Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set (11 page)

But!

Even so!

"Me? You want me to do it?" she cried. "While you all—all watch?"

"Yes, while we watch. And get blue balls. You might find it comforting to know I've prohibited any dude from touching his dick in this room today. This is for your pleasure, all of it, Ms. Fontina. So fuck yourself. Show us how hard you'll work for that orgasm, how much you want it."

She almost lost her nerve.

Even now.

He'd taunted her last time that she'd rather fantasize about a dream man and pleasure herself than take a real man's cock.

Well, now she wanted a real man, even if it was just a real man operating a dildo. She wanted Draken to pleasure her.

"You. I want
you
to do it," she said stubbornly.

The men said something. The words didn't register precisely, but they were obviously ribbing Draken.

He came around the table, hopped onto it, and leaned down, putting his mouth so close to her ear it was tickling her.

"Baby, I touch you now and I'll spew my load with my staff looking on. Do you have any idea how crazy you're making me? Just smelling you makes me leak in my shorts. You want that?"

"Yes, yes I do. Why should I be the only one embarrassed here?"

He pulled back and grinned at her. "Because you're the one that gets off on it."

"I don't get
off
—oh, God, I can't argue now."

"
Still
blushing? You're incredible." He reached down and twisted one nipple. "Better start jamming that dildo into that pussy, baby, and working up your clit. See those guys standing there? They've earned this show. And you have, too. God knows I have."

He hopped off the table.

So she did.

The angle was awkward. Everything was awkward. She found that despite everything, despite plunging the dildo in and out of her pussy hole desperately, despite caressing her clit for all she was worth, she couldn't come.

"Having trouble?" Draken said sympathetically. "It might be because your legs are so wide apart. You might have to work hard for it. Go harder on your clit, too. Don't be self-conscious. Really work it."

Sympathy?? Nah, Draken's enjoying every moment of your suffering. They all are. And will this stop you?

No.

"Oh!" Shamefully she redoubled her efforts. When the men called encouragement, telling her what to do to herself, the utter humiliation of that almost drove her over the edge.

Oh, God.

She lifted her hips, straining, her fingers moving like lightning over her clit. She felt her pussy tightening and pulled out the dildo, thrusting it in
hard
.

Close...so close...

"You're almost there, Charli. You look gorgeous, by the way. Your tits are jiggling like a tornado. Isn't she pretty, dudes?"

"Awesome!"

"Spectacular!"

His words only made her think of what she'd look like from their perspective, shoving the outrageously big dildo in and out of her little cunt.

"Please..."

She couldn't do this. She was sure if she came in front of these men this way she'd never recover. They'd always remember her like this, even if they never breathed a word to anyone.

"I can't," she gasped.

"What's that?"

Even as she made the decision, it was too late. Her body was going to come. Charli smacked the dildo inside one last time and screamed.

What happened next was beyond anything Charli had ever felt before. Her whole body seemed to go numb for a moment, and then everywhere. There. Was pleasure.

The strain in her thighs disappeared. The strain in her muscles was gone. She was floating on the most unbelievable spasms of delight, clasping her from head to toe.

No self-consciousness.

No awareness of anything except pure. Ecstasy.

Blooming from her pussy outward.

On and on it went.

Sublime
.

Gradually, gradually, things calmed.

First she became aware that her inner thighs were sore. Then that her hands were still busy at her pussy. She relaxed them hurriedly, let her arms drop to the table and heaved as she sucked in deep gusts of air.

"Fucking wow," someone was saying.

"Un-fucking believable."

"I just about came in my pants."

"I think I
did
come in my pants."

Draken wasn't saying anything at first. When she lifted her head, he was staring at her without moving.

Then she saw him school his features. "Great job, Charli," he said deeply. "That was..." He looked away, inhaled, shut his eyes, and pursed his mouth. "That was intense."

A rush of pleasure went through her.
He liked that. You done good.

He went on, "I'm glad you...shit, Charli, your cunt is still working that thing. Are you
still
coming?"

A portion of self-consciousness returned as she realized this wasn't over yet. Even as the lovely feelings of repletion continued to wash over her, his words caused a twist of tension.

"N—no," she said, shakily. "I mean, it's like ripples. Aftershocks. Oh, God. Could you all please...go away?"

"Soon, Charli. First let's get you up."

Not just Draken, but Matthew and two others restored the room to order. Draken eased her feet through the slats and massaged her lower legs, then helped her sit up. He wiped up her inner thighs and pussy with a moist paper towel that Matthew fetched.

Draken didn't take the dildo out or tell her to. She was secretly glad. It felt good inside her still-spasming body. He held her steady while she tried to stand.

"All right?" Draken said when she stood next to him. She nodded.

"Hey, your nipples are soft, Ms. Fontina!" one man said suddenly. "That's the first time I've seen them go soft."

"Looks like that orgasm really relaxed you," another man commented. "You feel better now?"

"Draken, goddamn, where did you find this girl?"

"Hey, Ms. Fontina, I almost didn't see it—is that a tattoo of an alligator on your hip? I saw an alligator down in Florida once when I was a kid."

Charli blushed. The men continued to talk about her and to her, commenting on her naked body, on how she'd looked when she'd come. Matthew asked her if the dildo inside her was still comfortable. One and all, they were teasing her, titillating her, and—improbably—expressing what seemed to be true affection for her.

As crazy as it was, she felt like they were her friends now.

"I, um, I want to get dressed," she mumbled.

"That's a great pity," Vince said. "I wish all women liked going naked like you do."

"I don't exactly
like
it."

He shrugged. "Get turned on by, whatever."

"I think you're onto something, Draken," someone said. "This is totally cool, getting Ms. Fontina to perform for us. What did you call her, a mascot?"

"Yeah, seriously, thanks."

"Yeah, thanks." That was in a dry tone, from Jude. He was taking out his phone. "I'm calling Mel. Jesus H Christ."

"It's hot, your sharing your woman like this with us," said Alex. "Any time you want to do it again, I'll fly in."

"Yeah, thanks for showing us Charli." A man who looked like Brad Pitt winked at her. "She's a perfect little pet. You're lucky to have her."

Draken didn't disillusion any of them. Charli thought he was being surprisingly circumspect about the subject of whether or not she was indeed technically
his
.

Particularly surprising since Charli expected him to dismiss any hint of a personal association with her.

"Glad you enjoyed it. Now everyone take a last look at Charli," he said finally. "See her tits? See her pussy? Charli, turn and show them your ass. Bend over if you feel like it, but only do it if you think they deserve it."

She did, laughing a little, because she felt pretty giddy after that marvelous orgasm.

"Might as well take the dildo out of your pussy and show it to everybody. Then all you losers are getting out of here so I can have some much-needed private time with Charli."

She gulped. "Right." She bent her knees, reached between her legs with a blush, and a few moments later she was holding up the glistening pink dildo.

While her body felt yearningly empty all of a sudden.

They stared at it silently for a full minute.

"Holy fuck, is that thing huge," was the awed comment.

"And wet."

"Wonder what it's like to be a chick."

"Maybe next time you can have a philosophical discussion," Draken said, taking the dildo and handing it to Matthew. "Matthew, go rinse off that thing and put it on the desk in my office. We'll meet you there. I want to talk to you for a minute. As for the rest of you...Charli, wish my fine employees a good day."

"Feeling a tad possessive now, Draken?" he was challenged.

"No, I'm still feeling generous, Dave, or you'd be on the plane right now," Draken grinned. "Thanks for flying out, by the way."

"No problem. It was a productive meeting."

"Good-bye, everyone," Charli said shyly.

"Not even one tit squeeze?" Vince whined. But even
he
winked at Charli as he did it.

"Maybe next time you'll earn the right," Draken said, his smile showing all his teeth. "Tell you what. She'll cup them for you and offer them. Cup them, Charli. Show them those beauties. Lift them high to show you're proud of them."

And Charli, to her chagrin, found herself doing it, holding her slightly moist breasts up for display and blushing wildly.

"Her nipples are getting hard again," one guy groaned. "I can't take this. I'm outta here."

By the time they left the conference room, she'd washed up and appeared only slightly disheveled. She may be about to get fucked, but there was the walk of shame to get through first.

About to get fucked.

By Draken Almatto. In his office, apparently.

Her body was all for the idea. Her brain deemed her loony. Today Draken had taken things too far. He'd pushed her limits.

It had been wonderful in the end. But still. Tomorrow she'd regret this.

That was tomorrow, though.

They passed a number of people in the hallway, elevator, and reception area. Only a few had been in the executive meeting, and none so much as winked at her or showed in any way that a few minutes ago they'd been watching her spread out on her back driving a dildo into her wet cunt. Everyone was professional, Draken included. No innuendos. No personal touches.

Not even a glance down her body.

Totally respectful.

It wasn't for their own reputation, she realized. They were VIPs. They could probably do anything risqué they wanted at the office and the scandal would blow over.

They were being
decent
.

For
her
.

They thought she was sexy and charming and they were protecting her.

Weird. But also wow.

It turned Charli on so badly she wished she had panties on, because her skirt was barely long enough to hide the wetness trickling down her thigh.

She also knew if anybody looked down Draken's body, they would see that the front of his slacks was one enormous bulge. Well, if he wasn't holding his briefcase in front of him whenever they were stopped. Which he was.

At last he opened the door to his office and ushered her through. She stepped inside...and halted, letting the heavy shutting door bang into her, causing her to stumble.

For Matthew was leaning against Draken's desk. He looked hella hot, literally and figuratively. His sandy hair was a little mussed, his suit jacket gone, and it was evident from his long, tailored shirt, which was partially unbuttoned and hanging loose out of his slacks, that his torso rivaled Draken's for body sculpting.

And he was kissing a tall, slender woman in a power suit, his hands cupping her slim ass.

Draken crossed his arms and smirked. "Yo, Matthew, Sally," he said. As if he came upon his assistant and another employee necking in his office all the time.

Matthew unhurriedly released the woman, whose lipstick was smudged and who looked fairly dazed. "Hey, Draken," he said easily, never letting his gaze leave Sally as he touched his finger to her plump lips. "Your meetings are messing with my work ethic."

"Matthew and I," Draken said to Charli, "are cousins, Ms. Fontina, in case you were wondering why he lacks the appropriate subservience for his role. He tries, but he doesn't always hit quite the right note."

"Oh. Oh, I see," she lied. "I uh, I think you do a good job."

"Thanks, Ms. Fontina. I try. One day soon," Matthew paused for emphasis, "Draken will hire a real professional and I'll be free."

She thought "free" sounded strange. "This isn't your normal job?"

"Not exactly. My mother is blackmailing me."

Charli's eyes widened.

"It's a long story," Matthew smiled. "Basically, she thinks I'm irrepressible. She thinks working for Draken will tame me."

"Because I'm four months older, brat," Draken said. "And the boss of you."

"And stole my patent from me," Matthew said pleasantly.

"It was my patent. I just asked for your help a couple of times." In an aside, Draken said, "The real problem is he's never forgiven me for swiping his remote 'copter back in the fifth grade."

"You guys!" Sally said, and Charli giggled. Until she remembered.
The dildo!

Abruptly she began scanning the desk. Back in the conference room, Draken had instructed Matthew to put the dildo on the desk. But all she saw on the gleaming expanse was a cigar box.

She stared at it suspiciously—and caught Matthew eying her with a half-smile. Had he put the sex toy in the box?

"You wanted a word, Draken," Matthew said, as if remembering. "Sally, if you'll excuse us for a few minutes..."

"No need," Draken held her up. "Matthew, I want you back here in, oh, I'm thinking Ms. Fontina and I will be finished with our business in an hour. I want you to go over the schedule with her and arrange for her services for six more meetings before Halloween. Schedule with her first, then rearrange my calendar accordingly."