Be a Good Girl

7. Alice

7

ALICE

I’m nervous as I prep for Damien’s arrival. When leaving the office, he said to expect him at 8, but I assume he’ll be late as usual. It’s 7:55 now, and I’m mostly put together, which means I’ll have plenty of time to sit around and anxiously think about how tonight is going to go.

Losing my virginity at 35 years old…

I’m sure no one would suspect that of me. They probably all think I have had secret relationships with men who I force to sign NDAs if they ever open their mouths about anything we’ve done. Because after all, how could Alice Dupont ever be lacking anything in life, right?

Everything looks perfect from the outside…

I’m just sitting down on the couch with a book when I hear a knock at the door. Surprised, I check the time: 8 o’clock on the nose.

“Yes?” I call out. No response.

Could it actually be Damien arriving on time?

I get up and check the camera showing outside in the hall, and sure enough, Damien is standing there, cool as a cucumber, hands in his pockets, clearly waiting for me to let him in.

My heartrate leaps, and I instantly rush over to a mirror and check myself over once more. I don’t know why I’m freaking out so much. This man had his face buried between my thighs earlier today and I wasn’t self-conscious about it, but now I’m freaking out over a tiny stand of hair that looks out of place.

I fix it before going to the door and opening it.

“It’s you.” I don’t know why I say that, and I instantly feel like an idiot. Luckily, Damien smiles.

“It’s me.” Again, he strides right into my penthouse like he owns it, but this time, he takes me firmly by the wrist, forcing me to follow behind him as he walks straight into my bedroom.

Oh my God. This is really going to happen, isn’t it?

“I–I don’t have the collar on–” I stammer as he spins me and pushes me down onto the bed.

I’m lying on my back looking up at him. He’s wearing loafers and a gray suit that looks like it costs more than anything the guys in my office would wear. How could he afford something like that doing what he does?

“We don’t need the collar right now,” he says. “Just so long as you listen to me and do as I say. You can do that, right?”

I nod emphatically, instantly wet and tingling all over.

“Good.” His lips twist into a devilish smile as he steps right up to the foot of the bed. “Now unzip my pants for me.”

His commanding tone is such a turn-on, and I can feel my nervousness fading away as I rise up and crawl over to him and undo his fly. I can already see his massive bulge, but as his pants fall to the ground, his thick hard-on springs out and slaps me right in the chin.

“Oh!” I squeal with delight. He’s already so hard.

“And that , Alice, is a result of me just thinking about you on my way over here.”

Is he trying to inflate my ego? Because it’s working. Right now I feel like the goddess of all the Earth.

I can smell his scent. I can feel the heat from his body. The combination of both is driving me up the walls. His masculinity is like a spatial force claiming my bedroom, and by extension, me.

Damien removes his blazer and carelessly tosses it aside. “I like your outfit tonight, Alice,” he says, remarking on the dark green dress I picked out for the occasion. “But I’m going to need you to take it off now.”

I’m absolutely dying for him as I twist slightly so I can reach the back zipper on my dress, making sure to accentuate every one of my curves for this man who excites me like no other.

I stand and let it fall, then step out of it, leaving myself naked before him. No lingerie for tonight. I wanted to see his face when this moment occurred, and although I knew Damien would play it cool, a flash of desire crosses his eyes, and they narrow as he runs them up my body. That’s good enough for me.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, his voice like tickles up my spine.

“I just thought–” But I don’t even have time to finish my thought.

Damien snatches a fistful of my hair and forces me back down onto the bed. And then he’s on top of me, moving with a hunger I’ve not seen from him before. He caresses my thigh with his free hand, moving up until he cups my breast and squeezes, causing me to draw in a passionate breath.

“This body belongs to me now,” he growls. “No one touches it but me.”

Then he’s kissing me–his lips caressing my neck with such eager desire. I feel his swollen manhood pressed between my legs as he grinds against me, stimulating my clit, and I instantly throw my arms around him and pull him as close to me as I can.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.

Damien kisses up my chin, and our lips meet, and that spark that I felt when I first saw him ignites again in my chest but with infinitely more power.

I can barely keep it together as our tongues dance across each other, and I moan into his mouth as my desire rises higher and higher. My pussy is literally aching to be filled, and the more he teases me by pressing his massive erection against my eager hole, the crazier I continue to get.

“You love it, don’t you?” he whispers.

“Yes.”

“You’re my little whore, aren’t you?” He reaches down between my legs and rolls my clit between two of his fingers. My back arches off the bed, and my stomach tightens.

“Yes!” I cry out.

“You want me to take you now?” Damien asks, already knowing the answer. “You want me to claim your cherry? You want me to make you mine?”

I’m so hot for him I want to snatch his body with my legs and force him inside me. He’s pressing every single one of my pressure points because he knows exactly how to. He knows me.

“Yes, Damien! Yes!”

I feel his smile broaden against my lips and suck a quick, short breath as he forces my legs wide apart with his knees.

“Good girl. Then take this dick.”

Damien presses into me, and at that moment, it’s like the entire world explodes. A supernova occurs in my bedroom. Every firework on planet Earth goes off at the same time, and I know, that from this moment on, my life will never be the same.

“Oh my God!” I cry out, hanging on for dear life as Damien begins thrusting into me.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice so sexy and soothing in my ear. I feel a sting of pain inside me–a pressure and release–and I tense up momentarily, but Damien stops and looks straight into my eyes.

“That was your cherry, Alice. You’re a real woman now. You’re my woman.”

This man’s praise means everything to me. And the sensation of him inside of me has me overwhelmed with an almost hypnotic pleasure. Remembering when I danced for him, I grind my hips back against him as he fucks me. This clearly turns him on even more, causing him to thrust faster and faster.

His girth is enormous. I can literally feel my walls stretching to take him all in, and that is so damn hot. A mixture of pain and pleasure fills me with delight as Damien forces my body to change to accommodate him.

“My God,” he growls. “How are you taking my whole cock in this tiny little hole, gorgeous?”

“I–I don’t know,” I admit, growing more and more inflamed by the second. “But it feels so amazing.”

“Good girl,” he praises. “You’re being such a good girl right now.”

“Am I your good little bitch?” The words just slip out of my mouth on their own. I feel Damien’s cock flex inside me and his grip on my body tighten.

“Damn right you are.” He rams his hips down with more and more force, driving every inch of his monster into me. I can feel it all the way into my stomach, along with my rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Oh, Christ,” Damien groans, moving his mouth over my nipple. The sensation jolts me wonderfully. “I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer.”

His words are doing things to me. My head is starting to spin.

“You love this, Alice,” he tells me, so matter of fact. “But it will never be enough for you.”

What?

I open my eyes wide and look up to see him staring down at me, his gaze focused as he continues drilling me with such incredible force.

“Damien–”

“You’re not fulfilled, Alice,” he continues. “You’re a success, but you have no life beyond work. No love. No children. And that’s what you truly want. Isn’t it?”

My body is on fire with lust, but I feel like I’ve just been punched in the gut by this man. I can feel myself blushing as I look back at him. I want to look away, but I refuse to break his gaze.

How can he read me so well? It’s like he can see into my mind, ever since we first met.

“I’m going to come soon, Alice,” Damien tells me. “And I’m going to give you want you want–I’m going to get you pregnant.”

The thought rushes through my mind in an instant. Me? A mother? Tears form in the wells of my eyes, but I still look back at him.

“Damien, you can’t get me pregnant,” I protest. “I’m a CEO, my company–”

“Don’t lie, Alice,” Damien snaps. “You’re lying to me, but worst of all, you’re lying to yourself. You want this.”

Damien is fierce. Gorgeous. Commanding.

Yet most of all, he’s wise.

All I want to do is be his, submit to him, let him take the reins of my life like he does with the leash he placed around my neck.

“You want me to get you pregnant, don’t you?” he asks. “Admit it.”

My climax is so close. Every single nerve ending in my body is sizzling with electricity and yearning with desire for more.

“Yes,” I admit to him, but more importantly, to myself. “Get me pregnant, Daddy.”

Damien’s grip on my hair tightens to the point of almost too much pain. Yet it somehow spurs me on, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Atta girl,” he growls through clenched teeth.

I’m no longer Alice Dupont; I’m a woman possessed.

A feral roar rises up from within Damien’s body. I feel it ripple through his abs, then shudder out through his chest before emerging from his mouth as his cock flexes and a warm shot of something heavenly sprays inside me.

He’s coming…

It’s so warm and hot and sticky, and I feel it coating the walls of my pussy as he continues to rut inside me so hard that I go off with him, my own orgasm yanking me up into the heavens like I’ve been caught in the middle of a twister.

My mind goes blank as my body begins to quiver.

Get me pregnant…get me pregnant…get me pregnant…

I snatch Damien’s torso with my legs and hump back against him, and we writhe together in mutual ecstasy. Damien kisses me, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth as he grips my breast with his other hand. I kiss him back and feel his wonderful thickness inside me pulse one last time before he slumps down on top of me, his head on my chest, pinning me to the bed.

I come crashing back down with him, mind blown from an orgasm so intense it shouldn’t even be possible, and gently wrap him in my arms. Since I met him, this is the first time he’s allowed me to be in this kind of position–one that isn’t him having complete, 100 percent authority and control.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” he finally whispers. I can feel his heart pounding heavily through his chest and into mine.

“That makes two of us.”

What an incredible peak. A moment of pure bliss I know will forever be embedded in my mind. I feel Damien’s release beginning to leak out of me and spill down onto the bed, but I don’t care. All I can do is smile.

A mother. I’m going to be a mother. And it’s all thanks to Damien.