Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set

by Richensexi, Amanda

  As she sat there on the folding chair clutching her arms, Charli could not look away from the image on the screen. Watching the blonde's face change from shocked to passionately aroused freaked her out. The first twenty minutes were the most intense. After that, the blonde seemed to remember her audience and her expression became exaggerated, as her mouth kept opening dramatically and her eyes widened artfully with ecstasy. At that point it did become kind of like a porn video. The people around Charli lost interest. Charli had never been all that into porn, but it seemed as if Draken had reset her voyeuristic buttons or something, because she found she couldn't tear her gaze away until the session was over.

  During the break, several people walked up to casually chat with her. Some hinted about her relationship with Draken. Some recognized her because they'd seen her picture on Draken's phone. Matthew came by to ask her if she needed anything. He was being solicitous to all the candidates, but most of all, to Elizabeth―who didn't seem to want to have anything to do with him.

  And during the break, Charli drank cream soda and checked her phone, but Draken neither texted her nor came out to visit.

  The next woman called was Elizabeth.

  Chapter 4

  As soon as Elizabeth was led out of the auditorium, Charli stared at the screen fixedly, waiting for the redhead's face to appear. The voices came before the visual. Whether because of the noise in the auditorium or the microphone's volume setting, they remained in the background, hard to hear. When Elizabeth's face finally came on the screen, it was frowning.

  A male voice from behind Charli said, "Stubborn woman."

  Startled, Charli turned to see that Matthew had taken a seat beside her, his attention unswerving from the screen.

  "You like her, don't you?" Charli said.

  Matthew smiled. "Yes, Ms. Fontina. I like her."

  "Even though," Charli recalled, "you live with three women." She had learned this fact last week during her most recent encounter with Draken and his assistant.

  "Yes, even though," Matthew agreed, telling Charli nothing. The man was a mystery. Alerted when his eyes narrowed, Charli glanced back at the screen―and caught her breath.

  Elizabeth's face had frozen. Her jaw was clenched. The ambient sounds suggested she was being attached to the Robasm.

  "She seems stressed," Charli managed. "I guess―I'm guessing she's one of the people who has―uh―who has a hard time―"

  "Elizabeth hasn't had an orgasm ever," Matthew said so mildly it took a moment to sink in.

  Charli's jaw dropped. "Ever?"

  "Mm, no. She refuses to. That girl's the original ice queen. Reaction to having parents at the opposite end of the spectrum. They sleep around indiscriminately and embarrass the hell out of her, so Eliza decided long ago to lock up her pussy and throw away the key."

  "Oh." Having Draken's assistant speak so bluntly to her was a bit disconcerting, until she remembered he'd already seen her naked body up close and personal. And as for the things he'd seen her do...no, she had no excuse feeling shy around Matthew.

  And now she knew that Elizabeth had never experienced a climax and didn't even want to, there was no way Charli could not watch the screen. The Robasm had its work cut out for it if it were going to bring this reluctant woman to an orgasmic state.

  For the first few minutes after the Robasm started operating, the young woman's lips were set in a thin line. Her eyelids could be seen twitching. Then, suddenly, a bloom of sweat coated her upper lip. Her eyes shut briefly, then opened again to reveal the beginnings of agitation.

  Charli heard a low masculine groan beside her. The sound was so uncharacteristic of the debonair Matthew that she had to look at him.

  He was sitting up arrow-straight, his jaw set, his tongue making a bulge in his sculpted cheek. He didn't seem aware that Charli was watching him, and Charli would bet nothing short of an earthquake could tear his attention away from Elizabeth's face right now.

  "Uh, Matthew?" she blurted. "Why aren't you in there with her? I'm sure Draken would let you watch if you asked."

  Matthew didn't answer at first. Then he blew out a gust of air. "Eliza would leave."

  She looked back at the screen. Now Elizabeth's nostrils were flaring and her teeth were delicately biting down on her inner lip―subtle signs Charli might not have noticed if the screen weren't broadcasting an extreme close-up of her face.

  Matthew clearly noticed. He shifted and swiped at his brow.

  Charli wondered what was happening in that room. What could the Robasm be doing to Elizabeth to elicit those small but distinct reactions? Charli's lack of experience made it hard for her to imagine. One thing she was sure of, though―it wasn't simply penetrating and vibrating, like most sex toys.

  Whatever the stimulation, Elizabeth managed to school her expression for a while. But when a couple of minutes later she suddenly and audibly gasped, Matthew softly cursed.

  On screen, Elizabeth started to say something, then abruptly jerked her chin down, checking out her own body. Quickly she looked back up, but now her pale face was flushed and her eyes had a desperate look to them.

  Beside Charli, Matthew shrugged out of his suit jacket, meeting her gaze wryly. "Much more of this, and I'm going to have to find Sally."

  Sally, Charli recalled, was a willing and beautiful coworker at Almatto Tech Sport. Charli managed not to blush. "I don't understand," she said. "Is she―what's happening to her?"

  Matthew cleared his throat. "We can't see what the Robasm is doing to her, but you see that expression on her face?"

  Charli nodded. "She looks like she's trying not to cry."

  "She's trying not to respond. She doesn't like to lose control. The machine's sensors sense that she is responding, though, and they're doing more of what she's responding to."

  Which is what? Why won't anyone reveal what exactly the thing does?

  "Why doesn't she just get off the machine for a minute to give herself a break?"

  "She's trying. See how her chin jerks up and she starts to say something? She's trying to give the voice command to halt the program, but then an attachment that wasn't in play before does something surprising." Matthew's voice was steady. "Draken hired some of the best psych people in the world. The robot doesn't just stimulate; it uses a number of hypnotic techniques. It distracts and soothes. Sometimes using soft touches, sometimes using massage. Its AI is top-of-the-line."

  "But how does it know?"

  "It senses perspiration, body temperature, pressure changes...it even has some ability to interpret odors. Certain hormonal emissions leave a chemical imprint."

  "It's like out of a science fiction movie," Charli breathed.

  She noticed that unlike with the blonde before her, almost everyone in the room was attentive to Elizabeth's audition. She was very different from the blonde who had gone before. Though her facial expressions were not overly dramatic, their very subtlety was compelling. It was obvious to everyone that Elizabeth did not like to get aroused, but also obvious that she couldn't help herself. Observing all this, Charli realized two things.

  One―as a product demonstrator, Elizabeth could sell a lot of Robasms. People could identify with her.

  And two―the Robasm must be some lover.

  Charli wished Draken were here. She wanted his arms around her. Because just watching the screen, just listening to Matthew describe what the machine was capable of, she was getting so turned on she couldn't sit still.

  "No!"

  The one-word exclamation was wrenched from Elizabeth. It drew the attention of the last few stragglers who hadn't been watching before.

  "Oh, no." Now it was more of a moan. And then Charli got to watch, for the very first time, what a woman looked like while climaxing when she didn't want to.

  Elizabeth's pretty face was screwed up painfully. Her bow-tie mouth was jerking open again and again. Little gurgling gasps were coming from her.

  The poor woman started to shake her head emphatically, as
if to deny what was happening. But then her head flopped back and rose at the same time, as if the body beneath were heaving, and she gave another moan.

  After that, the moans came quickly, one after another. Then more gasps.

  And then her face went slack.

  For a full minute.

  No sooner had it begun to tense up then Elizabeth exhaled sharply and said clearly, "No, not again."

  But apparently she couldn't bring herself to stop things, because for the next twenty minutes, the woman on the screen experienced one orgasm after another. Each time, she was clearly reluctant. Each time, the Robasm coaxed her into another. The last time, she screamed.

  At that point, Charli's attention was torn between Elizabeth on screen and Matthew, who sat there with his lips stretched out in a thin line, his normally tan face pale. With the scream still ringing in their ears, Matthew said hoarsely, "Excuse me, Ms. Fontina," and got up and strode out of the room.

  Going to find Sally and work out some of that frustration, judging by the huge protrusion in the front of his pants.

  Charli stared after him wistfully. How she'd love to do the same, only it was Draken she wanted to find. Sweat was trickling down her brow, but that was nothing to the wetness gushing between her legs. This was killing her.

  "Ready for your turn?" drawled a familiar deep voice.

  Chapter 5

  Shock made her stiffen; she looked around to see Draken standing in front of her chair, smirking.

  "It's quite something, isn't it?" he murmured.

  "I―i―it's remarkable. Are they done with Ms. Armitage-Gauthier? Am I next?"

  "Eliza's still got a few minutes to go." Draken dropped into the seat beside her, then draped an arm around the back of her chair. "The Robasm's pretty hot, isn't it?"

  "Pretty hot? Pretty hot?" Charli stared at him. "Matthew was a basket case. And I―I'm, uh―"

  "Just wait till it's your turn," he said, tossing her a grin. "Matthew's a basket case because he's been wanting to get into Eliza's pants since they were teenagers and she's always given him the cold shoulder."

  "He says," Charli whispered, "she never had an orgasm before. And then I saw―we saw―it was, um, amazing. I wonder if she likes it, though."

  "Eliza's a strange one," he said meditatively, staring at the screen, where the redhead was letting out exhausted pants. "She's fairly effective at this, though I have to admit, I'm impressed Matthew could talk her into auditioning. He calls her Miss Icicle for a reason."

  Charli couldn't help glancing at his crotch. His tailored slacks were tented by a very large, very aggressive hard-on. "She turned you on, obviously."

  Draken slowly turned his head to face her. "Hate to tell you this, Ms. Fontina, but when you're around, everything turns me on. Don't let it go to your head, though. A few more fucks and I'll be over it."

  "Oh, that's reassuring." She snorted to cover up her rather extreme reaction to his confession. That's how I feel, Draken Almatto. When I'm around you, everything arouses me.

  "We're breaking for lunch as soon as Eliza's out of there," he said abruptly. "Have lunch with us."

  "Who is us?"

  "Me, Matthew, and Eliza."

  "Are you sure?" Charli said. "Matthew tore out of here to find, um, Sally I think. And from what he said, Elizabeth might not want to be near him."

  "Matthew can fuck Sally spineless and be down at the restaurant holding our booth before we get there." He met her astonished gaze. "Don't underestimate my cousin. As for Eliza, does she look like she'd object to anything right now?"

  Charli had to admit Elizabeth looked like she'd been doped up with some powerful drugs. When the screen went blank a few moments later, Charli glared at Draken, fisting her hands. "If we have lunch, Mr. Almatto, you and I will be talking like normal people. Is that really appropriate with your fuck toy?"

  ***

  Appropriate or not, Charli spent the next hour up in the four-star revolving restaurant at the top of Seven Tech Tower. The food was scrumptious, the conversation deliberately bland.

  Draken and Matthew talked Almatto Tech Sport business. Charli and Elizabeth too stayed away from the subject of the Robasm and focused on fashion. Charli gladly accepted when Elizabeth volunteered to advise her in her efforts to improve her wardrobe. She learned, somewhat to her surprise, that Elizabeth was a medical bibliographer for a local university library.

  "Her father wanted her to be a doctor, her mother wanted her to marry one, so this was how Eliza gave them the finger," Matthew inserted helpfully before returning to his work-related discussion with Draken.

  "Is that true?" Charli asked her, blinking.

  Elizabeth gave Matthew a cool look. "Don't believe anything he tells you. He loves spreading rumors about me. Matthew's a big practical joker."

  "Matthew is?" Charli said, amazed.

  Matthew and Draken, overhearing, both looked so innocent that Charli became immediately suspicious. Now she wondered if anything Matthew had told her about Elizabeth was true.

  "That's in the past. I'm reformed," Matthew said smoothly. "Well, reforming, anyway."

  "You're still not to be trusted."

  "And you're still deceiving yourself, princess," Matthew murmured.

  "Children, children," said Draken. "Ms. Fontina, are you excited about trying out the Robasm?"

  Just like that, the table went silent and everyone was looking at Charli. She nibbled at her dessert, glancing uneasily at Elizabeth, who had gone pale at the mention of the machine that had forced her first ever orgasm from her. From the moment she'd staggered back into the auditorium, looking a lot less tidy than when she'd left, she'd kept mum about the whole experience.

  "I'm, ah, trying not to think about it," Charli admitted. "It looks pretty intense."

  "I believe it is. What did you think of the robot, Eliza?" Draken asked guilelessly. His eyes sparkled, and Charli thought, If Matthew was the practical joker in the family, you were the mastermind who egged him on.

  "It was very interesting," the woman responded cautiously, maintaining the social pretense of being unaware that she'd been observed having several cataclysmic and life-altering orgasms just a few minutes ago. In her situation, Charli would have surely been blushing.

  "So if you get offered the job..." Draken left the statement as a question.

  Elizabeth shrugged while Matthew said, "She'll take it," ignoring the frigid look the woman gave him. "She needs the cash."

  Charli broke in to rescue Elizabeth. "Will, ah, will I be next?"

  It was Draken's turn to shrug. "Do you want to be? Are you panting for your turn, darling? I know watching Eliza got you hot and bothered."

  Charli blushed, looking meaningfully at Elizabeth.

  "Eliza's seen your pic on my phone," Draken said casually. "She knows all about you."

  Charli's face was now beet red. Oh, God, had they told Elizabeth about Charli's sexual performances at the last two meetings?

  "―And she doesn't approve," Draken continued. "She thinks it's wrong to stalk a woman I don't know."

  But does Elizabeth know about my being the ATS meeting mascot? That I got naked in front of all those executives and―

  "But I told her we're not strangers anymore, so I'm absolved of blame," Draken continued.

  Elizabeth gave Draken a chilly look. "Does this mean you are dating Charli?"

  "Not at all," Draken said musingly. "We have a...let's call it an intimate business relationship. Isn't that right, Ms. Fontina?"

  Charli couldn't stop blushing now. "That's right, Draken."

  "That's right who?"

  She gritted her teeth. "Mr. Almatto." As the words escaped her lips, she felt her nipples peak.

  "See?" Draken said huskily, his gaze lowering to her chest. "Business."

  "Up yours, Mr. Almatto," Charli muttered, and surprised a smothered laugh out of Elizabeth, who, ignoring Draken, said to Charli, "I like your comic strip."

  Charli smiled at her gratefully.
"Thanks."

  "One thing you should know, Eliza," Draken teased. "Charli's highly ambitious. She's desperate for this job. She'll do anything to land it."

  "I am not!" Charli glared at him. "And I will not!"

  "Luckily, you and she aren't in competition," Draken went on heedlessly. "Charli's problem is a little different from yours. She could have orgasms continuously all day and still not get enough. Hopefully, the Robasm will control her tendency to nymphom―"

  "Bastard! That's. Not. True." Hastily she covered her mouth and looked around. "Don't believe him," she hissed. "The man's insane."

  "Like I didn't already know that," Elizabeth sniffed. "Don't worry. I'm used to them. Plus I have two brothers."

  "Well, I don't have any brothers," Charli muttered. "And I'm not used to them."

  "Let me guess," Draken said. "You're an only child."

  "Is that a problem?" Charli sat up straighter and squared her shoulders. "Is there some law that says a person has to be hounded by sibling pests before one is fully actualized as a person? How many brothers and sisters do you have?"

  Draken opened his mouth to retort, then stopped and frowned at her almost broodingly. That's when Charli realized―they were actually having a conversation. Not an intimate one, but it was public and flirtatious, and it must rankle to the man who claimed she was nothing but a fuck toy.

  "Time to get back to work," Draken said tersely. "Ms. Fontina, thanks for joining us. You were a charming lunch guest."

  If he'd actually said, It was a mistake to invite you, he couldn't have said it better.

  "My pleasure," she gritted.

  "Do I need to stick around, or can I go home?" Elizabeth asked.

  "You only need to stay if you want the job," Matthew murmured.

  Elizabeth lifted her chin but accompanied them all in the elevator. Charli tried not to care that Draken was ignoring her. But when they were back in the ATJ auditorium and Draken walked away from her, she was tempted to stick out her tongue at his sexy back. "Sometimes adulting is hard," she told Elizabeth.

  "Adulting I can handle," Elizabeth said. "It's immaturity I have a hard time with."