The Ebony Alpha

Chapter 2: Darren's View

I found myself in the conference room pacing. The room felt uncomfortably hot, and I was struggling to breathe. I loosened my tie and tossed it on the ground as I tried to find a way to get more air.

But even that didn’t help. I put my hands down, bracing myself against the large conference table. As a million thoughts were racing through my head, I didn’t hear anyone come into the room.

Soon I could feel her arms around me, and I already knew. If people could see into the conference room, they would think it was just someone trying to comfort another in distress. While inappropriate for the workspace, it may still have looked innocent.

Fortunately, no windows were looking into the conference room inside the office because this was not an embrace of comfort. At least not the kind that could be excused in the office.

“So, is she fired?” Ragen asked as one of her hands slid down the front of my pants. I know I should have stopped it, but I couldn’t. I was weak.

I didn’t respond.

“I asked you a question. Is she fired?” Ragen's voice could no longer be mistaken as kind. The words dripped like honey that you knew was laced with poison. Before I could respond, she moved her hands from outside my pants and into my boxers with unexpected quickness.

I couldn’t fight the groan that escaped as she grabbed my d**k.

Fuck!

I wanted to tell her to let go. To rip her hand away, but my body betrayed me as she gently massaged me into a hardness I couldn’t control.

“I am going to ask you one more f*****g time. Is Laila fired?” Ragen asked as she began to grip my d**k painfully.

I quickly woke up from my mental weakness as I started falling to the floor under her grip. Ragen stood over me as I lay on the floor, trying to recover from the pain.

Darkness had consumed Ragen’s face as she looked down at me. I must admit that I was a little turned on and scared.

What the f**k was wrong with me?

She lifted her skirt just as she started to kneel. I caught a glimpse of delicate lace covering the space between her legs. During my distraction, Ragen placed her hands around my throat.

I was in shock, even though I knew I shouldn’t be. Ragen had always seemed unnaturally strong for a woman. I was a pretty big guy, but her ability to dominate me always surprised and excited me….well, until now.

I could feel myself getting light-headed under her grip, and while I tried to push her off me, she didn’t seem bothered by my attempts to move her.

She leaned in close. Her lips were so close to my face that I could taste her breath, and it was intoxicating. It always smelled like something I couldn’t identify, but it never failed to make my mind and body turn against each other.

“Sh-She is wi-w-with Mi-Michelle.” I gasped underneath her grip.

A smile soon replaced the evil look on Ragen’s face, and she let go of my throat. As I tried to breathe the air finally allowed into my lungs, Ragen crashed her lips into mine.

Whatever tension was in my body was released the moment she kissed me. I didn’t love Ragen. In fact, there were times that I genuinely hated her existence. But there was no denying that she knew how to get what she wanted from a man.

I could feel her hands reaching down into my pants again, and I flinched a little, thinking about what had just happened. She released me from the kiss and looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Do you not want me to touch you now?” Ragen asked with her falsely sweet tone.

I didn’t answer. My mind was spinning from the extremity of her emotions. Before I could gather my thoughts, Ragen stood up with her feet planted on the outside of my useless legs. She towered over me, and I looked as she started to pull down the lacy underwear around her long legs. She stepped one leg out of the lace and let it fall around the black stiletto beside me.

“Take them off,” she said in a low voice.

Without thinking, I immediately lifted the leg out of the pooled red lace around her shoes. My mindless actions continued as I lifted the panties to my nose to inhale her scent.

“Stand up.”

I rose to my feet and stood face to face with her. She really was beautiful. Her lips were full and covered in a glossy red. And her eyes were usually green, but when I looked down into them, they were a dark blue.

“If you don’t want me to touch you, then you can touch me. Because baby, I want to celebrate.” Ragen’s lips held a smile that didn’t quite reach the dark blue hues of her eyes.

Still mesmerized by the new color of her eyes, Ragen grabbed my hand and rubbed it between the soft folds between her legs. I closed my eyes and let out a small groan as she slid two of my fingers into her wet p***y.

When I opened my eyes, she stared back at me with a hungry expression. She leaned into me as my fingers continued to pump in and out of her. Wetness dripped all over my hand. I could feel massive discomfort in my pants as my d**k fought to be released.

Ragen brushed her hands against the outline of my print. She locked eyes with me before pulling my fingers out of her and holding them up between us. Without missing a beat, she closed her mouth around my fingers, and my d**k jumped.

“Hmmmm, I think you should taste this,” she says as she pulls my fingers out of her mouth, never breaking eye contact. I think she is about to push my fingers into my mouth when she suddenly pushes me onto the conference table.

I am stunned as she quickly crawls on top of me and passes the hardness in my pants. She pushes me down and is soon straddling my face.

“Eat,” She demands.

I eagerly respond. And just like her breath, her wetness is equally intoxicating. I was so lost in her taste that I didn’t realize she had already undone my pants and was now stroking my member.

She dripped in my mouth as I slid my tongue between her lips. I pushed in as far as my tongue would go and heard a soft gasp as I started to repeat the motion faster.

Ragen began to do a little wiggle above me, and I could see she was trying to shimmy the restrictive nature of her shirt up. Never the one to shy away from what she wanted, she spread her legs further as she began to grind herself on my face.

Her grinding continued as she leaned forward, bracing herself on the back of a chair. I grabbed her by the top of her thighs to take back control. As Ragen tried to fight against the momentary pause, I reached between her legs to expose her special spot. I started to suck on her c**t, and Ragen almost fell off the table.

“Fuuuuck,” she moaned.

I tried not to smile and focus. Her position exposed her perfectly so I could sink my fingers deep into her delicious p***y. I stuck two fingers in as her slit welcomed them like an old friend. I hooked them up at just the right angle, and the moment I heard her gasp, I knew my search was over.

Between the finger f*****g and the c**t sucking, I could feel Ragen start to clinch up.

Oh, no, baby. I plan to get mine too.

I stopped everything and gently kissed her on her soft, wet lips. Instantly, I could feel the anger coming from Ragen.

“What the fu..” Ragen began to shout.

Before she could finish her sentence, I shifted her down and sat her against my hard-on. She doesn’t wait long before climbing on top of me and sliding down my d**k easily. I know she is hungry to c*m the way she rides the hell out of me like a cowgirl before I explode inside her.

I am completely drained. When I finally have enough energy to look up, Ragen is already off the table, wiping off her thighs with my tie. She shimmies her red lace panties on and tosses my tie at me with a smirk on her face. Then she leaves without saying a word.

She is the devil. I know it.