Be a Good Girl

5. Alice

5

ALICE

Every inch of my body is still tingling as I make my way down to the street where my car is waiting. I can still feel Damien’s sticky approval all over my face, which I keep down as my driver steps out to open my door for me.

I almost want him to see me like this: hair a mess, makeup ruined, eyes red, and remnants of Damien’s baby batter left wherever I missed it while cleaning up with the towel, but I can’t let that happen.

I’m Alice Dupont, CEO. I have an image to maintain.

So for right now, whatever this relationship is that I have with Damien will have to remain secret. But as I ride home, it’s impossible for me to think about anything other than this incredible man who just crashed into my life like a missile.

Damien…Damien…

I just experienced the best orgasm of my life, and my pussy is soaked and throbbing between my legs. I should be satisfied, yet all I want is more, more, more. I want to tell the driver to turn around so I can climb the steps back to Damien’s apartment, get down on my knees before him, and beg him to plunge his massive erection deep inside me.

But I don’t do that. I’m like a sex-crazed slut while I fantasize about my Damien, my new boss. I’m burning up as I let the driver ferry me back to my penthouse where the real walk of shame begins.

I step out of the car and do my best to hide my face by pretending to be fixing my hair as I pass the two doormen, who both nod and greet me politely.

“Hello,” I say, still keeping my head down and out of view. But I can’t help smiling to myself as I think about the fact that they have no idea just where it is I’m coming from or what just happened to me.

They probably assume I’ve just finished a meeting after a long day at the office, when in reality I’ve just been used and abused by a younger man whose control over me is something I can’t describe.

And he didn’t even fuck me.

That terrible, sexy bastard!

I can’t shake the image of him from my mind as I ride the elevator up to my penthouse. So tall, such broad shoulders, so lithe, with a cock like a forearm sticking out from between his legs. And oh my God, what a load…

I’m still tingling as I step into my apartment. The thermostat says 68 degrees, but I’m sweltering and instantly kick off my heels and step out of my clothes, leaving them on the floor as I make my way to the bathroom, where I start the shower, then go to my fun-drawer in my bedroom and retrieve my favorite toy. The nice waterproof one.

I remember when I bought this. It looked so big in my hands, but it’s absolutely nothing compared to what Damien has between his legs.

I step into the walk-in shower and sit back on the built-in bench, allowing the water to rain down on me as I think back to my encounter with Damien at his apartment. Even now, surrounded by my soaps and shampoos, I can still recall the scent of his body as he knelt on top of me, dominating me in a way that said only one thing: “You belong to me.”

Then I press my toy to the most sensitive little nub on my body and twist the bottom.

It instantly begins to vibrate, and my pussy begins to pulse with a hot, delicious rhythm. It’s wonderous, but if only it were Damien’s tongue on my clit and not something designed to replicate something he was blessed with that is far superior. If only it were his lips wrapped around my delicate nub, pleasuring me instead of me having to do the job myself.

I can’t get the thought of lying on my back on his bed out of my mind, legs spread as I looked up at him while I played with myself. Only a few days ago, the thought of allowing a man to see me do something so intimate would have been unthinkable. Now there’s one I can’t wait to show off for.

“Get down on all fours like the good little bitch you are.”

His words echo in my mind over and over as I continue to pleasure myself with my toy. I could not believe it when he first said that to me. The nerve! Unbelievable. Unthinkable!

Now all I want is to hear it again–hear more.

My breaths come harder, faster, my heart pumping quickly in my chest as the water rains down upon me. I close my eyes and picture myself back in Damien’s apartment with the collar around my neck, the leash tied to his bed, him standing naked above me with his massive erection signaling his arousal, and I feel my orgasm rapidly approaching.

My toes begin to quiver, then my legs begin to shake. My stomach tenses up, and I feel my cheeks go hot as I approach the edge.

But just before my climax hits me, my emergency phone starts blaring from the other room.

Instantly, I’m knocked out of my fantasy, and my orgasm slips away from me. I scramble for a towel as my blood pressure rises. I had the line installed so the office could reach me any time, day or night, if it was important enough. So I quickly race into the other room and grab the phone off its hook.

“Yes?” I say, trying to sound as though everything is fine and I haven’t just been masturbating to the memory of a mind-blowing evening with a young man who delivers packages to our offices.

“Alice? Are you all right?” It’s Joan’s voice on the other end of the line, and she sounds panicked.

“Um, yes. I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

Crap, I’ve let something slip. Somehow, she knows what I’ve been up to.

She heard it in my voice, my tone. Maybe I was panting too audibly.

“Alice.” Her voice sounds tense. “You have the Hong Kong conference call at the office in ten minutes.”

I feel as though I’ve been punched in the gut. I’ve never been late to the office or a meeting in my life. Yet now, one involving what might end up being the most important deal my company has ever made has completely managed to slip my mind.

Thanks, Damien.

“Joan,” I say slowly. “Actually, everything is not all right. I’ve had a family emergency.” I’m lying, and I should feel scummy for doing so, but the truth is, a thrilling sensation is coursing through me like electricity.

“Oh, no!” I can hear the concern in Joan’s voice. “Is everything–do we need to cancel the meeting?”

“No, no,” I reply. “Tell everyone I sincerely apologize, but I will not be in the office for the call, and setup a conference call that I can take from my penthouse.”

“And you’ll be ready in ten minu–”

“Yes, Joan!” I snap. “Now get going.”

I quickly hang up and jog to my bedroom, where I immediately get to work on my hair and makeup. I’ve never blow-dried my hair at this speed, nor done my makeup like my life depended on it either, but this call could determine the future of my company.

Most people would be absolutely panicked right now. But I’m not. And that’s what makes me Alice Dupont. That’s what got me to the top of the golden shining tower where I am now, and that’s what has kept me there. But it isn’t what has given me this thrill that I now feel.

No. Someone else is responsible for that.

In fact, watching the ten minutes tick by as I prep for the meeting, I’m not thinking about what a catastrophe this could be. I’m not thinking about how I might be late and might offend the men in Hong Kong. I’m not even thinking about how stupid I was to have forgotten about the meeting altogether.

I’m thinking about Damien. I’m thinking about just how naughty I would have been to have left his cum on my face when I came home, then appeared on the conference call just like that, looking like his dirty little slut.

I can only imagine what their reactions would have been.

I glance at my clock: less than one minute left. I race to the closet, grab a tailored mauve blouse, and slip into it, quickly fix my hair in the mirror, and race over to my laptop in the living room. I open it, see the link to the call Joan has just sent me, and click it.

Faces appear of the men who work for me and the men who work with me. High-status men, lawyers, accountants, vice presidents. By all accounts, I should be attracted to at least one of them, but all I can think about is how desperately I wish Damien was here so I could jerk his thick, veiny cock while he stood just off camera as I suffered through the duration of this call.

Or would he be kind enough to get down between my legs while I sat here with no panties on and suck on my clit while I fought to keep a straight face on camera? God, just the thought of it is turning me on so hard that I can feel my ability for rational thought starting to slip as it’s replaced by the heavy burden of being desperately horny.

Would you do that for me, Damien? One day?

“Miss Dupont has joined the call,” Joan’s voice says from my earbud. I politely wave to everyone. Then the several remaining black windows on the screen flicker, and the Hong Kong businessmen appear.

“Okay, it looks like everyone is here.” I smile. “Welcome, gentlemen. Shall we get this over with?”