The Appointment

After Moriah finished ranting to Freda, she went back to her desk in the penthouse floor, her pout still visible on her slightly freckled face.

“Oh, there you are, Moriah! I just received a text from Elena that she’s about to get here. Please send her in, when she arrives,” Her bossy superior ordered as he stepped outside his executive office while checking his branded special edition watch.

Shaking her head, the sniffing, swollen-eyed brunette walked towards the outer halls of the penthouse office where the elevators were. One of the mirrored lifts dinged and slid open to reveal an almost skeletal slim pale-skinned 5’7 redhead in a loose French twist and make-up that was better worn in a dark nightclub.

“Hello, ma’am,” Moriah sullenly greeted the scantily dressed female.

Extremely short leather skirt with a slit on the side… a red tube top showing off her navel… black 5-inch strappy stilettos… is she planning to audition at a strip club later?

Hi, girl. Is Damien in? I have a two o’clock appointment with him and it’s already a minute passed it. Traffic was terrible you see,” Elena remarked while chewing gum as she looked at the secretary from head to toe.

“So much for being on time… Well, with the way she’s dressed, she would indeed cause a traffic jam,” Moriah murmured under her breath.

“Did you say something, Miss?” the gum-chewing girl asked as she walked out of the elevator and stepped into the crimson carpeted hall.

“No ma’am. Please, Sir Damien is already waiting for you.” replied the top-heavy secretary.

She then watched as Elena swiftly zeroed in on the double doors of the massive penthouse’s executive office, impatiently jerking open one of the doors into Damien’s office, then gently entering.

“Daah-liiing, sorry for being late, traffic’s a bitch!”

“Well, I would understand why, with the way your dressed, babe. Come on, I need you to relax me, babe. The tension is making me HARD…

Moriah, who has now returned to her desk just outside her employers door and completely heard the lewd exchange, just rolled her eyes in exasperation as she returned to her day’s task of responding to emails.

DAMIEN’S POV

Sitting on my dark masculine-styled couch in my office, I could hear the faint exchange of voice between my secretary and a lady I can’t put a face on.

Quickly removing my suit jacket and tie, I adjusted the top buttons of my long-sleeved light blue polo. Just as I folded my jacket and tie then placed them neatly on the coffee table in front of me, I sat up as I heard the sound of one office’s double doors opening. Elena’s pixie-like face popped into the entryway’s opening, a wide smile on her face.

No wonder I can’t put a face to her voice… I thought as I readied myself for our day’s scheduled meeting.

I only use Elena’s free offer of her body which is always at my disposal to annoy my wolf, Thorn, who seems to always be agitated due to the fact that they still cannot find his Luna and their mate yet.

Groaning internally, he could feel his Thorn’s immense displeasure and disappointment due to what is about to happen. Because each and every time Elena comes for an appointment, his wolf is always ready to fight her offers off.

And Damien will never allow his wolf to overpower his command!

“I will reveal myself to the human world and out you if you continue to have sex with her. That is how how much I hate her smell! I want my mate not just any lusty cunt to fuck, Damien,” his wolf threatened him upon smelling Elena as she made her way towards him.

Humans does not know of their existence. And he plans to keep that fact intact. Which is why he was being blackmailed by his wolf about this.

His secretary, Moriah, is a human and so is Elena who is kneeling at his front, fully clothed.

Tell you what, Thorn, I’ll not let Elena touch us ever again, if and when we find our mate, and not a second before that. Meanwhile if you can’t sniff out a female willing to service us that likes and would do it for free then you and I are stuck fucking this bitch. Is that clear, wolf!?

Thorn answered by merely viciously growling in his head. And considering what Elena was now doing, Damien can understand why…

The green-eyed redhead slowly kneeled between his wide-open muscled things, allowing him a peek of her almost flat cleavage as she lightly touched the growing bump on his pants’ groin area.  Elena, upon finally settling on the floor in front of him, carefully lowered his fly as she wet her lips with her tongue. The young dark-haired Internet Tycoon could feel his hardened shaft throbbing as it quickly sprung out of his trousers’ confines. Elena’s soft hands on it feels warm and inviting but he held back from coming immediately as her tongue touched the head of his shaft to taste his thick, whitish pre-cum.

“Take it all into your mouth, baby. I want to feel my head touch your throat,” requested/ordered Damien.

She glanced upward to his but still licking his bulbous smooth head and naughtily smiled. Elena waited for the count of three before opening her thick lips wide then encompassing his pulsing veined length with her open mouth.

Damien murmured a curse under his breath as the very willing female began bobbing her head to a rhythm that she knew her regular lover prefers. Well, since services so many other men in her life, it’s good to remember her loyal lovers’ preferences…

No wonder Thorn hates the way she smells! It’s a proven scientific fact that women who have multiple bed mates would eventually start smelling like a public latrine inside their cores…  

“Keep it going, babes. I’m almost about to come!”

The lascivious lass went deeper and used her hands to release and play with Damien’s compact medium-sized balls. Good thing this handsome business owner never wears underwear, so it was easier for Elena to do what she wants with his turgid tool.

With a low moan, Damien stretched as his groin contracted, his hand that was holding his consistent but temporary sexual partner’s hair has now tightly curled around clumps of the redhead’s formerly beautifully arranged French twist…

“FUUUCK… I’M CUMMING ELENAAA!!! TAKE IT ALL! AAAAAHHH!!!”

As he groaned out his commands, the Alpha felt his body jerk upwards spurting his thick semen into the poor girl’s mouth. It was so strong that his liquids squirted forcefully into Elena’s larynx and nasal cavity, causing the woman to slightly sputter, gag and cough with her stuffed mouth still wide open.

The choking lass quickly pulled out from Damien’s still pulsing dick, causing his seed to spill all over his silk trousers…

“Shit! Why’d you pull out too early, woman?” yelled the multi-billionaire in an intensely upset tone.

Well, that’s what you get for just fucking any female who’s not our mate, D! A hoarse growling voice exclaimed inside the angry human’s mind.

“Oh, sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll fix it. I could have it laundered and pressed why you lock yourself in your office until I return,” suggested his panicky human sex toy as she quickly stood up.

“Never mind. I have a better idea… I’ll just punish you instead,” Damien hissed as he pushed Elena on the sofa so she fell with her legs apart. He then forcefully roughly slid into her wet and slightly loose pussy.

I knew it! She didn’t have any panties on! That’s why I could smell her pre-cum as she entered my office door…

Moaning, Elena grabbed his tight, muscled ass and pushed him deeper into her dripping swollen slit. The lust-filled grey-eyed male knows that she is always a beast in bed as they always meet on different occasions outside the office to sedate their needs.

He couldn’t get why a pretty lady like her who is already engaged to a younger man would do this with him and not with her fiancé.

His loss, for choosing a cheater like her, the still-engorged male thought to himself with a smirk.

However, as he kept forcefully pounding Elena’s pulsing and juiced-up vagina, Damien realized with slight alarm, that could not feel his wolf. He knows anytime this intimacy between him and Elena occurs, Thorn would always hide in a corner where he can’t communicate or connect with him. He usually comes out after a week or so, which made Damien not too worried. It actually surprised him that his wold decided to mock him awhile back when he ejaculated all over himself…

Speaking of which, the randy Alpha could once again feel his toes beginning to curl and his groin tightening. He then quickly pulled out of her and poured out his sperm on her lower body, since he never wore condoms and never intends on getting Elena pregnant. That was the last thing he would do because he has not and never would he give up on finding his mate. This intimate relationship between him and Elena is just a fling and he knew that well. He would never settle for less and not with a cheating bitch like her.

“There, now we’re even. You get your clothes cleaned of my cum before, your fiancé finds out,” chuckled Damien as he stood from the sofa and zipped up.

“Aww… now I’m smelling like chlorine, lover! You could have jacked off inside me. I take pills, regularly, you know.”

What, and take the risk of you blackmailing me with a kid somewhere in the future? No way, Jose am I risking that, you unfaithful whore!

Ignoring what Elena just said, Damien countered her suggestions with his own, “Go to my bathroom at the end of this office and you can wash up there. I also have a stash of expensive cologne that you can use inside the mirrored wall cabinet above the sink.

“Whaaat? And smell like a guy? No thanks, Earl will definitely be more suspicious if he smells that gross stuff on me. It’s ok, I have a small spritzer of my perfume with me,” the sexually content girl chattered as she made her way into Damien’s black and steel-themed private bathroom. “Why have you never told me this was here before, Damien? I thought this was a closet or something for super-secret projects…”

Yep, definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed. I bet a fucking sex doll, pun intended, has a higher IQ then her, snickered the slightly bearded app creator. Am I glad you’re not my mate.  

Fully knowing that what he was doing with Elena was wrong, he still could not stop himself from having sex with his client’s fiancé if she kept throwing herself at him

Hell, he was no saint, after all!

Sorry, Earl but you have to find out the truth about your cunt of a fiancé on your own. Your contract with GSD is too big for me to just let you go.