Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set

by Richensexi, Amanda

  I'd have a gourmet lunch brought in and summon you to my office. I'd put you over my lap and wallop your naked ass until it's enchantingly red. Then, if you ask me very nicely, I'd feed you a bite of food. Then spank you. Bite. Spank. You get the idea. By the time you've eaten a five-course meal, your belly will be full but your pussy will be achingly empty. And your butt would burn, but as you now know, it's a sweet agony, isn't it? Then I'd put two fingers into your pussy, twist them around and quickly pull them out again, and at that point, darling, you'd promise me the moon. That might be when I have you go down on your knees and give you your dessert―one hot blast of cum from my cock. Afterwards we'd be a little pressed for time, but before you leave, I'd make sure to offer you my knee to hump so you could get your little rocks off, which you'd do very prettily, thanking me the whole time for being so generous. Then I'd make you apologize for making my pants all wet, punish you by inserting Hot Pink into your pussy and pinching your tender nipples, then remove Hot Pink and send you on your way, already moist and ready for the next time I see you.

  I could go on―you inspire me constantly―but I think that should be enough material for you to work with for now.

  -DA

  TO: Draken Almatto

  FROM: Charli Fontina

  RE: Meeting Monday 9/19

  Mr. Almatto,

  Oh, God. You are a terrible, evil man. Sometimes I really hate you. Have I mentioned that before?

  Oh, and what if I sold that email you just sent me to the tabloids? Do you think I could make a lot of money and maybe buy that skyscraper from you? I could also blackmail you. Ever think about THAT?

  You want me to announce I'm sexually taken to all my friends and followers. You must be on crack.

  Also there's no need to keep calling me a fuck toy. Believe me, I've gotten the message. You've made it VERY CLEAR that's all I am to you. If I haven't made it equally clear, that's all you really are to me too even if I do wish to actually have a real conversation with you once in a while. So. Just wanted that out there.

  Re: the spankings. Do you think I have some kind of a daddy complex? Because I don't. Besides, you're 27, which happens to be only THREE YEARS older than me. You may be much bigger than me and stupidly wealthy but you are definitely not my daddy.

  Still, everything you said in your last email made me so wet. Damn, I wish I didn't want you so much.

  -Charli

  Ms. Fontina,

  What are we engaging in right now, if not a conversation?

  Feel free to hock that email, Ms. Fontina. But don't bother blackmailing me, it won't work. Yes, I'm calling your charming little bluff. I don't give a fuck about people knowing my kinks, I have no expectation you won't sell it (you are a woman, right?) and I applaud entrepreneurs. However, my skyscraper is not for sale regardless. Silly girl.

  You're right, I do not feel paternal toward you. But I will gladly smack your ass when you need it. (Except today. You clearly need it, but you'll have to wait till Monday.)

  There's no shame in being a fuck toy. Although you do shame beautifully, especially in a room full of executives with your legs open, exposing your ravenous cunt. That horrified look you get on your face when you realize we're all looking at you, as if you want to hide under the table, is priceless. And then when you come, and you're just sailing on blissful sensations, unaware of any of us...that's the behavior of a quintessential fuck toy.

  But you don't sound like a woman on the verge of orgasm. You sound sassy, rebellious, and dripping with snark. So I think we need a few more instructions to help you drip with something a little nicer today.

  It's late on a weekday, so I'll assume you're at home in your apartment, alone. If not, tell anybody else there to get lost. Then.

  Take one finger, reach between your legs and into your panties and put it directly on your clit. Hold it there without moving it for exactly five minutes. You'll want to move it, but not even a twitch is allowed, my very bad girl.

  When the five minutes are up, take your finger off your clit. You are to wait two minutes, then put the finger back on your clit, keeping it unmoving as before, for another five minutes.

  Repeat this cycle continually until you receive a text from me.

  Start right now.

  -DA

  Text Transcript

  Draken: Hi gorgeous. How wet is your finger?

  Charli: That was not fun.

  Draken: Answer me.

  Charli: Fuck you. Wet. Like the Amazon River.

  Draken: Next. Don't touch your clit but put your finger at the entrance to your cunt.

  Draken: Send me a one-letter text to acknowledge you have done this and are waiting for the next instruction.

  Charli: F

  Draken: Good. Now press your finger inward so you're just nudging your cunt hole but not actually penetrating it.

  Draken: The rhythm goes nudge―circle―nudge―circle.

  Draken: Keep nudging/probing/teasing your hole until I send you another text. Do not actually insert your finger at any time.

  Draken: OK, I'm back. How are you doing?

  Charli: That was fifteen minutes of that you asshole

  Draken: I know. I drank two glasses of wine.

  Draken: Now it's time to repeat the exercise you did before with your clit. Five minutes on, two minutes off. Remember, no wiggling the finger.

  Draken: It's just positioned there, reminding your clit what it can't have.

  Draken: Keep it up until I text you again. It may be a while. I have some work to do.

  Draken: Hello, Charli. So how are you doing now?

  Charli: Please I can't stand it anymore. I want to stop.

  Draken: Much better. How wet are you darling?

  Charli: I have to change my panties.

  Draken: Poor girl. Pussy pulsing?

  Charli: Yes.

  Draken: Where did all your snarky comments go?

  Charli: Help.

  Draken: Too much? You're all right, baby.

  Draken: Are you lying in bed?

  Charli: Y

  Draken: Well lie there, squeeze those thighs together and think of all the things I want to do to you, Ms. Cuteness.

  Charli: I can't do this for four days.

  Draken: No? Don't you like it?

  Charli: Yes I do, damn you. I will try.

  Draken: Good girl.

  Charli: You make me so crazy. I want you so much.

  Draken: It's mutual, Charli. It's fucking mutual.

  Draken: I just jacked off picturing you there doing what I said, and I'm already hard again.

  Draken: Have I told you your pussy is the best thing I've ever tasted?

  Charli: No

  Draken: Very tangy. And I've eaten at some gourmet places.

  Charli: Ass

  Draken: Sleep well, baby.

  Chapter 1

  The night had been hell for Charli. Draken knew it, too, the diabolical man. He knew she'd spend the night tossing and turning in bed, hyper-aware of her body, unable to fill the aching void in her sex. She didn't dare touch herself again, because she knew what would happen.

  So what? You should have just fired off your engine and damn his orders. He'd never have known.

  Oh, yes, he would. He reads your body language too well. If you take an unauthorized orgasm, somehow he'll know. He has a preternatural awareness of that stuff, just like Rani, who's known you for seven years. Hasn't Rani been telling you you need to get laid for months? And now look what happened.

  The question she was dying to know: Had Draken suffered as badly as she had last night? At least he'd had some relief by his own hand. Maybe he'd even called a woman after he stopped texting Charli.

  She moaned just thinking about him effecting his own relief. But when her mind went to picture Draken in bed with another woman, she found her hands curling.

  Would you actually get into a cat-fight over that bastard?

  Probably. Foolish Charli! He'd laugh at your presumpt
ion. You're not his girlfriend, remember.

  But when Charli checked her phone as she was getting ready to leave for work and found his text waiting for her Friday morning, her eyes widened.

  Draken: Morning beauty

  Draken: At work yet?

  Charli: Getting ready, Mr. Almatto. What do you want?

  Draken: Mm. Tetchy in the mornings, are we. Can you change your plans today?

  Charli was chagrined to find herself wanting to send an unequivocal yes. Especially if it means I'll get to see you and you can give me that orgasm you made me need ALL FUCKING NIGHT.

  Charli: Maybe. What do you have in mind?

  Draken: I'd like you to come for an interview.

  Charli: A job interview? I'm already employed as you well know.

  Draken: Temporary work. Official stuff through an agency.

  Draken: Can you call in today?

  Charli: With what excuse?

  Draken: Simply tell your boss the client asked for your services all day.

  Draken: I can vouch for its effectiveness. My employees use it on me all the time.

  Draken: Besides it's true. I am your client and I am asking you to come to an all-day interview.

  Charli: What kind of job?

  Draken: Product demonstration. We need demonstrators. Pays well.

  Draken: No assurance you'll get the job despite my inviting you. You're competing with four other candidates.

  Charli: Interviews for a product demo job for Almatto Tech Sport? That's weird. Sure OK I guess I can do it.

  Draken: Actually for a new division, ATJ, not ATS.

  Draken: I'll explain when you show up. Be there at nine sharp.

  Charli: Be where?

  Draken: Seven Tech Tower. 9th Floor. Talk to desk attendant after you get off the elevator. Are we confirmed?

  Charli: Will you be there?

  Draken: For at least part of it. I'm trying to arrange to be there the whole day.

  Charli: OK. What kind of dress?

  Draken: Formal business wear, as you'd wear for any interview. Don't forget your glasses.

  Draken: No panties, though. I never want you stepping inside Seven Tech Tower wearing panties.

  Draken: Or pants or tights or anything covering that pussy.

  Charli: What, never ever? Even after you tire of me and we're like strangers who don't even pass in the night?

  Draken: Never ever. For the rest of your existence, you may not cover your pussy in my building.

  Charli: A very strange man, you are.

  Draken: It's called eccentricity in my circles.

  Draken: Is your clit throbbing this morning?

  Charli: Yes.

  Draken: Not enough I'll bet. Put your finger down there and knock it around until you're about to come.

  Draken: Right before you do, remove your finger.

  Charli: Oh God I don't know if I can. I swear I'm already close. What if I mess up?

  Draken: You can. Messing up will not be tolerated. Text me when you're done.

  Charli: Done.

  Charli: Bastard.

  Draken: Aching, darling?

  Charli: Yes

  Draken: Do you have a gym membership?

  Charli: No

  Draken: I'll put you on my membership here.

  Charli: You mean in the tower? So I'd have to work out without underwear? You must be nuts.

  Draken: You'll need some release by the end of the day.

  Charli: What does that mean?

  Draken: It means if you think you're frustrated now, you have no idea.

  Charli: Aha! I knew there was something weird about this interview.

  Charli: I changed my mind. No interview.

  Draken: Did I mention the pay is a minimum of a hundred thousand dollars if you get selected?

  Charli: Damn you to hell Draken.

  Charli: What do you have up your sleeve?

  Charli: SORRY. I meant Mr. Almatto.

  Draken: Would you like your punishment for your transgression today or on Monday?

  Charli: You're serious aren't you. Why does everyone else get to call you Draken but not me?

  Charli: Mr. Almatto makes it sound like you're my Italian teacher or something.

  Draken: You know why.

  Charli: Monday then. And bye. I have to go if I'm going to be there by 9.

  Draken: Don't be late.

  Chapter 2

  Charli wasn't late. But when she got to the door marked Almatto Tech Joy―wait, what, Joy? Was that seriously the name of the company?―she was the last interviewee to arrive. The four other women sitting in the reception area looked up at her as she entered.

  All women? What kind of job is this?

  The question took on more meaning as she looked around. The place looked at first like every other waiting area she'd ever seen, until she noticed the art on the walls. Instead of the usual sterile still-lifes or landscapes, the photos were black-and-whites of women and men wearing passionate expressions, showing flashes of skin. Was that a naked breast? And what was that man doing with his hand down by his belly? And was that a―

  Oh, boy.

  Joy.

  "Hello. You're here for the trial run," the cheerful receptionist said when Charli just stood there with her mouth open. "Name?"

  "I'm Charli." She shoved her glasses up her nose. "Uh, Charli Fontina."

  "Sign here, Ms. Fontina."

  Charli stared down at the form with lots of small print shoved in front of her. "What is this?"

  "It's a release to do with the use of recordings. It basically says we can use any recordings we make of you today freely for internal operations - that means not for distribution outside of ATJ. Read it if you like."

  Charli scanned the document, then scrawled her signature. "I, uh, wonder if you could tell me what this is exactly―I mean, what is Almatto Tech Joy anyw―"

  The Curse of Draken's Building was upon Charli again, and her poise had deserted her. Just being in the same building as the Big Man apparently made her lose her mind. She was interrupted mid-stammer by the door to the inner office opening.

  "Greetings, everyone." A tall beanpole of a man in glasses whom Charli had never seen before smiled at the room at large. "Welcome to Almatto Tech Joy, where tech meets sex and has a fiesta." Laughter greeted his slogan, except for Charli, who stood there with her mouth wide open. "We're ready to start. Will you ladies all come with me?"

  Nobody spoke as they trailed the man through corridors. Charli hung back, feeling the outsider here as she choked on the thick perfumed air in the women's wake. The women walking ahead of her looked scarily sophisticated in their elegantly tailored suits. Not only that, but they had flawlessly slim figures, notably flatter than Charli's. Two were blondes, one a brunette, and one a redhead―and all were stunning.

  In comparison, Charli felt short and dumpy in her new black suit that failed to shape to her bosom and hips. Off-the-rack business suits just weren't made for pocket Venus figures like hers and always looked bulky on her.

  She soon found herself passing through a doorway labeled RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT and led to a surprisingly large auditorium where there were dozens of people milling about.

  Most wore suits, but several in their white lab coats looked to be scientists. And on the stage was a strange-looking metallic chair that had odd gizmos and levers on it. A sign above it read ROBASM.

  The man who'd fetched them hopped up onto the stage and grabbed a microphone, which Charli thought was overkill until she looked around and saw even more people sitting in the audience.

  "Thanks for coming, everyone. I see we have investors, developers, researchers, administrators, production staff, even a couple of press people...have I missed anyone?" the man said, his voice booming through the mic. "Oh, yes, the applicants. Thanks for coming, ladies." He winked toward Charli's group. "We're glad to welcome you to Almatto Tech Joy, the newest and, if I do say so myself, most innovative division of the Almatto Tech
Corporation. I'm Gordon Howing, and I'm leading the research team here at ATJ. Today as you all know we're moving through the final steps before launching the pride and joy―see what I did there?―of Almatto Tech Joy's production line, the world's first true robotic pleasure machine intended for mass market worldwide distribution. R&D teams in Japan, Germany, and here have been working on this project for close to four years, and it just came out of testing. Today is both a practice demonstration and a screen test, if you will, to select our top demonstrators. The two lucky people selected will be doing product demo for the actual launch as well as other promotions in the next twelve months."