Be a Good Girl

4. Damien

4

DAMIEN

I guess I can’t blame her. Maybe I pushed her too fast. The collar, the leash–maybe it was too much too soon.

But Alice is just tempting me in ways that is making it nearly impossible to resist her. My erection was so painful last night that I was seconds away from tearing her out of that unbelievable lingerie, running my tongue up her dripping little pussy, and then driving my cock deep into her hole and pounding her until she could no longer speak.

But that couldn’t happen. Not yet. I have to continue my little game with her. She has to be shown the way. By the time I’m done with her, I will have Alice Dupont begging for it from me–not the other way around. The energy she gives off has me just picturing her behaving like a little whore in bed with me too.

I’ve been doing my best to deliver packages all morning, but thoughts of Alice have been racing through my mind and causing my cock to swell, which has only made things very difficult. Thank God I’m wearing compression shorts briefs beneath my shorts. I realize as I arrive to my last delivery of the day, that it’s a familiar address, one I had specifically told dispatch I no longer wanted to deliver to. And for good reason.

Maggie.

Maggie is a flirty, middle-aged divorcee who–if you believe the gossip around her building–lost her husband because she cheated on him with her personal trainer. She’s had a thing for me since the first time I dropped something off at her apartment and has been coming on to me ever since, despite me making it more than obvious I’m not interested. When I wouldn’t come in for a drink last time, she asked me if I was “one of those new young men who isn’t a fan of women.”

I’m really not looking forward to this delivery as I take the elevator up to her lavish penthouse. I’d love to simply leave it at her door, but this package requires a signature.

I roll my eyes as I knock. Maggie must have been tracking her package with her phone, as the door opens immediately to reveal her standing there in a completely-see-through silk robe, with absolutely nothing underneath.

“Hey, you,” she whimpers, in the most sultry tone imaginable.

I knew something like this would happen.

“Miss Fuller,” I say, keeping it cool as I hand her her package. “I just need your signature.”

Anger briefly flashes in her eyes over my lack of reaction to her sexy ambush. She glances at my pen. “Seriously?”

“I have more deliveries to get to,” I lie.

Her lips purse and her cheeks hollow as she glares at me with clear resentment. Finally, she snatches my pen, signs on the dotted line, then throws the package behind her into her apartment.

“It’s because I’m not young , isn’t it?” she snaps. “If I was some 18-year-old bimbo, you’d jump my bones, wouldn’t you?!”

I have to force myself from laughing. If only she knew the absolute goddess that is Alice Dupont.

I don’t respond. There’s literally nothing I can say that won’t escalate things, so I just muster the best semi-smile I can, turn, and make my way back toward the elevator.

“Yeah? Well fuck you then!” Maggie screams after me before slamming her door shut. Maybe once I tell this story to the guys back at the office, they’ll finally stop sending me here.

I stop for a coffee on my way home, and as I navigate my way through traffic, I cannot get Alice’s delicious body out of my mind.

The fact that she waited for me last night and wore lingerie for me has me grinning on my way back to my apartment. It fit her perfectly, lighting up every single one of her body’s delectable curves like they were on fire. My lust was raging the instant I set eyes on her.

Then watching her dance like my own personal stripper in the VIP room was the icing on the cake.

Miss Alice Dupont, New York City’s famous CEO, dancing like a common slut for me in her multi-million-dollar penthouse while blush danced across her cheeks at the same time.

Perfection.

All I’m thinking as I lug my bike up the steps to my apartment is being able to take a shower and rub one out while dreaming of her.

She hasn’t fully submitted to me yet, but she will. I see it in her eyes when she looks at me. It’s obvious in her actions. For a woman so powerful and in charge of so many people to give up that power and behave the way she does with me says a lot about where her true desires lie.

It’s coming. The time is coming.

And then, so will she.

I open my apartment door and see my roommate, Shane, sitting on the couch eating noodles. He gives me an odd look and nods toward my bedroom.

“There’s a girl waiting for you in there.”

“You let a girl into my bedroom?” Without even kicking off my shoes, I storm across the apartment with visions of my ex, Tasha, sitting on my bed with an evil smirk on her face. But when I burst into my room, I find something I did not expect whatsoever.

Alice, sitting in my chair, wearing what she would normally wear to work–only slightly sexier–her legs crossed, heels still on.

My cock instantly flexes and pumps blood as my eyes drag up her black skirt, hugging her sculpted fertile hips. She’s undone one of the buttons on her blouse to show off her ample cleavage.

Without saying a word, I instantly turn around and walk back to Shane. I point to the door leading out of the apartment. “You’ve gotta go.”

Shane doesn’t even question me. He sees the look in my eyes, stands up–noodles in hand–steps into his shoes, and walks out.

Now that’s a bro for you.

I walk back to my room, testosterone pumping through me like a firehose on full blast, see Alice sitting there, looking so divine, and wonder just how many of those men at her office fantasize about her every day.

How many of them, with their perfectly-put-together lives, designed to attract a woman just like Alice, look at her and wonder why she has never given them a shot.

Yet here she is, in Williamsburg, Brooklyn with me.

“How’d you find me?” I demand.

“You’ve got your methods”—Alice smiles—“and I’ve got mine. I’m the CEO of a major company who has employed you in the past. You think it was that hard?”

I’m beyond turned on. Her lips, her breasts, her hips, those long legs that slide out of her skirt. What kind of panties is she wearing this time? Christ, I’m dying to see her little pussy.

But I can’t let this go on. Not with the arrangement we have.

“Get out,” I tell her, pointing at the door. “This is not how a good girl behaves. You do what I tell you to do. When I tell you and only then–”

I’m interrupted when Alice reaches behind her and produces the collar and leash. She must have done some snooping before I arrived and found them in my closet. I’m furious at her for having done this, but at the same time, I’m voraciously turned on.

I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, Alice raises the collar and buckles it around her neck without being asked, then takes the end of the leash and extends it out to me.

“Am I being a good girl now?” A naughtiness appears in her eyes–simply a flicker–but enough to signal to me. “Daddy?”

My cock strains against the fabric of my briefs.

Atta-girl.

I take the leash from her and jerk it just hard enough to snatch that sly little smile off her face. It’s instantly replaced with shock. Her mouth opens wide, forming an o-shape that I immediately picture sliding my cock into.

“Take off your blazer,” I say firmly. She obeys. “Throw it on the floor.”

“Do you know how much this cost?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem for a wealthy woman such as yourself,” I counter. Without saying anything, Alice stares back at me and simply tosses her blazer aside. I still haven’t taken my shoes off, so as I hold her gaze, I step out of them and kick them off, causing them to land on top of her jacket.

Alice slowly sucks in a breath that I see has some anger in it. If I was anyone else, she’d be cursing me out right now. But I’m not anyone else, and not only is she allowing this to continue, she’s relishing in it.

“Now strip,” I tell her. “Let’s see what lingerie you chose for today.”

“Am I that obvious already?” she asks as she undoes the buttons on her blouse, revealing a black lace bra barely holding in her plump, perfect tits. She stands, turns slightly as she sets her shirt on the back of my chair, then unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor.

I almost go lightheaded at the reveal. She’s not wearing a matching pair of black lace panties like I’d expected; she’s wearing a black g-string, and from this angle, with her back arched, that little tiny patch of fabric is barely covering her pussy mound. Before she turns around to face me again, I catch a glimpse of her left lip, completely bare.

Does Alice Dupont wax? Laser?

Whatever she did, she did it just for me.

I’m tempted as hell to grab her right now and have my way with her, but it’s not time yet. My little game with her is nowhere near its conclusion.

My cock is rigid and charged with lust as I drink in every inch of her perfect body. There’s no spot on this woman where I will not put my tongue. My God, if only the men in her office could see her now. How jealous would they be?

I tug on the leash, leading her to the foot of my bed, then snap my fingers and point.

“Get down on all fours like the good little bitch you are.” Alice’s head jerks, and her eyes home in on mine, filled with nothing but lust and want. She’s submitting more and more as each second passes. “And maybe if you’re good, I’ll give you a treat.”

She wants to speak out and thank me, but she can’t. That would ruin everything. So she does it with her eyes as she gets down on her knees on my bed, then leans forward on her elbows, presenting herself to me as her hair cascades down across her shoulders and her juicy peach of an ass causes me to salivate.

“That’s a good girl,” I whisper as I attach the leash to the bed, securing her in place. I can barely move with this ridiculous erection, so I unzip my pants, relieving some of the pressure and allowing Alice to see my massive bulge.

She pretends not to, but I see the flick of her eyes she’s unable to control.

I circle her, then reach out and touch the back of her ankle with my finger. She quivers as I continue up her leg to her perfect juicy ass, pausing there to trace her goddess-like hips before moving up her toned stomach to her breasts. I move in close with my lips, almost kissing her ear as I reach into her bra.

“You’re horny,” I whisper, rolling her nipple gently between my fingers. “You’re loving every second of this, you dirty little whore.”

A soft moan escapes her lips as though I were already pleasuring her pussy, which I know is dripping wet at this point.

“You know how many men who work for you want you?” I ask, squeezing her plump tit, as firm as an 18-year-old’s. “How many attorneys and other CEOs want to bend you over, lift your skirt, and fuck you?” Another moan escapes Alice’s mouth. Her hips sway side to side. She’s begging for it. “But of course you do. You’re a smart girl. Say it. Tell me you know.”

“I–I know…” she whimpers.

I grin and bring my lips so close to hers we’re a hair’s breadth from touching. “Yet it’s a delivery guy from Brooklyn who has you on his bed right now.”

Alice’s eyes flash. She leans in to kiss me, but I move back, denying her.

“Not yet. Lie on your back for me,” I tell her. “Play with yourself. Show me what you do when you’re alone.”

Her lips part like she wants to protest, but she does as she’s told, and I watch the show of her body twisting like marble in a master’s hands as she lies back and spreads her long, milky legs for me, leaving nothing but the tiny patch of soaked fabric from her g-string to deny me a view of what’s beneath.

Then, ever so slowly, while looking up at me, she pulls it aside.

My balls go tight as Alice reveals her treasure to me–a bare, glistening, gorgeous little pussy that has me nearly drooling like the dog I am. When she reaches down with two fingers and presses them against her clit and begins to rub, I can no longer stand it. I reach into my pants and pull out my cock, rigid and standing out straight from my body like a spear.

Alice’s eyes go wide as globes.

“This is what you do to me,” I say, stripping out of my clothes until I’m naked before her. I climb onto the bed and kneel over her, my painful erection just inches away from her delectable slit. “Tell me you want it, my little slut.”

For the first time today, Alice hesitates–she really hesitates.

“Damien,” she says slowly. “I’ve never actually…done it before.”

Her words shock me.

There’s no way. She must be messing with me, right? Alice isn’t some teenage girl–she’s a fully-grown woman who runs her own company, and she’s telling me she’s never done it?

“You’re a virgin?” Alice nods, clearly embarrassed. “But…how?”

My lust for her peaks to new heights. I’m so turned on now that I reach down and slide two fingers up her slit, causing her back to arch up off the mattress. Using her moisture, I begin stroking my cock as I gaze over her body, untouched, just waiting for me to claim it.

“As you said, I’ve had suitors. I’ve just never wanted to give myself to any of them…until now.”

My cock is throbbing. I’m already having to slow my strokes for fear of busting all over her virginal pussy mound.

“Tell me you want it,” I say firmly, staring directly into her eyes. She moves beneath me, hips swaying back and forth as she continues to pleasure herself.

She draws a shallow breath, and I watch her plump lips part, picturing them sucking me off.

“I–I want it,” she finally says.

There we go.

I smile.

“Well—” I press the tip of my pulsing hard-on against her clit and watch her eyes close and her body begin to writhe. Heat and desire flow through my erection. The flood gates are about to open. “I suppose I should be honored. But you’re not getting that tonight.”

Alice’s eyes spring open as I move up and on top of her, and using my knees to pin her arm down, I jerk my cock to the point of no return.

Oh lord, I’m a bad man.

The load that sprays out of me is unlike anything I’ve ever produced. My seed rains down all over Alice’s gorgeous face, rope after rope covering her lips, cheeks, forehead, and even getting into her hair.

She squeals and closes her eyes as I stroke my cock to completion, leaving her with a monstrous facial that would break the Internet.

She’s shocked but at the same time quivering, and I look back to see her rapidly rubbing her clit. Her mouth opens, and a long, drawn-out moan escapes her lips as an intense orgasm rocks her right to her core.

Her body spasms, her knees slam together and her back arches off the bed before finally, she gasps a deep breath and slumps back down on the mattress. I smile and stand, then wipe my hand across her face, smearing my massive load all over whatever leftover space there was.

“Yes…” Alice moans and licks my sweet release from her lips, relishing the moment as I go to the bathroom to grab a towel.

“I told you I knew what you wanted.” Alice sighs a knowing sigh before turning her head in my direction, still unable to open her eyes. She’s panting from her orgasm as I release her from her collar and leash. “You were a good girl, Alice, but now it’s time to go.”

I hand her the towel, which she uses to wipe her face, finally opening her eyes to look up at me. “Well, I need to shower first.”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“No?” She looks back, perplexed.

“You’re going to ride back to your penthouse looking just like that, Alice.” I smile.

She sits up. “You know what people are going to think if they see me?”

I wink. “Oh, yes. I definitely do.”