Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set (10 page)

"Non-essential," said a VP from Tucson.

They decided to cross it out.

"Delete that one, Charli." Then Draken teased, "And say goodbye to your new best friend" as he withdrew the dildo entirely to a juicy, sucking sound.

The pissed noise Charli made then was pure magic.

She was wrecked.

The end result of the game was that by the time she'd gone through all the agenda items, the dildo was only inserted one inch.

And Draken's cock could barely stand it. Every dude in the room could see how badly little Charli Fontina wanted her cunt filled. She was pouring lube down her cleft. The dildo was coated with it.

Her wiggling. Her moans.

"Oh, God, this is so humiliating," she burst out suddenly. "I don't know what I'm doing!"

The guys rushed to reassure her again.

"The hornier you are, the more I like it," Draken assured her. "Even your embarrassment is sexy, Ms. Fontina. Just keep doing what you're doing, and you'll get there."

"I w—want to come! So bad! I need—please, Mr. Almatto, I can't take much more," she rushed on. "Oh, God, I can't believe I said that. Why do I have to call you Mr. Almatto?"

"What a sweetheart," Matthew said.

"Utterly," Draken said. "That fucking beautiful ass, hey? Ms. Fontina, you're too damn cute, you know that? Our own little shy porn star. You'll destroy us by the end."

He meant it. Today he'd almost come in his slacks about twelve times, despite wishing his staff to hell and gone. He'd never brought a woman to work for these kinds of antics. Or shared one like this. As much as turning Charli on turned him on, the cutthroat part of him wanted to secure her away from the other men's gazes.

Goddamn possessive, is what he was. Which was not acceptable. What did he care who saw her cunt?

To prove it to himself, he said, "Matthew."

"Draken?"

"Come here and insert the dildo fully into Ms. Fontina, all the way in. She needs it badly and will no doubt whine at me until she gets it."

"No!" Charli whimpered.

The possessive—dammit—part of Draken enjoyed Charli's knee-jerk cry. So she didn't want Matthew touching her.
Good
.

He stroked one full globe of her buttocks. "Do you have an objection, Ms. Fontina? It looked like you were desperate to have it in there. You're not?"

"I—I—Mr. Almatto—damn you, I don't want Matthew to—I just want—"

"Ms. Fontina, will you allow me?" Matthew said, smiling, doing the humble assistant for all he was worth. "I think you'll find it a huge relief."

"Oh—oh, fuck, I don't care."

The poor girl was miserable. But she thrust back toward Matthew. Draken stepped away and lifted his brow at Matthew in his favorite gesture of one-upmanship. Matthew's eyes twinkled self-deprecatingly. The brat was not used to being considered second-best with women, by any means, Draken knew. But then, they'd never shared a girl before—at the same time, anyway.

Still, he didn't like Matthew's hand on her hip. He forced himself to watch unemotionally as Matthew stroked her buttock with his thumb caressingly and firmly drove the dildo all the way inside Charli.

The gurgle she made was music to Draken's ears.

"How does that feel?" Draken asked, to heighten her embarrassment.

"G—g
—
good.
Ah
."

Was she coming? Not quite.

Draken rubbed the back of his neck, inhaling and carefully not looking at Matthew. "Christ, Charli, you almost came, and nobody was even touching your clit. Okay, I think we're set. Charli, crawl back and get back into position. Let's resume the meeting so we can get out of here. I think we're all pretty close to the limit, don't you?"

Bemusement. Because she was actually sitting here, naked, with a very large rubber dildo inside her. Right in the center of the conference table.

And everyone could see.

While she rattled off agenda items from the tablet like she knew what she was doing and basically faked carrying on her facilitating duties.

The executives seemed to buy her performance. They were speaking professionally to each other and to her, treating it like a real meeting now, deep in discussion. They didn't even leer at her very much.

Their cocks might be hard—they assured her of that, when the subject came up (she certainly couldn't see from up here)—but they weren't acting like it.

Their control was remarkable to Charli, who didn't feel like she had any control.

Especially Draken. His brain was sharp, and lust hadn't dulled it. Though he frequently glanced at her, lingering on her breasts and her pussy, he never veered from his topic. The man was superhuman.

While she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Her body was one big pulsing throb.

They all knew it. Sometimes as she said, "Now we'll focus on the second point" or "Maybe you should define the term for everyone" they looked at her with gleaming eyes, enjoying—or seeming to—the way her voice wavered.

Because her pussy was both stimulated and soothed by the dildo.

Having it in there was delicious.

It was also pure torment.

She needed to be fucked. She needed to come.

So she sat there and heaved for breath, for control, and they smiled at her. Smiled at her when she wriggled in frustration and shifted position.

And every once in a while, Draken broke in with, "You hanging in there, Charli? Dildo feeling good in your pussy?"

And she nodded, blushing wildly.

"Great. I noticed you've been squirming. Still panting for that orgasm?"

At such questions, her whole body would shudder and she'd squint at him hatefully, and he'd grin.

It went on a long time.

The meeting.

A long time.

Her breasts began to throb at one point, the nipples had gotten so stiff. Her right hand flew to her left tit and clutched the flesh to ease the ache.

"Hey, Charli, baby, I saw that." Draken shook his head. "No touching yourself unless I instruct you to. Everyone has rules to follow here and that's one of yours."

Disbelievingly she let her hand fall away.

"I'm well aware—we all are, in fact—that you'd like to fuck the hell out of yourself with your hand right now, believe me. We get it. Give us just a few minutes, and we'll be done. Then maybe we'll watch you do that, or maybe we'll help you. If time permits, that is."

Draken Almatto was diabolical.

He's teasing you. He's doing it all to tease you to madness.

Charli glanced down unseeingly at the tablet. Her eyes spilled tears. Her pussy was stuffed, but it wasn't enough. She needed Draken's cock. Since she'd had it moving inside her last week, she hadn't been able to forget what it was like to feel his hugeness pounding into her, over and over. She needed relief on her clit.

It was all too much.

She'd been on edge, craving an orgasm for days.

She was utterly debased, sitting here, but that didn't matter so much. What mattered was the pain of unfulfilled lust.

Touch yourself. Just go for it. Maybe that's what he wants. Maybe he wants you to break and savagely ram the dildo into yourself while you rub your clit and finally get the relief you need.

But no. It's unauthorized. He'll "fire" you." You won't be welcome to come back here.

Which makes him an asshole anyway. Not worth your time.

So what? You want him anyway.

And oh, crap. After this was all over, how would she look these guys in the face? Because unlike last time, she couldn't tell herself she'd never see the men again.

They've seen you at your most embarrassed. They've seen your pussy weeping for sex. They've seen you acting like a stuttering idiot.

They know you'll do anything for an orgasm right now. They don't expect you to be an intellectual sharpshooter at the moment. It's okay. Maybe.

Except not coming. That's not okay.

Charli wasn't used to deprivation. The one thing she'd always had was control of her own body.

Tell him it's unacceptable. It's all too much.

And her last, desperate thought before she broke:

Don't people have safe words to cover these contingencies?

"Safe word," Charli mumbled, and she began to sob.

"Fuck, Draken, she's crying," someone muttered.

Draken had been speaking. Now he broke off and glanced at her. His mouth flattened. "
Shit
."

Moments later, she was in his lap, his thumb wiping her tears, his eyes assessing her. "Too much, baby?"

She nodded. "Sorry."

"It's my fucking fault," he swore. "You're in heat, and you don't know how to handle it. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain here, and I keep forgetting you're new to these games."

"It's not a game," she whispered. "I need to be fucked so bad."

"Later," he said, bending to her ear. "In my office. Right now what you need is a big fucking orgasm."

"Yes, please, Draken," she said hoarsely.

"Mr. Almatto," he corrected, kissing the corner of her mouth and reaching down to squeeze her hand.

"Mr. Almatto," she breathed. Was she imagining it, or was Draken Almatto being...maybe...affectionate with her?

"Gentlemen," he said, pulling back and raising his voice. "I'm a prick. Charli here is now our number one priority. The dildo in her cunt is teasing her and she badly needs to come. She's sweeter than sweet. I forget she's not a pro at this."

He was talking to them, but looking at her.

"Where do you want to do this?" Again he bent to murmur the question in her ear. "Let's give the guys a good view. Table?"

She nodded anxiously.

Soon she was lying on the table and discovering why Draken had asked Matthew to provide the two slatted chairs. Draken wedged each of her feet through each chair's slats. Then he spread the chairs apart, drawing her legs apart as he did so. When her legs were as wide as they could get—straining her inner thighs—he had Matthew place a couple of conference chairs between the hardwood chairs to fix them in place.

Now she was spreadeagled on her back on the table. She couldn't bring her legs together, no matter how hard she tried. The only way to accomplish it would be to turn her feet so she could retract them through the chair slats, and she wasn't sure she could even do that.

"Looking good, Charli," Draken said, whose vantage had him looking straight up her pussy. "Comfortable?"

"K—kind of."

"Yeah, you should blush," Draken said mildly. "We can see everything. Can everyone see her clit okay?" he asked the others. "Terry, you might want to come around and stand behind—yeah. Everyone?"

"Perfectly."

"It's great."

"It's good, thanks."

Draken propped his hands on a chair back. "Tell me if you need some more ease and I'll move the chairs closer together, Charli. I wanted you as wide open as possible so your clit's exposed to everyone."

Draken straightened and stepped back.

She nodded. Her thoughts were a mess. They were more like mini thought-bits.

Exposed to everyone.

Help.

Orgasm. Orgasm. Soon.

But how soon?

She felt sweat trickle between her breasts and down her temples. Her pussy clenched reflexively on the dildo, still crammed deeply into her.

There were questions:

Would Draken touch her nipples?

Would he touch her pussy?

Would he make her touch herself as he'd threatened?

Propping herself up on her elbows and peering at the men standing there in a row, she saw how improbably hot all Draken's employees were. They weren't all classically handsome, but they obviously all used the equipment their company manufactured. Some had their muscular arms crossed over their chests, others had their hands in their pockets. Either way, she could see that every. One. Of their crotches. Was tented.

The sight of the virility spread out before her was electrifying. She was lying there with her legs wide open, facing them. They were all ready to fuck someone. And none of them was fucking her.

When she came to the huge bulge in Draken's pants, though, she dropped back down and began to twitch in a frenzy.

"Yes, we want to plow you," Draken said tenderly. "Every one of us wants to drive his cock into your very tight cunt. But right now, you're not going to get plowed. You're getting something better. You're finally going to be allowed to come, Ms. Fontina, after twelve days. I hope it will feel good. Because you've been a fucking delicious piece, a fucking good girl, and you deserve every good feeling. Thank you for sharing your horniness with us today, for trusting us, for giving us a performance we won't ever forget."

"We sure won't, Ms. Fontina," Vince, with the tattoo, said with a heartfelt sigh. "You're gold in my book."

"The most fuckable thing I've ever seen," said a stocky black-haired man. "I wish my girlfriend could meet you. Maybe you could give her some tips."

Stop talking to me like we're at a fucking barbecue
. At that point, if she hadn't already been insane, she'd have gone over the edge.

"Please," she gasped.

"Ready, Charli? I can see you working that dildo with your cunt like it's a real cock. And your clit's pulsing." Draken's gaze was fixed between her legs. "You want it hard? Hard and fast?"

"
Yes
."

"With the dildo?"

"
Yes
."

"Let's get the vibe going first." Suddenly she noticed the remote control was in his hand. And between her legs, the dildo began buzzing, vibrating so powerfully Charli arched and flung her head to the side.

"I want my clit rubbed," she wailed, her brain having shut down its entire censoring function.

Draken chuckled. "Go ahead, baby. Do it with those long fingers of yours. Rub it good. Whenever you want to, reach down there and start driving that dildo into your wet pussy, baby. You can go as hard as you want."

Charli gasped in shock.

No.....

She was past it at this point. Past shyness. Past dignity. Past internal editing.