Page 18 of Be a Good Girl

I’mnervous as I prep for Damien’s arrival. When leaving the office, he said to expect him at 8, but I assume he’ll be late as usual. It’s 7:55 now, and I’m mostly put together, which means I’ll have plenty of time to sit around and anxiously think about how tonight is going to go.

Losing my virginity at 35 years old…

I’m sure no one would suspect that of me. They probably all think I have had secret relationships with men who I force to sign NDAs if they ever open their mouths about anything we’ve done. Because after all, how could Alice Dupont ever be lacking anything in life, right?

Everything looks perfect from the outside…

I’m just sitting down on the couch with a book when I hear a knock at the door. Surprised, I check the time: 8 o’clock on the nose.

“Yes?” I call out. No response.

Could it actually be Damien arriving on time?

I get up and check the camera showing outside in the hall, and sure enough, Damien is standing there, cool as a cucumber, hands in his pockets, clearly waiting for me to let him in.

My heartrate leaps, and I instantly rush over to a mirror and check myself over once more. I don’t know why I’m freaking out so much. This man had his face buried between my thighs earlier today and I wasn’t self-conscious about it, but now I’m freaking out over a tiny stand of hair that looks out of place.

I fix it before going to the door and opening it.

“It’s you.” I don’t know why I say that, and I instantly feel like an idiot. Luckily, Damien smiles.

“It’s me.” Again, he strides right into my penthouse like he owns it, but this time, he takes me firmly by the wrist, forcing me to follow behind him as he walks straight into my bedroom.

Oh my God. This is really going to happen, isn’t it?

“I–I don’t have the collar on–” I stammer as he spins me and pushes me down onto the bed.

I’m lying on my back looking up at him. He’s wearing loafers and a gray suit that looks like it costs more than anything the guys in my office would wear. How could he afford something like that doing what he does?

“We don’t need the collar right now,” he says. “Just so long as you listen to me and do as I say. You can do that, right?”

I nod emphatically, instantly wet and tingling all over.

“Good.” His lips twist into a devilish smile as he steps right up to the foot of the bed. “Now unzip my pants for me.”

His commanding tone is such a turn-on, and I can feel my nervousness fading away as I rise up and crawl over to him and undo his fly. I can already see his massive bulge, but as his pants fall to the ground, his thick hard-on springs out and slaps me right in the chin.

“Oh!” I squeal with delight. He’s alreadysohard.

“Andthat, Alice, is a result of me just thinking about you on my way over here.”

Is he trying to inflate my ego? Because it’s working. Right now I feel like the goddess of all the Earth.

I can smell his scent. I can feel the heat from his body. The combination of both is driving me up the walls. His masculinity is like a spatial force claiming my bedroom, and by extension, me.

Damien removes his blazer and carelessly tosses it aside. “I like your outfit tonight, Alice,” he says, remarking on the dark green dress I picked out for the occasion. “But I’m going to need you to take it off now.”

I’m absolutely dying for him as I twist slightly so I can reach the back zipper on my dress, making sure to accentuate every one of my curves for this man who excites me like no other.

I stand and let it fall, then step out of it, leaving myself naked before him. No lingerie for tonight. I wanted to see his face when this moment occurred, and although I knew Damien would play it cool, a flash of desire crosses his eyes, and they narrow as he runs them up my body. That’s good enough for me.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, his voice like tickles up my spine.

“I just thought–” But I don’t even have time to finish my thought.

Damien snatches a fistful of my hair and forces me back down onto the bed. And then he’s on top of me, moving with a hunger I’ve not seen from him before. He caresses my thigh with his free hand, moving up until he cups my breast and squeezes, causing me to draw in a passionate breath.

“This body belongs to me now,” he growls. “No one touches it but me.”

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