Too Long: A Charli and Draken Epilogue

by Richensexi, Amanda

  Draken: It’s all right, Mrs. Almatto, I’m used to Draken’s ways. Haha. He’s quite a character, isn’t he?

  Draken: He said before I go I should remind you of your project deadline.

  Draken: He wants you to insert

  Draken: He wants

  Draken: Ah yes he wants you to insert the prototype on his desk into its charging slot.

  Draken: He says you’ll know what that means.

  Draken: He says to confirm back when it’s done, with a, uh, with a picture.

  Draken: …

  Charli: OMG

  Charli: Mr. Glaski

  Charli: Sorry what’s your name

  Charli: Owen

  Charli: AARGH, tell Draken to go fuck himself.

  Draken: But is the prototype inserted? Completely? Not seeing the pic here.

  Charli: Yes here’s the picture.

  Charli: Tell him I’ll never forgive him.

  Charli: Wait

  Charli: Mr. Almatto?

  Draken: Yes darling.

  Charli: …

  Charli: …

  Charli: Was it you all the time?

  Charli: Not this Owen character?

  Draken: Ha. No, it was Owen. His face is red. You’ve made his day, fuck toy. Or rather, the ID has made his day.

  Charli: ID?

  Draken: Intelligent Dykstik. The prototype you so obediently inserted. Nice picture. That’s a very wet, ready cunt.

  Draken: I had to rip my phone out of Owen’s hands. He seemed reluctant to give it up for some reason.

  Draken: How does it feel? Remember what this toy does…it gets narrower the more you squeeze it and wider when your cunt relaxes.

  Draken: It’s designed to teach you to exercise control over your rambunctious muscles. You get rewarded when you obey and a workout when you’re naughty.

  Charli: Please

  Charli: So humiliated

  Charli: Can’t believe you did that you are a devil to me

  Charli: I’ve been good please let me come.

  Draken: You whine so beautifully. No, baby, no chance. Are you squeezing the Dykstik?

  Charli: So hard

  Draken: Stop squeezing it.

  Charli: I can’t OMG I can’t it’s in me

  Charli: Inside me I can’t stop squeezing it

  Draken: You need to, greedy woman.

  Draken: You’ve made me put my briefcase on my lap.

  Draken: Did you stop?

  Charli: Trying oh god its getting bigger now i have to oh god trying not to squeeze

  Draken: Good, baby.

  Draken: Sounds like it’s working as intended. I’m logging in now. There it is.

  Charli: There what is?

  Draken: Your ID. I’ve got its signal. Tsk, tsk. You’re squeezing.

  Draken: Go and get your leather bite strap.

  Draken: Kneel on the bed for me and stick your ass up high in the air.

  Draken: I’m going to call you on the speakerphone.

  Draken: I’ll be dealing with colleagues for the next hour or so.

  Draken: You listen to us talk and it’ll be just like you’re here with us discussing advances in artificial intelligence. You might find it interesting.

  Charli: AAAAAAAHHHH

  Charli: Can I touch myself?

  Draken: Absolutely not.

  Charli: You are mad at me aren’t you?

  Draken: Not anymore. I’ve decided something.

  Charli: ????

  Draken: Later, sweet. Calling you now. Put yourself on speakerphone as well.

  Charli: But, but then I’ll broadcast…

  Draken: The bite strap should muffle your cute little moans.

  Draken: Do not squeeze that Dykstik in your cunt. Don’t touch any part of your body. Think of all the orgasms you’re not permitted to indulge in, my horny fuck toy.

  Draken: When you hear me end the call, brush your teeth, do your bedtime ritual, and then crawl under the sheets and lie there with your thighs not touching until midnight. No squeezing allowed.

  Draken: Think about what a bad girl you’ve been. When you’ve proved you can be a good girl, that means no squeezing, then you can remove the Dykstik from your beautiful pussy and go to sleep, love.

  Draken: Ready?

  Charli: Yes

  Draken: Somebody’s squeezing the ID.

  Charli: Grr, OK I stopped

  Draken: Are you sobbing for me, baby? Nice and wet and missing me?

  Charli: Yes

  Charli: But what was it you decided?

  Charli: Draaaaaaken

  Chapter 4

  Day 2

  Charli: Hi Mr. Almatto you aren’t picking up your phone are you busy?

  Charli: Yes? No?

  Charli: That was amazing last night.

  Charli: I couldn’t stop squeezing it.

  Charli: I couldn’t be good. :(

  Charli: You’re an evil man. :)

  Charli: All day on campus my underpants were soaking. My instructors all thought I was loony in the head. I can’t even remember my last orgasm it’s been so long.

  Charli: I miss you so much.

  Charli: Matthew said they’re having fun on the island.

  Charli: He asked me to help him reply to all your congrats emails.

  Charli: He did happen to mention to me it was the whole team that won the award, not just you. Were you exaggerating about what an honor it was? Rani’s right, you have such a swelled head.

  Charli: The article I read said Susan was the principle investigator, did you give her proper credit? Susan's amazing.

  Charli: I don’t like it when people don’t get credit, it’s obnoxious.

  Charli: Mr. Almatto?

  Charli: Are you not replying because I’m topping from the bottom again?

  Draken: That’s not topping from the bottom, that’s nagging the hell out of me.

  Charli: HI MY LOVE. I prefer the term topping from the bottom. It makes me sound like a superspy submissive.

  Charli: Say something mushy to me.

  Charli: Are you busy right now?

  Draken: Yes, busy, thus my not picking up your phone call.

  Charli: You sound a tad irritated.

  Charli: You don’t have time to be a little mushy? Isn’t the awards ceremony over?

  Draken: Meeting with colleagues.

  Charli: Um OK are you mad still?

  Draken: Charli we’re not discussing this now.

  Charli: Oh.

  Charli: Oh.

  Draken: For fuck’s sake baby.

  Draken: Leave it alone.

  Charli: :(

  Draken: Wife, goddammit…

  Charli: This is NOT my being insecure and don’t you even try to imply it. You’re doing that cryptic thing again. You know you are even if you won’t admit it. You’re hiding something.

  Charli: Does this have to do with that decision you mentioned yesterday?

  Draken: Charli I love you. I miss you like fuck. It destroys me to be away from you like this. OK?

  Charli: OK. Fine.

  Charli: Whatever you say.

  Charli: Me too.

  Charli: So…can I come?

  Charli: Just one orgasm?

  Draken: No, fuck toy. And chill out. Relax.

  Charli: One day I’m going to tell YOU to relax when you’re upset and you’ll see how it feels.

  Charli: Today is not that day.

  Charli: I do love you.

  Charli: Barely.

  Charli: OK, tons, it’s tons I love you. And not just because you're an evil tease.

  Charli: I’ll leave you alone now. With your colleagues. Tell them hi.

  Charli: Except that Owen fellow. Please just pretend to him I don’t exist.

  Day 3

  Charli: Hi.

  Charli: You didn’t call me last night.

  Charli: Draken…

  Charli: Um, I don’t even get a not-supposed-to-call-me-Draken-it’s-Mr.Almatto-to-you?

/>   Charli: Still busy????

  Draken: Were you horny today?

  Charli: Oh hi!!!!

  Draken: Were you horny?

  Charli: Yessss.

  Draken: Good. How horny? Describe it, fuck toy.

  Charli: Ooh.

  Charli: I wore a sweater but my nipples were so obvious.

  Charli: I had to change my underwear three times.

  Charli: Rani took me out to dinner and said I needed to get laid. She meant by you naturally. She’s been getting laid so much.

  Chari: She’s giving me getlaid envy.

  Charli: And how was your day, husband?

  Draken: Shitty.

  Charli: Oh no!! Why?

  Draken: My fuck toy is at home, wet and ready for me, and I’m here without her, hard.

  Charli: Frustration?

  Draken: You have no fucking idea.

  Charli: I have it too!!!

  Charli: I MISS YOU!!!!

  Charli: I can’t sleep without you next to me.

  Charli: Do you have to stay the whole week?

  Draken: Longer than that, it turns out.

  Charli: OH NO!!!!

  Draken: I want to fly you here for a couple of hours.

  Charli: What??? What about my exam and lab coming up? Who’ll feed and water Botface and Fluffball?

  Draken: A staffer can install an automatic feeder. I’ll send the plane to pick you up tomorrow night. We’ll have dinner and then we'll fly you back. You’ll have plenty of time to study.

  Charli: But, but, but, won’t you need the plane to get back? And somebody needs to pet the cats, somebody they trust.

  Draken: Matthew will arrange everything.

  Charli: From the island? OK. WOWWWW! YAY!!

  Charli: But just dinner?

  Charli: At the hotel? Nothing more? No hotel room? :(

  Draken: No hotel room. No time for fucking. Wear a short skirt. No underwear.

  Charli: Wait…wait…I know you.

  Charli: Will we be alone?

  Draken: Of course we won’t fucking be alone.

  Charli: Are you in a bad mood?

  Draken: Charli…baby…I want to fuck you. I want to hold you. I want to see your happy face. I want to smack your impudent ass while you chatter on about the plight of the Hawaiian goose. I’ve got meetings. Of course I’m in a fucking bad mood.

  Charli: :)

  Chapter 5

  Day 4

  CHARLI WAS SWEATING WITH nerves. With Chicago’s mad traffic, the road trip she’d just endured had taken as long as the flight before it. Her clothes were uncomfortably tight and sticky. She was tired and jumpy and past ready to be reunited with Draken.

  The interior of the downtown hotel lobby she stepped into reeked of old-world luxury, with its white carpeting and antique chandeliers way more old-fashioned and traditional than what she’d expect to appeal to a group of engineers. The chauffeur walked formally ahead of her, leading her to the undisclosed location she was to meet her husband.

  Her husband and…somebody. Or more likely, several somebodies. Of course we won’t fucking be alone, he’d said. They only had a couple of hours together before she needed to return to Seattle, and with Draken in a testy mood, that could mean anything. He could be a bit…unpredictable at times.

  Being married to the CEO of the Almatto Tech Corporation was its own form of heaven. As the media accounts of their Cinderella-like marriage never failed to underline, Charli’s life was now filled with comfort and convenience. What most people didn’t realize was that being so pampered had its downsides, too. Like the lack of privacy. And how busy she was, with almost no time to bake. Some days, in all honesty, life was so hectic she hardly noticed the lavish luxury surrounding her.

  But her change in circumstances wasn’t the heavenly part. No, it was her all-encompassing relationship with the man who'd so unexpectedly become her life partner.

  Everything had been boring and unsexy before Draken Almatto's entry into her life. And now, after a couple of years of marriage, her life had become a riotous thrill ride relieved only by rare, restful moments with her yarncrafts group.

  Not that she was proud of the fact, but she hated being separated from Draken even for a few hours. This trip of his had been especially miserable due to her recent uncertainty about where she stood with him. She had a lingering fear that one day Draken would wake up and ask himself what on earth he was doing being married to her—unremarkable, unsensational Charli Fontina.

  What was on his mind? Not, she hoped, that he was growing bored with her. But that anxious voice wouldn't be silenced, and Draken wasn't any help. He could be stubbornly close-mouthed when he wanted to be.

  The fact that her pussy was on fire the whole time made it even worse. Everywhere she turned, there were reminders of Draken to crank up her longing, as if it needed cranking up.

  On the private plane, her embarrassment bloomed every time the flight attendant hovered. He’d helped her find the video of the awards ceremony Draken was attending. Between watching her husband on the screen and being self-conscious about her clothes and her personal scent—she hardly owned any panties at all anymore, there just seemed no point—she had the dreadful feeling the attendant had been very aware of her arousal. Not that he'd been anything but respectful and kind. Draken's staff were an amazingly decent and easygoing bunch.

  “The maitre d’ will seat you,” the chauffeur told her inside the discreetly lit restaurant, then nodded and walked away before Charli could reply.

  “Okay,” Charli said to his disappearing back. “Thanks—uh, thanks, chauffeur man whose name I didn’t catch.” She turned around with a start to see the maitre d’ right there, smiling. “Oh, hi.”

  “Mrs. Almatto? It’s an honor to meet you. Right this way.”

  Charli followed the intimidatingly formal older man with hesitant, mincing steps. She was very aware of her damp thighs and tried to tug down her brief skirt so nobody else would be. He led her through double doors into a separate dining room that had dim, cool lighting and a multitude of small, glittery chandeliers.

  She stopped short at the sight of the three long tables seating what appeared to be a few dozen diners. She adjusted her glasses on her nose, her eyes skimming over the heads in mild social panic, ultimately to alight on one stunningly gorgeous auburn-haired head across the room.

  Dressed in one of his beautifully fitting shirts, carrying more than his fair share of vitality and charisma, the man sat surrounded by a group of men who looked very much like scientists.

  Men? Yes, they were all guys at that table. The other tables did boast a few female scientists, but Charli didn’t have much opportunity to feel relief. She was preoccupied drinking in the sight of her husband.

  He didn’t look stressed or irate. He sat there looking relaxed and in good spirits, gesturing with his long, muscular arm, his tall body gloriously outlined in a tailored dark blue shirt that matched those laser-sharp eyes. The deep timbre of his voice drifted over, and every cell in her body jolted at the familiar sound.

  She saw exactly when he spotted her. His wrist stilled and he stopped talking. Other than that and the imperious come here tilt of his head, he didn’t acknowledge Charli’s entrance at all.

  Come there? You arrogant…bossy…domineering…spoiled…husband, Charli accused him with her eyes. She caught his split-second sidelong glance. It sent a burst of heat through her. She had the sudden, wild impulse to race over and jump into his arms.

  Somehow she made herself behave with genteel dignity as befitted their formal surroundings and walk calmly to him. She was, after all, still a lady, notwithstanding her husband's efforts to turn her into the baddest of bad girls. Don't worry, Charli. You're doing fine. Nobody here sees your crazy excitement. Stroll. Be cool, just like him.

  Still speaking to his tablemates, Draken stood up and pulled out an empty chair beside him. Charli stumbled a bit and blushed, aware that people were starting to stare at her. Draken was essentia
lly ignoring her despite the gallant gesture.

  He was saying, “Open source is the way forward, but ATC has to keep our foot nine tenths in the private sector until—hey,” he finally acknowledged her as she reached his side. Apparently feeling it was too much trouble to bend to her, he put his hands on her waist, lifted her easily up, and dropped a kiss on her mouth.

  It started as a quick, businesslike peck. But as he raised his head and started to set her down while finishing his thought—“until AI has a better foothold in consumerist markets. Ancel, show them—” she lost a little bit of her mind. Her arms flew around his waist and clung.

  She couldn't stop herself. His jaw sported a sexy shadow and his lips were so velvety and he was so warm and smelling of himself, she couldn’t help taking more and more pecks….

  Help! I want him!

  You’re in public, bitch! Interrupting their technical talk! It’s a conference! Conferences are serious stuff! Stop! Now, stop now!

  Can’t let go! Have him at last!

  You want to get spanked, Charli? He’ll spank you so hard.

  Please, yes, so hard.

  Charli became aware that a hush had fallen over the room and she felt Draken smirk against her mouth. Trust the man not to bat an eyelash; she sometimes wondered if anything could rattle her husband.