Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set (15 page)

To reiterate, as meeting mascot, your primary role is to lift the spirits of my male staff during meetings. Compensation, as before, will be in the form of orgasm(s). Multiple orgasms will be doled out only if you go above and beyond your strictest duties.

As promised, here are the instructions to be followed until then:

1) Part of being a mascot for ATS is reserving all your sexual enthusiasm for us, the employees and management of Almatto Tech Sport. I refer of course, my luscious Ms. Fontina, to a status update I caught on your social profile in which you indicated you were going out Friday night for drinks with a "new guy I met in my office building." Cancel that. Dating is not allowed.

2) As usual, you may not have an orgasm outside of your meetings here at Almatto Tech. The consequences of disobedience are, as always, the termination of our arrangement.

3) Although orgasms are forbidden, I want you to make a concerted effort to keep yourself pre-orgasmic. That means in a constant state of near-fulfillment. Your clitoris should be desiring stimulation 24/7. Your cunt should feel achingly hollow and empty. It's important that when you arrive at Seven Tech Tower on Monday, you're incredibly aroused to the point of being the sweet, stammering, pleading fuck toy we all know and like―from the moment you cross the threshold.

Please acknowledge receipt of these instructions.

Respectfully,

Draken Almatto

CEO, Almatto Tech Sport

TO: Draken Almatto

FROM: Charli Fontina

RE: Meeting Monday 9/19

Mr. Almatto,

I received your instructions, you ass.

I am still interested, but with RESERVATIONS. SEVERE reservations.

I intended to make my profile private when you told me you were stalking me. But then you sent me a friend request and like a fool I accepted it. Do you have any idea how many more people are friending me now? It's insane. I have no idea who these people are but they are now posting on my wall and asking me all sorts of questions about this wealthy dude I barely know―that would be YOU―and all my REAL friends who had no idea I even KNEW you are now asking me all these questions. And not only that but you're STILL stalking me even though we have now met in person.

Tell me again, why do I put up with this?

Oh, and no dating? So let me get this straight. You wouldn't have me as a girlfriend, because you don't trust any woman enough to date her, but you don't want any other man to date me? Fairly dog in the manger don't you think? What, then, am I supposed to just stop my social life as long as you lust after me?

Why
can't I have an orgasm? Why? Not your usual BS response. Really―why?

And how do you recommend I keep myself in this "pre-orgasmic" state for the length of time you specify? It's four whole days away.

Disrespectfully,

-Charli

TO: Charli Fontina

FROM: Draken Almatto

RE: Meeting Monday 9/19

Ms. Fontina,

You're quite defiant when you're not in the same room with me, aren't you?

Accept my apologies about your profile becoming a public feeding ground. I feel your pain. You think it's bad being stalked by a wealthy dude, try being said wealthy dude―I have it a thousand times worse, I promise you. The solution is simple, baby: alter your privacy settings. I can get Matthew to help you with that.

Regarding the girlfriend matter―I'm glad you understand the situation so perfectly. You're a fuck toy.
My
fuck toy. Pretty much my ideal fuck toy, but still just a fuck toy.

Why do you put up with it, you ask? Because you're a slave to your dripping pussy, just as I'm a slave to my raging cock insofar as you're concerned. But for emotional support, I suggest you weep on your friend Rani's shoulders.

You are certainly allowed a social life. Feel free to engage in platonic activities with friends and coworkers. I will now insist that you state publicly that you are otherwise sexually committed. You can mention me or not, as you wish. Just make it clear your pussy is locked in a virtual chastity belt and only one man has the key.

You are not permitted an orgasm except under my supervision because―isn't it obvious? you relish being controlled, and I relish controlling you. And too, sweet fuck toy, I want to witness all your orgasms close up. They're too darling to miss.

As to the matter of keeping yourself on the edge of orgasm, I would be very disappointed to find you were not in that state when I see you next. Besides which, I treasure being able to pause in the middle of a hectic day and envision you slippery wet wherever you are, rubbing your silky thighs together to quell the zing in your pussy.

Thus in the interests of assisting you, let me tell you about some things I imagine doing:

1. Lifting your legs over my shoulders and licking that distended clit of yours, catching all those trickles of juice before they run down your ass. Vibrating my tongue until you come, and come, and come, making those surprised little choking sounds I love to hear. Having had just a taste of it, I've jerked off many times thinking about eating your blindingly gorgeous pussy. (It really is spectacular. I wonder if you've ever considered becoming a pussy model...? The little matter of your diminutive height shouldn't make a difference when the camera's zoomed between your legs.)
   

2. Tying you down so you can't move, then kissing every freckle from your head to your feet. Of course you'd be naked except for your glasses.
   

3. While you're tied and spreadeagled, I'd take a very fine artist's brush and dip it into the endless well of wet between your legs and paint your arms, your fingers, your chest, and those big, pointy nipples. I'd go down your thighs and legs, returning often to dab your clit―my own personal paint tap, because in all honesty, Charli, I've never seen it run dry. By the time I finish painting your toes, you'll be writhing and sobbing. An adorable, wiggling fuck toy hungry to be filled. So pretty.
   

4. Raising your bountiful ass in the air and parting your cheeks wide, then pushing my cock into that tiny puckered pink hole. If your cunt is tight, and it is, then I can only imagine what your asshole feels like. And I do. Imagine it, that is. There's a lot I imagine doing to you. Like...
   

5. I'd have a gourmet lunch brought in and summon you to my office. I'd put you over my lap and wallop your naked ass until it's enchantingly red. Then, if you ask me
   very
   nicely, I'd feed you a bite of food. Then spank you. Bite. Spank. You get the idea. By the time you've eaten a five-course meal, your belly will be full but your pussy will be achingly empty. And your butt would burn, but as you now know, it's a sweet agony, isn't it? Then I'd put two fingers into your pussy, twist them around and quickly pull them out again, and at that point, darling, you'd promise me the moon. That might be when I have you go down on your knees and give you your dessert―one hot blast of cum from my cock. Afterwards we'd be a little pressed for time, but before you leave, I'd make sure to offer you my knee to hump so you could get your little rocks off, which you'd do very prettily, thanking me the whole time for being so generous. Then I'd make you apologize for making my pants all wet, punish you by inserting Hot Pink into your pussy and pinching your tender nipples, then remove Hot Pink and send you on your way, already moist and ready for the next time I see you.
   

I could go on―you inspire me constantly―but I think that should be enough material for you to work with for now.

-DA

TO: Draken Almatto

FROM: Charli Fontina

RE: Meeting Monday 9/19

Mr. Almatto,

Oh, God. You are a terrible, evil man. Sometimes I really hate you. Have I mentioned that before?

Oh, and what if I sold that email you just sent me to the tabloids? Do you think I could make a lot of money and maybe buy that skyscraper from you? I could also blackmail you. Ever think about THAT?

You want me to announce I'm sexually taken to all my friends and followers. You must be on crack.

Also there's no need to keep calling me a fuck toy. Believe me, I've gotten the message. You've made it VERY CLEAR that's all I am to you. If I haven't made it equally clear, that's all you really are to me too even if I do wish to actually have a real conversation with you once in a while. So. Just wanted that out there.

Re: the spankings. Do you think I have some kind of a daddy complex? Because I don't. Besides, you're 27, which happens to be only THREE YEARS older than me. You may be much bigger than me and stupidly wealthy but you are definitely not my daddy.

Still, everything you said in your last email made me so wet. Damn, I wish I didn't want you so much.

-Charli

Ms. Fontina,

What are we engaging in right now, if not a conversation?

Feel free to hock that email, Ms. Fontina. But don't bother blackmailing me, it won't work. Yes, I'm calling your charming little bluff. I don't give a fuck about people knowing my kinks, I have no expectation you
won't
sell it (you are a woman, right?) and I applaud entrepreneurs. However, my skyscraper is not for sale regardless. Silly girl.

You're right, I do not feel paternal toward you. But I will gladly smack your ass when you need it. (Except today. You clearly need it, but you'll have to wait till Monday.)

There's no shame in being a fuck toy. Although you do shame beautifully, especially in a room full of executives with your legs open, exposing your ravenous cunt. That horrified look you get on your face when you realize we're all looking at you, as if you want to hide under the table, is priceless. And then when you come, and you're just sailing on blissful sensations, unaware of any of us...that's the behavior of a quintessential fuck toy.

But you don't sound like a woman on the verge of orgasm. You sound sassy, rebellious, and dripping with snark. So I think we need a few more instructions to help you drip with something a little nicer today.

It's late on a weekday, so I'll assume you're at home in your apartment, alone. If not, tell anybody else there to get lost. Then.

Take one finger, reach between your legs and into your panties and put it directly on your clit. Hold it there
without
moving it for exactly five minutes. You'll
want
to move it, but not even a twitch is allowed, my very bad girl.

When the five minutes are up, take your finger off your clit. You are to wait two minutes, then put the finger back on your clit, keeping it unmoving as before, for another five minutes.

Repeat this cycle continually until you receive a text from me.

Start right now.

-DA

Text Transcript

Draken: Hi gorgeous. How wet is your finger?

Charli: That was not fun.

Draken: Answer me.

Charli: Fuck you. Wet. Like the Amazon River.

Draken: Next. Don't touch your clit but put your finger at the entrance to your cunt.

Draken: Send me a one-letter text to acknowledge you have done this and are waiting for the next instruction.

Charli: F

Draken: Good. Now press your finger inward so you're just nudging your cunt hole but not actually penetrating it.

Draken: The rhythm goes nudge―circle―nudge―circle.

Draken: Keep nudging/probing/teasing your hole until I send you another text. Do not actually insert your finger at any time.

Draken: OK, I'm back. How are you doing?

Charli: That was fifteen minutes of that you asshole

Draken: I know. I drank two glasses of wine.

Draken: Now it's time to repeat the exercise you did before with your clit. Five minutes on, two minutes off. Remember, no wiggling the finger.

Draken: It's just positioned there, reminding your clit what it can't have.

Draken: Keep it up until I text you again. It may be a while. I have some work to do.

Draken: Hello, Charli. So how are you doing now?

Charli: Please I can't stand it anymore. I want to stop.

Draken: Much better. How wet are you darling?

Charli: I have to change my panties.

Draken: Poor girl. Pussy pulsing?

Charli: Yes.

Draken: Where did all your snarky comments go?

Charli: Help.

Draken: Too much? You're all right, baby.

Draken: Are you lying in bed?

Charli: Y

Draken: Well lie there, squeeze those thighs together and think of all the things I want to do to you, Ms. Cuteness.

Charli: I can't do this for four days.

Draken: No? Don't you like it?

Charli: Yes I do, damn you. I will try.

Draken: Good girl.

Charli: You make me so crazy. I want you so much.

Draken: It's mutual, Charli. It's fucking mutual.

Draken: I just jacked off picturing you there doing what I said, and I'm already hard again.

Draken: Have I told you your pussy is the best thing I've ever tasted?

Charli: No

Draken: Very tangy. And I've eaten at some gourmet places.

Charli: Ass