by Maggie Twain
At last, the doors ping open and I bounce on through only to crash straight into a brick wall, spilling the drinks all over it.
“Whoa, easy there!”
I have to push up my glasses and that’s when I realize it’s not a brick wall I crashed into at all but a man, a very large man, and now he’s absolutely drenched in coffee. His white shirt is now a mixture of brown, purple and cherry red.
“I’m so sorry,” I squeak and feel like throwing myself from the balcony overlooking the 121st floor. Drat, now I realize I’m one above where I’m supposed to be and there’s nobody sitting at computers or yelling down phones but instead it looks like some rich man’s private penthouse.
The man stares at me the same way as has everybody else since I returned from boarding school and for a moment I almost fear he’s about to do something bad.
Feeling the need for somebody to say something, I repeat, “I’m so sorry. It was an accident.” I put down the bag of muffins and grab him by the hand before taking him to see if there’s a kitchen around this place. “We need to get you out of those clothes before you’re burned.” I realize it’s probably a little too late for that but I have to do something and I’m surprised at how willingly such a large man is giving himself over to me. I glance once over my shoulder and note the bruised cheekbone and cut above the eye. At least I can’t be blamed for those.
I find a kitchen and immediately dash for the basin, soaking a cloth in cold water and saying, “you’d better get out of that shirt, quick.”
Slowly, almost like he’s in some kind of a daze, he begins undoing his buttons before discarding the shirt to the floor. I’m struck by his dense chest muscles and prominent abdominals and the moment I apply the cold compress to his flesh, he grabs ahold of my wrist and stares into my eyes.
Chapter Four
Blake
What in the absolute fuck just happened!
One moment I’m calling the elevator and the next, what has to be the prettiest nerd of a girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life is blundering right into me carrying a tray filled with both hot and cold drinks, and no less from my own company.
She got me good and now I’m absolutely soaking. Not only did she ruin my five thousand dollar Versace shirt but she somehow managed to both scold and freeze me at the same time.
But I don’t care about any of that, not when this girl, whoever the fuck she is, has given me the first twitch I’ve felt in a long time. After that, she took my hand and dragged me into my own fucking kitchen like she owned the place and now I watch as she searches the place, searches for what, who knows? But the last thing I’d ever do is stop her.
Ah, she’s found a cloth and I can’t help but scrutinize her ass while she stands on her tippy toes to turn on the faucet before drenching it in cold water. How such a thing is holding me captivated, I can’t even begin to say, but maybe it’s the way she’s taking charge, maybe it’s that I’m already both amused and intrigued, or maybe it’s that she looks so good in her little nerd’s clothing. She wrings out the cloth and turns around and finally, I can get a good look at her tits. Well, what can I say? Even in that silly sweater, they’re bursting to get out. Maybe I’ll help her out with that.
“You’d better get out of that shirt, quick, sir,” and now she’s telling me to undress, the little minx.
What else can I do but obey?
I undo the buttons and discard the shirt to the floor. It’s not lost on me how, for the first time, she hesitates before me. It’s understandable, I’m six and a half feet of pure testosterone and this little thing is so delicate, fragile and perfect that I’m thinking I could overpower her with my little finger.
She collects herself and then she’s running the cloth over my body and now all I can think about is lifting her up, carrying her to the bedroom and smashing that little pussy until it’s squeezed every last drop of cream from my balls. My cock is already aching and it’s not even funny, but the way it’s straining in my pants actually hurts.
“Of course, I’ll pay for the damage I caused to your shirt, sir.” She continues with the cold compress, not that I give a shit about that. I think she probably burned me but the ice seems to have somehow attenuated any damage to my person. Looks like I got lucky, real fucking lucky.
I wave away her offer. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got plenty more shirts.” Besides, I’d gladly pay the five thousand dollars for this experience, and to have met her. “Who are you anyway and what are you doing in my penthouse?”
“Oh,” she removes the cloth and steps back, I instinctively move forwards, “I think I’m lost. I just started work in the building and was doing the coffee run.” She glances beyond me to the mess she’s made on my carpet. “I think now I’ll have to go back for a second trip. I’m going to be late, so I hope I don’t get into trouble,” she frowns at that last bit.
I grab both her forearms, my fingers link around them because she’s so slim, which makes her huge tits even more remarkable. “Listen to me … I will not stand for anyone giving you any trouble. If anyone, anyone at all says anything about being late then you find me immediately, do you understand?”
She nods and turns red. “Yes, sir, I understand.”
This entire time, I’ve been gazing into her mesmerizing eyes and not once have they averted to where my boner’s reaching halfway down my leg. She’s not like most New Yorkers, her earlier confidence of dragging me about the place was borne from innocence, naivety, and not from the fact she’s learned how to manipulate men. Did she tell me her name? I can’t even remember.
“What’s your name?” I ask for the second time.
She bounces once on her toes in a way that’s totally innocent and now I’m all but convinced she’s not been broken in. “I’m Alice.”
“Alice,” I hiss, such a sweet name to match the girl and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the terrible fear that some other brute might get to be the one to feel her blood spilling over his cock as he takes her virginity. I can’t have that, no, Alice belongs to me, for now and forever and I will do whatever it takes to make it so.
She’s still holding the cloth and she notices that my eyes have dropped to it. “Oh, I’m so sorry, did I burn you?”
I close my eyes and press a hand across the area below the waistband of my pants. “It still smarts a bit here…” I let it trail off and hope she’ll pick up where I left the thought.
“I can help you with that,” she grins and bounces again on her toes. She’s just so sweet and adorable that’s it’s almost too hard to believe she dropped literally into my lap.
“That would be nice,” I say and don’t hesitate to pull my belt out from the loops before dropping my pants. Of course, I’m watching her eyes with immense intrigue and now she’s definitely staring at the monstrous bulge in my CKs. I nod towards the living room and say, “why don’t we take it in there.”
She frowns, “oh, ok, um, let me just get some fresh cold water on this cloth,” she skips back to the sink and my mouth can only drop in wonder. Does she actually believe I want a cold compress? She follows me to the couch where I lie down in only my boxers and then I’m amazed once more when she, truly, slips the cloth just inside the elastic and begins dabbing it around.
What the fuck?
My manhood is so hard that the only thing I can think about is that if she’s not impaling herself on it soon then I’m going to explode. A few seconds is all I can take until I grab her again by the wrist. “Tell me, Alice, have you ever had a man inside of you?”
Instinctively, she looks shyly away but then manages to bring her eyes back. The answer is so obvious that it doesn’t even need to be said but she tells me anyway. “No.”
I hum and am unable to pull my eyes from her tits and the way they’re stretching out her sweater. I bet her granny knitted it. “Have you ever wondered how it feels to have a man inside of you, filling you, stretching you, releasing his seed inside of you?”
It’s hard for her
to look at me now though she remains happy to be distracted by her pointless task with the cloth. If she were to delve just a little further and wrap those little hands around the girth of my shaft, I wouldn’t stop her. “Yes, I’ve wondered.”
The side of my mouth curls upwards. “Alice,” I groan, “would you like to have a man inside of you now?”
She removes the cloth and shifts her gaze to what she’s been avoiding all this time and it’s almost like her looking there causes it to pulse as even more blood begins to flow through it. My big head begins to swirl, which is why I needed to lie down. It’s a common occurrence for us larger men, something we have to deal with when the loss of blood from our heads to other areas causes dizziness.
“Alice,” I repeat, “would you like to have a man inside of you now?” The throbbing is almost too much to bear, I simply must have this girl and soon.
“Yes,” she hisses. Her hand wanders down my abdomen, over my boxers to the root of my cock. I close my eyes and grunt with frustration as the little thing tries to close her hand around it. I’m already leaking so much cum that it’s showing through the material. I need that baby making cream inside of her where it can do its work, not wasted.
I’m about to tell her to undress when her cell starts to ring.
“Oh, one moment, sir,” she pulls the annoying device out from her pocket and answers. “Hello? … yes, I got lost … soon … ok.” She hangs up and moves back to her feet as my overburdened balls wail from inside their sack. “I must go.”
My fist clenches of its own accord. I could beat one off but there’s only one place this nut belongs and that’s fertilizing Alice’s eggs. I have to make it so, which means ensuring I see her again as soon as possible.
“Where do you work?” I demand. There are too many firms operating in this building and I can’t risk losing her.
She hitches her shoulders up toward her ears. “Ruddiger Ventures.”
A breath of air escapes me. So she works for me. I have a rule never to get involved with women I employ, indeed, I forbid it for everybody who works for me but for Alice, I will break every rule I’ve ever made, no matter the consequences.
I stand and pull on my pants. “Go. Make your second coffee run but I’d like you to add one thing to your order, a simple Americano with milk, and deliver it to my office.”
The pretty little nerd pulls out a notepad and writes it down. It’s adorable. “Americano with milk. And which is your office?”
I step up to her and place my hands on her hips, and why not? she’s mine, after all. “The one that says Boss on it.”
Chapter Five
Blake
I set some soft music to play and close the blinds. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been looking out at the city only to find myself inadvertently watching couples fucking over the office furniture. It’s all those high-flyers with their secretaries putting themselves at risk. I’d always criticized them for being so stupid and now I was about to do the exact same thing myself.
But I can’t stop myself.
Damn, but I employ so many people that they escape me. How I missed this one, however, is a mystery, and I make a note to find out in which division she works. I have to keep a close eye on her because there will be plenty of bastards trying to get into her knickers and I can’t allow that to happen.
I’ve already sent Sonja to deal with the mess in my penthouse, which will occupy her for the rest of the day. I want my place looking spotless when I take Alice back there later tonight.
For the hundredth time, I check my watch. How long does it take to get coffee? I don’t think my cock has diminished since we clashed in the elevator and I first felt the heat of her body against mine. It’s almost painful to know that within a few minutes, I’ll be spreading her out across my desk before sinking deep into that tight little cunt. My entire body shivers at the thought.
Finally, there’s a knock at the door, it sounds faint and timid, as timid as a knock on a door can be.
“Come in,” I call and readjust myself from behind my desk.
“This way, Alice,” it’s Doug holding the door open. What the fuck? That’s one way to kill a boner.
My girl steps inside, ducking under his arms carrying a large tray of drinks and I can do nothing but glare at the pair of them. She glides across the floor and places a paper cup on the coaster before scooting back over towards Doug. It’s one of those confusing moments where you undergo a mental stupor and nobody says anything to clue you in on what’s going on.
Finally, Doug says, “Blake, I’d like to introduce you to my daughter, Alice.”
My head snaps back of its own accord. “What?”
His eyebrows pull together. “You do remember our conversation yesterday? I know you said to keep her away from you but she told me you caught her in the elevator and asked for a coffee, so I suppose we can make an exception on this occasion.”
By this point, I’m squinting harder than I’ve ever squinted in my entire life. “Your daughter?” It comes out as an escaped breath. “No.” I mean, there’s absolutely no fucking way.
He places his arm around her waist and grins, the apple of his eye. “Ain’t she beautiful. And did I tell you she’s been accepted to one of the most prestigious colleges in the world?” There’s no way, literally no way that Alice came from that man’s balls. Me thinks Janice had a little secret, God rest her soul.
I shake my head. “I don’t remember, um, I mean, you might have said something.” I blink away the fog. “Harvard, wasn’t it?” Brains as well as beauty. Talk about breeding stock. Again, she’s not Doug’s, there’s absolutely no chance of that, and if he’s too stupid to see it then I’m certainly not. So, she’s the intern.
Alice grins and backs out underneath Doug’s arms with her tray filled with paper cups. I’m still far from being able to think straight.
“Just so you know, Blake, BioMed have accepted our offer of five percent and the contracts are with the legal department right now.” What’s he talking about? “Blake?”
“Huh?”
“We did it, and congratulations, you’re now in the medical industry.”
I scratch my head. “Right.”
He frowns and exits, and for the rest of the day I’m seriously lacking in any coherent thought, which is a dangerous thing when you’re throwing so many millions of dollars around on any given day.
By the time evening rolls around, I’ve never been in greater need of bashing my fists into my trainer’s pads.
Dwayne’s grimacing from the exertion of holding those things and after only two minutes, he can’t take any more and tells me to stop what I’m doing. “Yo! What happened? You only make ten million today or something? If you keep this up, you’re gonna need a new trainer.”
I dance around him, punching at the air. “Yeah, well maybe I ought to do just that.”
Shaking his head he says, “hold up,” and shouts across the gym floor, “Igor, get your ass over here.”
Igor’s the largest trainer in the gym, in fact, to the best of my knowledge, he used to compete in those strongman contests and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen videos of him tugging a monster truck across an airport runway. “Yeah?” He grunts in his Eastern European accent.
Dwayne throws him the pads. “Go nuts, Blake.”
Igor makes a slightly better show of it but after only five minutes, he too is throwing down the pads and going for a lie down.
Dwayne was watching the whole thing and now comes over scratching his head. “Dude, we really have to talk.”
“Screw your talk, I want someone to spar with.” I glance around at the onlookers. “Who’s on for it?”
Everybody’s silent and most of these so-called men are staring down at the sweat and blood covered ground. Some of these people are former boxers and even they won’t face me in a fair contest.
If I don’t beat someone’s ass quick, there’s no telling what I might do. “Ten thousand bucks to the
first man who can stand with me one round?” I’m speaking directly to Mike ‘The Sledgehammer’ Milligan, former light-heavyweight champion, who’s also hit upon hard times and could no doubt do with the money but even he’s pretending to be hard of hearing. Someone behind him coughs. I take the straps off my wrists and throw them down. “Pitiful display.”
If I’d thought the arrival of morning would bring some relief then I was to be very wrong. If anything, the feeling’s even worse, a constant thrumming that’s coming straight from my balls to overtake my entire body. If I’m not releasing inside of Alice soon then I’m liable to do somebody some serious damage.
Sonja has dressed provocatively today in a figure-hugging business suit and black heels. She looks every bit the evil Bond villainess, though far from welcoming her exceptional company, she’s someone I need out of the office otherwise it might be awkward when I’m busy impregnating Alice. Doug’s another fucking problem entirely and I can’t see a way I can get him away from his daughter for any extended period of time. Right now, I’m watching the security camera images on my laptop and annoyingly, Alice is even sitting at the same table. She occasionally gets away from him to carry out the coffee runs but after yesterday, I bet her old man accompanies her there too. I recall he’d even called her cell because she’d been away from him for five minutes, interrupting us when I was a minute away from taking what’s rightfully mine. Somehow, I have to get her away from him, hard as I think that’s going to be, though even if it proves impossible, I still have to see her.
My aching shaft is a constant reminder of the problem I have. Even now, as I watch those grainy images, the blood surges through my cock. How the fuck am I supposed to get any work done when I have this going on? Maybe my ‘no female intern’ policy had been the right thing all along and I should turf her out the building, at least then I’d be able to concentrate. I spin around in my seat, massaging my brain for answers and almost immediately, I spot no fewer than three CEOs in the adjacent skyscrapers fucking their employees over desks. This isn’t helping. Other windows reveal people making coffee, speaking on the phone, even a fistfight and papers flying about all over the place as people egg them on. Finally, I spot a group of people sitting behind a conference table with one man standing at a projector as he makes a presentation.
