CHAPTER 1

Elena screamed with joy as the heavy bass pounded through the club. Her body began to shake because she felt excitement after hearing the music. The tight black dress she wore moved up her legs as she danced. The colorful lights shone on her skin while the alcohol created a pleasant spinning effect in her head.

Her friends laughed and danced beside her. Mia shouted across the space between them because she wanted to reach her friend who danced with her.

“ You need to stop working so many hours for your attractive supervisor. You should enjoy yourself tonight.”

Elena laughed, but her stomach flipped. Six months. Six long months of sitting across from him and taking his sharp orders from his deep commanding voice. Her body reacted against her will because he ordered her to perform tasks. She hated it. She hated him. Or at least she tried to.

“I’m not thinking about him!” she lied while spinning faster. “I’m free tonight!”

The music volume increased. Elena closed her eyes and let her body move. Her body moved in three different ways as her skin shone with sweat. She felt sexy. She felt alive. The beats from the music made her remember Damon.

She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!”

She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest.

“Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger.

Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands.

Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest.

It was him.

Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

“Elena,” he said, voice rough, cutting through the music like a knife. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Her mouth went dry. Her nipples tightened instantly under the thin dress. Between her legs, she felt a rush of wetness.

“I— what are you doing here?” she stammered, trying to step back. His hands stayed on her waist, holding her in place.

“I own this club,” he answered simply. He smiled a dangerous smile that revealed his enjoyment. “You didn’t know?”

Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?”

Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.”

Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled.

She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.”

His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

Elena tried to look indifferent, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy throbbed. She pressed her thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flushed she was.

Damon brought her closer to the VIP ropes as the music played around them, they shared an electrifying connection through their personal space.

“You’ve been teasing me for six months, Elena,” he growled softly. “Your office attire shows off your curves while you bend over my desk. You argue with me because you know it turns me on.”

Her breath hitched. “I do not—”

“Lie to me again and I’ll bend you over right here,” he cut in, eyes dark with hunger.

Elena’s cheeks burned. She lifted her chin, trying to be brave. “You’re my boss. This is inappropriate.”

Damon laughed in a dirty manner lowly. “Inappropriate? Baby, I’ve watched you squeeze your thighs together every time I give you an order. I know you go home and touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.”

She gasped. “Damon!”

“Say it again,” he ordered, pulling her against his hard body. “My name. Just like that.”

The alcohol made her bold. She stared up at him, lips parted. “Damon… you’re an arrogant asshole.”

He smiled like he’d won. “Good girl. Now dance with me.”

He spun her around before she could argue and pressed his body against her back. His big hands settled on her hips. They moved together to the beat. Elena felt his cock press against her ass, which made her realize he was both hard and ready.

“Feel that?” he murmured in her ear, lips brushing her skin. “You make me feel this way every single day at work. My assistant walks around with a dripping cunt and a smart mouth which has given me six months of blue balls.”

Elena moaned softly, the sound lost in the music. “You’re disgusting.”

“You love it,” he shot back, grinding slowly against her. “Tell me the truth. How many times have you fingered yourself thinking about your boss’s cock?”

Her head fell back against his shoulder. “Too many,” she whispered, ashamed and turned on.

“Louder.”

“Too many, Damon! Happy now?”

He laughed darkly and kissed the side of her neck. “Not yet. But I will be.”

They danced for what felt like hours. His hands roamed — sliding up her sides, brushing the underside of her breasts, squeezing her hips. The way he touched her made every part of her body ignite with passion. Elena kept talking, words spilling out because the tension was too much.

“You think you can just own me because you’re rich?” she challenged, breathless.

“I don’t think. I know,” he answered, nipping her earlobe. “You’re mine, Elena. You’ve been mine since the day you walked into my office with that fire in your eyes.”

“I hate you,” she breathed, but she pushed her ass back against him harder.

“You hate how much you want me,” he corrected. His hand slid lower, cupping her pussy over the dress for a second. “Soaked. Just like I thought.”

Elena whined. “Somebody will watch us…”

“Let them watch. Let them see how my assistant melts for me.”

Elena felt tipsy and her face showed red while her body ached so much that she wanted to cry when the club began to empty out. Damon took her hand and pulled her through a back door.

“Where are we going?” she asked, heels clicking on the concrete.

“Somewhere private.”

He led her into the dark alley behind the club. The cool night air hit her hot skin. Before she could speak, Damon pushed her against the rough brick wall, caging her in with his tall body.

“Damon, wait—”

“No more waiting.” His hand slid under her short dress, fingers hooking her soaked panties to the side. “Six months, Elena. Six months of you teasing me with this greedy little cunt.”

CHAPTER 2

Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning. Elena cried out, back arching.

“Oh my God… Damon!”

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled, pumping his fingers deep and fast. Wet, obscene sounds filled the alley as he fingered her roughly. “Listen to that sloppy pussy. All for me.”

Elena grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. “It’s too much… I— ah!”

“Take it,” he ordered, thumb circling her swollen clit. “You’ve been creaming your panties for me every day at work. Now cum on my fingers like the dirty girl you are.”

His words made her clench hard around him. She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip, but moans kept escaping.

“Damon… someone might hear…”

“Let them. I want the whole city to know that my assistant screams for me.” He added a third finger, stretching her. “Say it. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You,” she gasped, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand. “It belongs to you, Damon. Please—”

“Please what?”

“Make me cum. I need it. I hate it but I need it so bad.”

He kissed her hard, swallowing her cries as his fingers fucked her faster. The wet squelching sounds grew louder. Her juices ran down his wrist.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for your boss. Cum like you’ve been dying to for six months.”

Elena shattered. Her orgasm crashed through her, legs shaking, pussy pulsing hard around his thick fingers. She screamed into his mouth, body jerking against the wall.

Damon didn’t stop until she was whimpering, oversensitive and twitching.

When he finally pulled his fingers out, they were shiny and coated with her cream. He lifted them to her lips.

“Open.”

Elena hesitated, cheeks burning with shame and lust.

“I said open, Elena.”

She parted her lips. He slid his fingers inside her mouth.

“Suck. Taste how sweet you are when you’re desperate for me.”

She sucked obediently, tongue swirling, eyes locked on his. The taste of her own pussy made her moan softly.

“Good girl,” Damon praised, voice rough with need. “Look at you. My perfect, fiery assistant, licking her cum off my fingers in a dirty alley.”

He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her thigh.

“I’m sending you home in my car,” he said, already texting his driver. “But this isn’t over. Tomorrow at the office, you’re going to feel every second of what I just did to you.”

Elena’s voice was shaky. “You’re insane.”

“I’m obsessed,” he corrected, cupping her face gently for a moment. Then the cold dominance returned. “Go home. Sleep in that wet dress. Dream about my cock. Because next time, I won’t stop at my fingers.”

As the sleek black car pulled up, Damon opened the door for her.

“Tomorrow, Elena. Don’t be late.”

She slid inside, legs still trembling, pussy still throbbing.

“I hate you, Damon Voss,” she whispered as the door closed.

He smiled through the window. “No, baby. You’re addicted. Just like me.”

The morning after the club, Elena walked into the sleek glass tower like she was stepping into a war zone. Her thighs still ached from Damon’s thick fingers stretching her last night. Every step made her ruined panties rub against her swollen pussy, and she hated how wet she stayed just thinking about it.

She kept her head down at her desk, typing reports as fast as she could. But the air felt heavy. Damon was in his office, door half-open, barking orders on calls. His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse.

“Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.”

She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did.

“Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy.

He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

Elena’s face burned. “I’m fine. What do you need?”

Damon’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I need you to stop pretending you didn’t cum like a slut on my fingers in that alley. Sit down and take notes.”

All day he was worse than usual , more demanding. But every time she bent over to grab a file, his eyes devoured her ass. Every time she crossed her legs, he stared at her thighs like he wanted to spread them right there.

“Elena, redo this report. It’s sloppy,” he said at 6 p.m.

“It’s perfect,” she shot back, glaring.

His eyes darkened. “Do it again. And stay late. Everyone else can go home.”

By 8 p.m. the office was empty and silent. Elena’s heart pounded as she finished the report. Her phone buzzed.

Damon:My private penthouse suite. Top floor. Now.

She took the private elevator up, legs shaking. The doors opened straight into his luxurious penthouse office. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the glittering city lights sparkling like diamonds. Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry.

“Close the door,” he ordered.

She did. “Damon, about last night—”

He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist.

“Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.”

Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

“Damon! What are you— oh fuck!”

His mouth attacked her pussy like a starving man.

Elena screamed, hands flying to his hair. “You arrogant bastard! You can’t just—”

Damon’s tongue dragged through her wet folds with a loud, obscene slurp. “Mmm, fuck yes. This sweet cunt is already leaking for your boss. Six months of teasing me and now you’re dripping down my chin.”

He sucked her swollen clit hard, making wet sucking noises that echoed in the quiet penthouse. His thick fingers pushed inside her without warning, two at first, then three, stretching her roughly.

Elena’s hips jerked. “Oh my God… Damon! Slow down, you fucking animal!”

He pulled back just enough to growl, lips shiny with her juices. “Slow down? Baby, I’ve waited six months to eat this pussy. You’re going to feed it to me like a good girl.” Then he dove back in, tongue flicking her clit fast while his fingers pumped deeply.

CHAPTER 3

The sounds were loud wet squelches as he finger-fucked her, greedy sucking on her clit, his groans vibrating against her. Elena’s legs shook. She fisted his hair tighter, trying to push him away even as she ground her pussy against his face.

“You’re such an asshole,” she moaned, voice breaking. “I hate how good this feels. I hate you!”

Damon chuckled against her cunt, the vibration making her cry out. “Hate me all you want, Elena. But this greedy little hole is creaming all over my tongue. Look at you, my proper assistant grinding on her boss’s face like a desperate whore.”

He sucked harder, fingers curling inside her to hit that spot that made stars explode behind her eyes.

Elena’s head fell back against the glass. “Fuck… Damon… right there! Don’t stop, you bastard!”

“Cum for me,” he demanded between messy licks. “Cum on my face, baby. Drip for your boss. I want your juices running down my suit.”

She came hard the first time, screaming his name. “Damon! Oh shit, I’m coming!”

Her pussy clenched and gushed. Clear juices squirted onto his tongue and chin. Damon groaned like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, lapping noisily, drinking every drop while his fingers kept pumping.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, voice thick. “First one down. Give me another.”

Elena was still shaking when he attacked again, even hungrier. He sucked her oversensitive clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly with his tongue. His fingers slammed in and out, making wet, sloppy sounds that filled the room.

“Damon, it’s too much!” she cried, tears pricking her eyes. “I can’t— fuck, I’m going to cum again!”

“Yes you can,” he growled, face buried deep. “This pussy belongs to me now. Cum again, Elena. Soak your boss’s face like the filthy slut you are for me.”

She shattered a second time, harder than the first. Her whole body convulsed. “Damon! Yes! Fuck yes, I’m cuming so hard!”

More juices gushed out, running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. Damon’s chin and shirt were shiny and messy with her cream. He kept licking slowly, cleaning her up with long, hungry strokes until she was whimpering and twitching.

Finally he stood up, towering over her. His face glistened with her wetness. Without a word he grabbed her jaw and kissed her brutally. His tongue pushed into her mouth so she could taste her own pussy.

He stepped back and unzipped his trousers. His thick, veiny cock sprang out rock hard, leaking precum from the swollen tip.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

Elena sank down, eyes wide. “Damon… it’s so big.”

“Suck it,” he said roughly. “I want that smart mouth choking on my cock.”

She wrapped her hand around the base and licked the leaking head. Damon groaned and grabbed her hair.

“Don’t tease. Open wide.”

He pushed in, filling her mouth in one thrust. Elena gagged instantly as the thick head hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, hips moving. “Take it deeper, baby. I’ve dreamed about fucking this pretty face for months.”

He started thrusting harder, rougher. His cock slammed into her throat again and again, making wet, gagging sounds. Saliva dripped from her chin onto her blouse.

Elena’s eyes watered. She looked up at him, mascara running, and moaned around his cock.

“That’s it,” Damon praised, voice strained. “Cry for me while you choke on it. My perfect little assistant, throat-fucked in my penthouse like a cheap whore.”

He gripped her hair tighter and fucked her mouth faster, balls slapping against her chin. “You like that? Being used by your boss? Say it with my cock in your mouth.”

Elena could only make muffled, sloppy sounds. “Mmmph— yes!”

“Louder,” he demanded, pulling out for a second so strings of spit connected her lips to his cock. “Tell me how much you love sucking your boss’s dick.”

“I love it,” she gasped, voice hoarse. “I love choking on your big cock, Damon. Use my throat. Please.”

He shoved back in roughly, groaning. “Good girl. Such a dirty mouth. I’m going to fuck it until you can’t speak tomorrow.”

Tears streamed down her face as he used her mouth without mercy. The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging and slurping filled the penthouse. Damon’s hips snapped forward, driving deeper each time.

“Fuck, your throat feels better than I imagined,” he growled. “Swallow around it. Milk my cock.”

Elena obeyed, swallowing convulsively. Damon cursed loudly.

“Shit— I’m close. But not yet.”

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard, cock shiny with her spit. Elena coughed, gasping for air, lips swollen and red.

Damon yanked her up and kissed her again, tasting the mess they’d made.

“You’re mine now, Elena,” he said against her mouth. “Every hole. Every night. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered, voice wrecked. “But you’re still an arrogant bastard.”

He laughed darkly, eyes full of filthy promise. “And you’re my addicted little slut. Get ready, baby. This is only the beginning.”

One week later, the board meeting had been a bloodbath. Damon stormed out of the conference room. His jaw was locked tight, his suit still perfect, but everyone could feel the danger rolling off him. He didn’t say a word to anyone except one short text to Elena.

Damon: My main penthouse. Now. Urgent work. Don’t make me wait.

Elena’s heart slammed in her chest the whole ride up in the private elevator. She knew what this was.

The doors opened straight into his sprawling main penthouse. Damon stood by the glass, tie loosened, top buttons open.

“Close the door, Elena,” he said, voice low and dangerous.

She did. Her skirt hugged her ass, her blouse stretched tight over her hard nipples.

Damon turned slowly. His dark eyes locked on hers. “Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done to me?”

Elena stepped closer, breath already coming fast. “Tell me.”

He closed the distance in two strides and pinned her hard against the cool glass. His big hand yanked her tight skirt up around her waist in one rough pull.