Chapter 2: dirty assistant

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 fe

ed it to me like a good girl.” Then he dove back in, tongue flicking her clit fast while his fingers pumped deeply.