Be a Good Girl

6. Damien

6

DAMIEN

I check my delivery schedule for the rest of the day, hoping to see that something has changed and I’ll be heading uptown to Alice’s building, but everything is still the same.

I guess I could just show up unannounced again, but how many times can I do that before people at her office start getting suspicious about us?

I’ve got a package to drop off on Wall Street in thirty minutes, but as I’m heading to the front to pick it up, I see Brad and Chuck chatting by the vending machines. Chuck looks really excited at whatever it is Brad’s saying.

“You know the babe I’m talking about,” Brad chuckles. “That hot ass business chick. She’s on like the cover of magazines and all over the Internet! She’s like a billionaire but looks like an OnlyFans model?”

Chuck nods like a dog ready to be fed a steak. “Oh, I know who you’re talking about.”

Christ, these boys are practically foaming at the mouth. “What’s all this?” I ask, stepping up beside them.

“Brad lucked out on his next delivery,” Chuck replies. “Tell him.”

Brad turns to me and takes a wide stance like some kind of WWE wrestler and begins rubbing his hands together. “Alice Dupont. Oh, yeah!”

Instantly, every muscle in my body goes tense.

“What?”

“You know who I’m talking about, Damien–”

“Yes, I know who you’re talking about,” I snap. My jealousy threatens to overwhelm me.

Just knowing these two have been sitting here talking about Alice, even if it’s just photos, has me absolutely livid. I want to break both of their faces and smash their jaws so they can never look at her or talk about her again.

But I can’t do that. I need to take a smarter approach. I take a deep breath and focus on calming myself down.

“I’ve delivered to her before.”

“You have?” Brad grins. “Lucky son of a bitch.”

“Nah, not really.” I shake my head. “The building’s a major pain in the ass, security is a hassle, she’s at the top floor where there’s more people who pester you before you reach her–”

“Sounds like a nightmare,” Brad sighs.

Good. It’s working. Out of all the guys on the team, Brad truly is the laziest of them all.

“Tell you what,” I say. “My next delivery is on Wall Street. The Dupont office knows me. It’ll be easier for me. Why don’t we swap?”

Brad glances down at his phone, where I see a photo of Alice on the cover of Forbes Magazine . I ball up my fist, restraining the urge to drive it into his stomach for setting his eyes on what is mine. Mine!

“I dunno, man,” Chuck chortles. “She is a piece of ass–”

It’s all I can do not to shoot a death-stare his way. I have to bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood to keep myself together.

Finally, Brad locks his phone and extends his hand to me. “But you’re right–sounds like too much of a pain in the ass. You got a deal.”

My heart is booming in my chest as I ride the elevator up to the 40 th floor of Alice’s building. Security is used to me by now and let me through without a hassle. I wasn’t lying to Brad about that.

I’m doing my best to not think about the events of last night so I can keep my cock from swelling to a full erection beneath my compression briefs. But it’s nearly impossible to stop picturing Alice’s near-naked body laid out beneath me, her silky wet pussy peeking out from behind her g-string as she played with herself like the good girl I told her to be for me.

Goddamn, this isn’t working.

The elevator chimes, the doors open, and I find myself doing my best to walk with a raging hard-on, throbbing with lust for the woman whose office lies at the other end of the massive door I’m headed for.

“Hey, Joan,” I say, walking right past her, package in hand. She’s on the phone and just smiles and waves me by. Everything is going perfectly–that is, until I open the doors to Alice’s office.

It takes me a second to process what I’m seeing.

A disheveled man in a wrinkled maroon suit is leaning over Alice, pressing her back against her desk and with his hand over her mouth. For the briefest of moments, it almost looks like I’ve caught her mid-hookup.

But then I hear the vitriol spewing from his lips.

“Thought you could fire me, you little cunt?” He sounds drunk, and it’s not even noon. “You’re just a bitch, bitch! And it’s time for payback!”

Alice squeals as the man attempts to peel off her blazer. And it’s at that moment that every fiber of my being reacts.

Alice isn’t hooking up with this man. He’s attacking her.

“Get off her!” I shout, leaping into action. Alice’s eyes snap to mine and go wide in desperation as she sees me racing toward them.

The man whirls, but it’s too late.

I catch him in the chin with my fist, sending him sprawling to the floor. Then I’m on top of him, pummeling him with my fists wherever I can land a blow, overcome with rage and hatred for this son of a bitch who thought he could lay a hand on Alice, my precious princess.

“Security!” I hear Alice shout. Then I feel her hands on my shoulders as she pulls me off the man who now lies on the floor unmoving. She steps in front of me, her gorgeous, tearful eyes locked on to mine. “Are you okay?”

“Forget me, are you okay!?”

“Thanks to you!” Alice lets a mixture of a laugh and a sob before throwing her arms around me.

“Who the hell is that guy!?” I ask.

“Charlie Tecker,” she replies. “I fired him the day I met you for sexually harassing female employees.”

My knuckles are throbbing as I look down at the bastard. This must be how territorial lions feel when provoked.

I step back from Alice and drink in her gorgeousness. I am just about to lean in and kiss her when security bursts through the door. They see Charlie on the floor, and their eyes widen.

“Christ, what happened?” one man asks.

“Call the police,” Alice responds. “Get them up here now. And get this ,”—she points down at Charlie, who is starting to come around—“the hell out of my office.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I can feel my blood pumping through every artery in my body as I watch the two security men drag Charlie out the door and close it behind them.

That son of a bitch. How dare he lay a hand on my woman!

Thank God she’s not hurt. At least not visibly.

“You’re okay?” I ask, turning back to her. “He didn’t hurt you?”

“He didn’t,” Alice replies. “You came just in time.”

I’m sweating heavily.

I just about lost it there.

I look Alice up at down and see her smeared lipstick and torn blazer from where that bastard had his filthy hands on her and have to restrain myself from racing out of the office to give him another beatdown.

My obsession with this woman has reached a critical level.

“Give me one second to clean up.” Alice walks to her attached bathroom, deliberately swaying her hips for me, deliciously wrapped in a sexy blue skirt. She closes the door behind her, leaving me standing there panting like a feral animal after a hunt. I’m ready to throw down again if any man comes anywhere near her.

Nothing like that will ever happen again.

Not while I’m around.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. Something inside me jolts me like an electric pulse.

Christ, is this what it feels like? Am I falling in love with Alice?

I am, aren’t I?

I’ve never been so protective or attached to a woman in my life. She’s only been gone for a moment and yet I’m yearning for her to return. Seeing her in danger like that must have triggered something within me that made me fully realize my feelings for her.

I’m going to have to tell her the truth about me soon…

She has the right to know if this relationship is going to go anywhere.

The bathroom door opens and Alice steps out, wearing nothing but a lacy white bra and matching panties and the leather collar around her neck. She’s a male fantasy come to life.

My cock springs to attention in an instant as she walks slowly toward me and hands me the leash.

I know her office outside is filled with people, and I know that the only thing separating them from us is a single door that was open only moments ago.

And all that does is make things even hotter.

I jerk the leash, forcing Alice down to her knees in front of me. Her eyes glisten up at me, filled with blissful submission as she reaches up to caress my thighs with her fingertips. It’s impossible for me to hold out, and I reach down and pull out my cock, which is as hard as a rock.

“Do you want me to suck it, Daddy?” Alice asks obediently. All I have to do is nod and she opens her mouth, parting those sultry lips, then takes me into her mouth.

The sensation rocks me. The wetness, the warmth. It has me thinking about what it will be like to penetrate her. And knowing she has never been penetrated before only gets me hotter.

I groan and flex my neck back, rocking it side to side as she circles my shaft with her tongue, then take a deep breath and look down at Alice, who has her eyes locked on me as she moves up and down on my throbbing erection.

There’s a knock on the door. “Alice?” It’s Joan’s voice.

Alice lifts up off my cock and shouts back, “Not now!”

She looks up at me and giggles as I thread my fingers through her hair and force her back down on my dick. “You are a bad girl,” I whisper. “I told you to be a good girl!”

She smiles with her eyes. She’s loving this, and so am I. She’s driving me wild. So wild I’m already about to explode.

“Get over here,” I grunt, pulling my cock from her mouth as I drag her across the floor and over to a gray Verellen Duke sofa. They can go for upwards of 20 thousand dollars, which makes it so much hotter when I force her down on all fours and tug her panties to the side, revealing her perfect little pussy.

“Is this what a CEO should be doing in the middle of the day?” I ask.

Alice knows better than to respond right now. Even if she wanted to, any thought she has goes right out of her mind as I press my tongue into her dripping valley, lapping up her juices which have already begun to drip down her inner thighs.

A moan escapes her lips as I spread her cheeks and press my face in deeper. I want more. I want to devour her. I want to pleasure her to the point where she can no longer function and has to go home early.

“Damien…”

I slide my tongue through her tiny slit again and then flatten it against her delicious little nub. This causes her whole body to quiver, but it’s nothing compared to what happens when I take that sweet little button between my lips and begin to suck.

“Oh my God!” Alice has to clasp her hands over her mouth to quiet herself as I increase the pressure and watch her body react, shaking more and more violently as I drag her closer and closer toward release.

Alice snatches a cushion from the couch and buries her face into it, then lets out a muffled scream as her climax takes over. Her thighs squeeze down on my cheeks as she comes, and I smile into her pussy, clamping my hands down on her ass as she squirms, keeping my tongue pressed down on her clit.

That’s it. That’s my girl.

Moisture spills from her sex, coating my lips and chin before I finally release her and allow her to fall forward onto the couch. She instantly folds into the fetal position, one hand pressed over her pussy as she sips quick breaths of air.

“Holy shit!” she gasps. “You’re–you’re incredible!”

I stand and look down at her. “I know.” I smile.

I turn and reach for my pants, at which point Alice sits up and grabs my hand. She pulls me around to face her, looking at me with pleading eyes. “You’re not going to…?”

She flicks a quick glance down at my cock, and I chuckle, take her under her arms, and lift her to her feet.

“Fuck you?” I ask. “Alice, you think I’m going to take your virginity here? Now? While anyone could just walk in on us and spoil that very special moment?” I shake my head. “No. I’ll take your cherry, baby. But tonight. When we can make it special.”