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.