Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set (14 page)

"I'm sorry, Matthew," she wailed. "I have to—but this feels so rude."

"Fucking artless, isn't she?"

"Charming," Matthew agreed with feeling. "Don't mind me, Ms. Fontina. Just know that Sally went home and I happen to love freckles on gorgeous creamy skin."

Charli lifted her head in surprise.

"Don't feel—sorry for him," Draken grunted. "He's living with three women."

"
Three
?" Charli tried to turn her head around to look at Matthew. "Are you really involved with three women at the same—" Then she cried out as a hard smack landed on her buttocks. "Oh,
crap
. What was that for?"

"For running. For telling tales. For letting Jim rub your clit for so long. For looking at my cousin. For having a beautiful ass," Draken said. Abruptly one eyebrow shot up as he noticed her expression. Then he grinned wickedly. And proceeded to smack her again. C
rack! Crack! Crack!

"Oh! Oh! You're
spanking
me."

"Truth. I'm spanking our mascot. Is her ass getting pink, Matthew?"

"Beautifully," Matthew said, his voice a bit thick.

"Ow! Oh! Ow!" Nobody had ever spanked Charli. She had a primitive reaction to it. Her body tried to get away, but there was no escaping Draken as he pinned her down. All she could do was bounce up and down on Draken's cock faster and faster, trying to evade the gratuitous punishment. Futilely.

Just when she thought he'd surely stop, he shifted her to a more comfortable angle...and the smacks started ringing out like gunshots. One cheek, then the other, then both together. That Draken was testing variations while she made undignified sounds and movements was bad enough. Soon her ass was smarting horribly, but her pride was smarting far worse.

Because her pussy was loving it. Fucking. Drenching him.

But!

Matthew! He's seeing all of this!

She looked around wildly. Matthew was staring down at his tablet, his jaw extended. "Enjoying yourself, angel?" he asked without looking up.

"How—this is more than—I never—oh, oh
God.
Draken!"
She realized her mistake immediately. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I mean Mr. Almatto. Mr. Almatto! Ow!"

But everyone there—both men, and especially Charli herself—knew that with each slap on her bottom, she was getting closer and closer to a supernova of a climax. This was the kind of debauchery she had watched in pornos but thought was pure fantasy.

"Mr. Almatto! You have to stop, oh
God
!"

Draken delivered one last wallop to a hot, plump cheek, then lingered in a soothing caress. Charli knew she must be so, so sore, but every nerve in her body was twanging in harmony with the pulses of the painful throbs from her bottom.

Then came the words that froze her in place.

"Matthew, is there anything like a paddle in here?"

"Down on thirty-six, maybe." Matthew said steadily. "Do you want me to look for one?"

"Well, our mascot's pussy is going ballistic on my cock at the moment, so yes. Might as well put a wooden one down on your to-buy list for our next meeting as well."

"Oh, please," Charli cringed as the door clicked shut behind Matthew.

"He'll be back soon with something with a little more bite, Ms. Fontina," Draken said. "Christ. Your pussy, Charli. What you do with that pussy when you're getting disciplined. And what I do for you. That fucking stings." He shook his hand out.

"I can't believe—Mr. Almatto, do you think I
want
to be spanked?"

"Charli, baby, my lap is saturated, you like it so much." He forced up her chin for a deep mouth kiss that steamed up her liquid parts, ending with a sharp nip on her lip.

"What was that for?" she said raggedly.

"For being too fucking perfect." He smacked her ass so hard she leaped up several inches on his cock. "Sucking me off to perfection. Obeying me to perfection. Fucking me to perfection. The perfect fuck toy."
Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Draken!"

"Well, almost perfect. What's my name, Charli?"

"Mr. Almatto! Ah, don't—" because now he was pinching her nipple so fiercely she winced, until pleasure burst in her core. Then she sobbed.

"You have your instructions, Ms. Fontina. I don't care if my dry cleaner calls me Draken—you get to call me Mr. Almatto. Fail to follow the rules and you get a very sweet punishment."

Which meant in this case more pinching, also twisting and yanking.

Of the same nipple.

She couldn't help herself. She started humping him frantically.

It was so shamefully obvious what effect his savaging of her nipple had on her that she covered her face with both hands. "I
can't
like this," she moaned. "I'm not like all those other women you're with."

He laughed softly. "News flash. You've well surpassed them. You have more kinks than a chain-link fence, darling."

"I'm not kinky! It's just because of—" She didn't finish. She didn't say
you
.

"Because of?"

"My hormones!" she wailed.

He started laughing. "You're leaping around like a jumping bean on my dick, praying for an orgasm because of hormones? For that you get to beg."

"B—beg?"

"If you want to come again today."

No orgasm? He wouldn't.
"Please, Mr. Almatto, you can't not let me—I mean, I have to come."

"But did you earn it, darling?"

"I earned it, Mr. Almatto." She was aware she was sniveling, but at this point she was past caring. She squirmed on him. "Please, please, dammit,
please
. I did everything you said! Before didn't count! I want to come on your cock!"

"Then show me how badly you need it," he said thickly. "Fuck me, Charli, harder than you've ever fucked a man. Ride me with your tits bobbing so fast they never come down, and I'll consider letting you come again today. But first, don't forget your job."

"J
—
job?"

He tapped her phone pointedly.

Oh
, hell.
Now she had to check her scheduling app while impaled on him. Concentrating on dates and times and appointments was murder, especially with Draken flexing his cock inside her and wringing her nipples. On top of that Matthew entered while she was doing it. She twisted her head around to see what he had unearthed.

Panic.

"Hey, you're not using that on me!" as a black object sailed past her.

Draken caught the implement in mid-air. "Shh, it's just plastic. Thin plastic at that."

"You'll like it better than a palm, Ms. Fontina," Matthew assured her. "The caterers use it for serving cakes at luncheons. It will pack a nice sting but it won't bruise you."

"How do you
know
? "

Matthew smiled charmingly.

"Ah!" she yelped at the test swat Draken promptly delivered.

"Get galloping if you want that bonus orgasm," he prodded. "Show Matthew how hard you can ride a cock."

"Oh, but—ah!" Because Draken's wrist began flicking the spatula in tiny whap—whap—whaps that came so fast she couldn't distinguish one blow from another. These were much lighter blows than before with his hand, but they stung possibly more.

Panicked that she might not get her orgasm, fired by the almost constant stings on her ass, Charli moaned and began bobbing frenetically. She'd never moved so fast in her life. She felt ridiculous at first; then her pussy caught fire and began to clench, clench with every penetration, every sting on her ass.

"Fucking gorgeous," Draken said, his gaze on her breasts. "How hot is that, Matthew?"

"Too damn," Matthew said ruefully.

There were a few minutes of silence while the men savored Charli's energetic performance on Draken's cock. Her breasts were flying. The sweat began to pour off her. Pretty soon her thighs and abs started to burn and she started to blabber for relief. Draken's own body began to shake as his control wavered.

Then Matthew sighed regretfully. "Ms. Fontina, are you available next Monday morning? Or is mid-week better for you?"

Draken's voice was rough. "Answer my assistant, Ms. Fontina."

"I—can't," she gurgled. "Oh God, I'm coming! I can't stop!"

"Better not, baby." Draken restrained her and ceased whipping her ass.

"Ah—ah—yes," she choked. "Monday. Fine. Please, Mr. Almatto, oh, please."

"Wait until the urge to come passes," he instructed. "Then start up again. I'm liking being ridden by your little pussy. I'll tell you when I've had enough."

"O—okay," she sobbed.

While Charli's bottom and pussy reached a new level of torment, Matthew worked efficiently, quickly booking her into Draken's schedule. "Got it," he said finally. "Ms. Fontina, it's been a true pleasure. You're an absolute delight and I look forward to seeing you again next week. Draken, I'll see you tomorrow, unless you need anything further from me tonight...?"

"Charli, do you need anything further from Matthew?"

"N—no!"

She heard Draken say something in a low voice and Matthew respond. She got the vague sense Matthew was leaving. Beyond that, she couldn't register anything but Draken's shaft in her pussy and the glowing heat of her ass.

Abruptly, Charli couldn't handle any more. Frenziedly, she tried to smash her clitoris against him.

"Don't hurt yourself, baby."

Charli grew aware he'd stopped smacking her bottom. Everything had stopped. She found herself staring into his intensely piercing blue eyes.

"I'm about to lose it, Ms. Fontina," Draken growled. "That was the hottest fuck I've ever had in my fucking life. You've earned your reward. Now beg me. Give me good words, baby."

"Please Mr. Almatto. I'm begging you, please, I have to, I have to come, I can't bear to wait for a whole week, oh, please..."

You're slobbering. You're a mess. If he's just teasing you after all and he says no you'll never recover...

"What a fucking angel you are, Charli. Yes, of course you can come." His hands jerked her hips forward at an angle that pushed her right over the edge. She screamed.

It was beyond perfect.

Beyond ecstasy.

To be so afraid it wouldn't happen...to have it happen...to have Draken shout and hold her close and praise her as he came inside her at the same time...

And the convulsions rippling through her pussy wouldn't let her go. They wouldn't. Stop. The pain was gone. Everything was lovely. She was wringing him out.

Lovely.

Bliss.

Better than her favorite dessert. Or winning that promotion. Certainly better than she thought an orgasm could be.

Hormones.

Maybe not.

The afterward was less wonderful.

"Did—was it good for you? Mr. Almatto?" she managed finally.

There was a moment of dead silence, except for the air they were both blowing in and out of their lungs. Then Draken chuckled. "Yeah, it'll do. You...shit, Charli. How am I going to last until next Monday?" He began dropping kisses on her forehead and temples.

Charli found she wanted to cry. Discreetly she wiped her cheek on the soft fabric covering his chest. "Will you at least talk to me this time?" she burst out.

Draken leaned back, eyes narrowing in question.

"Instead of just Matthew emailing me. I know I'm only a diversion for you, but...what about exchanging a few real words? I know—I
know
—you don't want a relationship with me. And you're the last person I'd want one with. Except you're sort of an interesting person, Mr. Almatto. I just want to...to know more about the man who's fucking me."

His face had hardened. "Like what?" he demanded.

"Like—I don't know, like how on earth did you come to own an office tower? I mean, seriously. You're only a few years older than me and it would never occur to me to buy a freaking skyscraper if
I
had millions and billions of dollars. And what's the story with Matthew? And were you really engaged once? And why do you like cats better than dogs, or is that just a rumor? I mean, you have to admit dogs are way more loyal, and they don't shed nearly as much—"

A muscle twitched in his cheek as he eased her away from him, pulling out of her body and settling her on her feet so she wobbled precariously. "We are not doing this, Charli."

But she was on a roll. "Mr. Almatto, couldn't you
pretend
to talk to me like a person instead of a—a—fuck toy? And for goodness sake, what's the problem with my calling you Draken?"

"No, because you are a fuck toy," Draken Almatto said coolly. "As for my name, the problem is that you need reminding of your role in my life. Just because I stalk you I don't want you thinking idiotic romantic thoughts. If you're curious about me, you can find out everything you want to know on social media, or ask my assistant."

"Well, fine, then!"

His eyes blazed at her. In contrast, his words were chilly. "All right. I think we're done here today. Good work, Ms. Fontina. My staff is happy, and you and I both got two mind-blowing orgasms. We now know you can handle a lot more than I've been dishing out. I think everything's set. I'll email you your instructions for the rest of this week until we meet again on Monday. Send me a confirmation when you receive them."

"Great! Whatever! Will you
—
will you at least tell me what they are before I go?"

"Check your email. Thanks, Ms. Fontina. Dismissed."

Charli's Radically Robotic Audition

by

Amanda Richensexi

TO: Charli Fontina

FROM: Draken Almatto

SUBJECT: Meeting Monday 9/19

Ms. Fontina,

I'm sure you know how satisfied I was with Wednesday's meeting. The consensus here is that you make a delightful naked mascot. I admit it did end on a bit of a sour note between us, but the end result is we understand each other better now. It's quite simple. You're a contract worker and I'm your client, and our arrangement is for our mutual gratification. There's nothing personal there.

In any case...Matthew informs me he confirmed with you that you're still interested in continuing with our arrangement and your next bare-bottomed performance will be on Monday.