the one tormenting me all this time? His hand was already reaching under my clothes. His rough palm scraped my skin until it hurt. No. It's not him! His fingers weren't long or elegant, and that ugly voice was nothing like the man's. "You've been lonely, haven't you? I've been secretly watching you these past few nights. "You always come out around this time and put on a show for whoever's on your phone. Are you really that desperate for a man? "If that's what you want, I'll take care of you tonight!" Horror washed over me. I thought I'd been careful. But all this time, someone else had been hiding in the dark and watching me too! Before I could process it, the guard started grabbing at me again. For convenience, I always came out in either a nightgown or loose pajama pants. That only made things easier for him. With one hard tug, he dragged my pajama pants down to my knees. I thrashed wildly and tried to scream for help. The guard hissed, "If you don't want everyone finding out what you've been doing out here at night, you'd better behave and cooperate." He pinned my legs apart with his knee and leaned over me, his hot breath crawling across my skin. I kicked and fought with everything I had. My resistance only made him angrier. "Fine. If you won't behave, don't blame me for what happens next. I got something good on the black market a few days ago. This is the perfect chance to test it." He pulled a tiny bottle from his pocket. Then he held it beneath my nose. I tried to hold my breath, but it was too late. A sickly sweet scent filled my nose, and my thoughts immediately grew hazy. Whatever it was, it made my whole body burn within seconds. Clinging to the last thread of reason, I glanced at my phone. I needed to call the man. If he always knew where I was, then he had to be nearby. Maybe he was watching right now. For the first time, I desperately wanted him to appear. If he saw what was happening, I might still have a chance to escape. Just as I was about to lose control, an agonized howl split the night. The weight pinning me down vanished in an instant. Someone had kicked the security guard to the ground. "You... You!" A man said in a deep, familiar voice, "If you don't want to lose your job, get the hell out of here." I stared at the tall, blurred silhouette. I knew that voice. Before I could react, he swept me into his arms. He smelled faintly of cool mint, and I instinctively leaned into him. Then I saw that cold, handsome face.