Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
DAMIEN
That moment when you just have to say that you’re fine when you’re not really fine. It hits me like a truck, square in the chest, as I watch the clock. She still has a few minutes to spare, but there’s that small niggle that worries she won’t take me up on my offer.
I sit there behind my desk, keeping my posture at ease and nonchalant. It won’t do any good to let my little stray see me flustered. Reaching into the drawer next to me, I pull out a box and open it up.
Kitten.
My finger trails along the soft swoop of the engraved lettering, my bishop rising in hopes of fervent worship. Soon. Very soon. I’m sure she’ll show up.
The second hand clicks away, my pulse pounding nearly in time with the infernal metronome of constant ticking. With one minute left to spare, I hear a soft, tentative knock on the door. It must be her. My hard drive leaps in delight as I rise from my desk and stride over.
Part of me wants to drag this out, to take my time until she’s late. This way, I can punish her straight away. If only I could be cruel. As it is, I’m far too eager to see her, to bury my sword into her warm, wet sheath.
She stands there, all demure, not a trace of the stray I semi-fucked yesterday. Well… didn’t quite fuck to my satisfaction. I still haven’t felt her pussy fluttering around me as I force her to take my knot. That will change today.
Her blue eyes seem darker somehow, like tumultuous seas being cast about before a storm. A slight sizzle snaps in the air as she steps forward, her gaze drifting down to stare at the floor. So submissive. So responsive. So fucking needy.
I smell it on her like it’s perfume, as if she reached down into her panties, rubbed one out, and slid her juices across her skin as a way to entice me. Pheromones. Vabbing. Whatever you want to call it, I want to lick her from head to toe and claim her as mine.
Until now, I never believed in a scent match. I never thought I’d take one whiff of someone’s undercarriage and think, yep, she’s the one for me. But now that I stand there, basilisk so hard it could pound nails, I find that I can’t deny it any longer.
Clearing my throat, I motion for her to walk over to the desk while I shut and lock the door behind her. No use having David come in unannounced while I show this little stray who she belongs to.
Lila pauses for a moment before trailing her delicate fingers over my dark, thick wood, stopping short at the document resting on the polished surface.
“Mahogany,” she murmurs. “That’s what this is, right?”
Stalling. It’s adorable, really. There’s no way she can’t know or understand why she's in my office this morning. Sure, she can lie to herself, but she doesn’t seem all that delusional to me. I slide back behind the desk and sit down before steepling my fingers.
I’ve already got her on the hook. Now, it’s time to reel her in. I’m going to make her an offer she can’t refuse.
“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? You and I both know what happened between us last night.”
A light blush fans her cheeks as she looks away from me.
“I do.”
“And you know I can’t have someone working under me that’s also… well… worked under me.”
At that, her expression falls. I see the hurt in her eyes, shining through as her gaze catches mine. Not at all what she was expecting to hear, I’m sure.
“I don’t understand. What I do at another job isn’t going to affect the hours I work here. They’re two separate things. Two very separate times.”
“Yes,” I agree, keeping my expression as serious as possible.
“But what’s to keep you from using your knowledge of how I like to treat naughty little strays from getting to the other workers.
Hmmm? What’s to keep them from thinking I’ll give you preferential treatment because I enjoy watching you lick my string of pearls from a bowl? ”
“I mean, I wasn’t going to tell anyone. You have to believe me.
Please.” she pleads with me, her gaze in earnest as she leans forward, forcing her bounteous breasts over onto my desk.
“The temp agency is very rigid. If I no longer have access here, they’ll wonder why.
And when they find out about my other job…
well… I’m sure they won’t want someone like me working for them.
I- I’ll sign anything. I’ll do anything. ”
“Anything?” I purr as I lean forward. “Anything is quite a dangerous thing to promise a man like me. Thankfully, I’ve already come up with a solution. Here, let me get you something refreshing from my fridge as you look over the papers in front of you.”
I push myself away from the desk, not even bothering to hide the massive erection poking into my pants to make quite the tent. She stares at it and licks her lips. Honestly, I’m not even sure she realizes she did it. Her innocence is truly enthralling.
“The papers,” I growl as I pad over to the custom fridge/freezer combo.
While she flips through, I pull out a cup of ice cream and smile. Salted caramel with extra salt. Precum wells to my plump, moist, ruddy tip before soaking into my underwear as I recall just how many baby gravy loads I shot into the machine, just to make this for her.
If I'm lucky, she’ll be able to tell right away.
I lean down and sniff at the frozen concoction and smile.
Just under that hint of sweetness is that undeniable musk.
It makes my balls clench just imagining her licking it off her fingers.
Or, better yet, using it to lubricate other, more erotic movements.
A soft groan flits through my lips as I turn and walk back to her. Now, more than ever, I want to see her smear my frozen spunkcream over her body until it melts into her, leaving her a glowing, sticky mess. Perhaps that will be my first test after she signs the papers.
When she looks back up at me, her brows are furrowed as if either concerned or deep in thought.
“I don’t understand. You want to buy me? Why can’t you just use me at the club like every other Alpha?”
“Because I don’t share my toys. I want to take you, keep you, domesticate you. Lila, I want you to be my kitten. Sign those papers, and you’ll make triple what you were earning here. I’m sure it will even be far more than what you’d make in the club.”
“And then?” she whispers, her voice so soft I almost don’t hear it.
“And then what?”
“Once you’re done with me, what happens then?
It’s not like I can just go crawling back to the club.
It took months to even get my foot in the door.
At least another year before they trained me to be a submissive.
Not to mention the temp agency. The moment someone leaves, another fills that vacancy.
It’s not as if these jobs just appear in the sky, waiting to be plucked. ”
“No,” I muse as I take a spoon and stir the softening cum-cream.
“But then, my goal is to never let you leave. This is just an incentive to get you started. How about this? What if we amend the contract? You agree to be my kitten for three months. If you’re not happy, I’ll let you go.
I’ll find a position for you myself. If there’s not one, I’ll pay for all your expenses and give you a stipend until you are hired. Sounds good enough?”
She looks over at the cup, her nostrils quivering.
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see once you sign.”
“Tempting me with food? Do you think I’m so easy to win over?”
With a dark chuckle, I leave the cup where it is and move closer until I can slide my hand in her hair and pull her head back. The instant she tilts, her eyes dilate as her breath comes in gasps.
“No. I’m tempting you with everything your heart and cunt can desire. Now sign. Be a good girl. Be my good little kitten and sign.”
Breathless, she grabs the pen and scrawls her name, desperation lining every inch. So easy. Like taking candy from a baby. Now that I have her signature, nothing else really matters.
I keep eye contact with her as I pick up my phone.
“David, move all my meetings. Hold any calls and appointments. I have far more important things to do today. And before you leave, make sure you notate a change in occupation for Miss Lila Sinclair. She will now be my personal assistant. You will manage my day to day and she…” I pause as I lick my lips.
“Will handle my personal affairs. Thank you.”
I slide the phone back into its cradle and motion for Lila to come to me. As she stands and starts to walk, I shake my head and point to the floor.
“Oh no, my little stray. Crawl to me.”
She sinks down and disappears from view until she comes around the corner. Perfection. Lifting my hand, I urge her to stay.
“Until the contract is over, or death do we part, whichever comes first, you are no longer a stray.” I grab the box and hold it open, showing her the dainty collar. “You are now my kitten.”
Reaching forward, I clasp it into place and study the silver on her pale skin. Far more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
“Now then, I’m sure you’re wondering about the treat on the table. First, I want you to undress. You have far too many clothes on.”
Lila glances toward the windows and back at me, her expression frantic.
“But everyone will see me.”
“Not at all, my dear. I can see out. No one else can see in. Your handler gave you an order, kitten. Now strip.”