Surrender: Ultra Alpha Age Play ABDL Romance (3 page)

“Ohhhhh…” I cried out, riding each wave of my decadent climax as my wet canal pulsed and milked his driving cock inside me.

“Fuck yeah….fuck…turn around bitch!”

My mind still reeling with my own primal release, Derek pulled his cock from my dripping recesses and spun me around, dragging my face down by the hair in front of his beast cock.

He stroked the head a few more times as he pushed my face lower, I fell onto my knees again on the sticky floor.

“Open your mouth!” As soon as he spoke, copious amounts of hot, thick cum began to shoot out of his jerking cock head, spraying my tongue and face with more white liquid than I had ever seen before. It just kept coming and coming, covering me until I could barely see out of one eye and my mouth was full of the briny flavor.

“Don’t you waste it bitch. Swallow every drop. Clean my cock with your mouth.”

It didn’t take much longer and we were both up and our clothes back in place.

“Nice fuck Kat. See ya. I gotta get to work. Don’t want the boss to come looking for us.” He tilted his head and gave me a little smile. Then out the door he went, leaving me standing there with cum in my face and hair, the haze of my buzz lessening and leaving me feeling dark and pathetic.

“How you gonna get out of here now?” I looked around the small dark room to see if I could find a napkin or something, but there was nothing. I pulled my shirt up from my waist as high as I could and began the disgusting job of trying to clean myself of Derek’s now drying cum that clung to every inch of my face.

Fuck.

I picked my phone out of my purse, to see a text from Jenette, one of the dancers.

‘Gotta go. Not sure where you are bitch. :-) I’m leaving.’

“Awesome.” No Jenette, no ride, no place to stay.

Jenette and I weren’t exactly friends, but she did give me a ride home most days considering her home was also my home right now. See, I wasn’t too great at paying my bills, most of my spare time was spent with my friends Grey Goose and blunt. It wasn’t a combination that made for a super successful financial portfolio. I was lucky Jesse had taken me in and let me work here. Otherwise, I would really be shit outta luck.

After Kent died, there was a year or more that I barely remember. Wandering around drunk, staying with friends. Sometimes waking up in someone’s house and having no idea how I got there. Jesse just kept showing up, like a magician when I was really low. He offered to let me stay with him, but honestly, I was just too embarrassed. When he offered me the job, that was a score. Money and booze, so here I am and I think it made him feel better he could at least keep an eye on me.

Now, I was stuck. No ride, no place to stay and cum all over my face. So, I hatched a brilliant plan. I would just stay here in the back room until they cleaned up and closed. Then, I could just drink and sleep here. Jesse’s office was really nice and had a big,
clean
sofa. For a guy that owned strip clubs, he sure didn’t let himself get down in the dirt with most everyone else that worked and came in here. From what I saw working here (and everything the girls that worked here said) Jesse never even took any nookie from them. No one, ever. And he could, all he would have to do is tip his head and call out a name and they would come running. He was that fucking sexy. The fact he was so untouchable and unattainable only made it that much worse.

Strange, but it only made him more of a god in my eyes. A god that I would never have any chance of having. So, I worshiped him from afar. Not much had changed for me since I was about 12 when it came to Jesse.

That was the big reason I didn’t want to stay with him when he offered after Kent died. He was straight, clean and tough. I knew he would never put up with me running around drunk and disorderly most of the time.

“Kat! Wake up!”

The screaming in my head was only as bad as the violent thirst in my mouth. My tongue felt like it was wearing a wool sweater as I tried desperately to make sense of the voice that seemed hell bent on my destruction.

“What??” I waved my hands over my face, trying to stop any and all light and noise from reaching my senses.

“Get up.” The voice was coming into focus as the waves of panic rushed over me.

The worst part of a hangover isn’t the nausea, head ache, muscle strains that you have no idea how you got. Nope. It is that moment when you wake up, the tiny fingers of awareness start to tap inside your brain and then the floodgates open and all the stupid shit you said and did the night before washes over you like a warm, fetid bucket of distilled, choppy memories. I would rather be drenched in my own vomit than have to have another morning that began with the realization that all the nightmares I thought I dreamed were actually reality.

“Fuck. Stop!!” Whoever was there was shaking me and pulling the blanket off and every cell in my body screamed for more sleep. There was no possible way I was ready to wake up. The room was spinning and I pressed my face down into the cushions, realizing suddenly where I had slept and that it was more than likely Jesse trying to wake me up.

Waves of shame engulfed me as I could feel my face with my hands as I tried to cover it. The foul flakes of Derek’s dried cum still covering me.

I could smell him. Jesse that is. The scent of his deep masculine musky cologne filling my nose and only adding to my self disgust.

“Go away!!” I screamed.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. You are in my god damn office. Wake the fuck up Kat.” His voice like a caged animal, just waiting for the right moment and someone was going to pay. I think it was me.

“Just give me a few minutes.
GOD DAMN!!
”

“I SAID GET UP.”

“OWWW!! Stop!!!” His iron grip was on my arm, pulling it from my face and letting the evil light meet my red rimmed eyes. He pulled me up until I was in a semi-sitting position, desperately trying to make sense of how I got here and now how I was going to
get
out
of here. But, first, I needed a drink, like
now
.

I could hear Jesse move and I heard the squeak of his chair behind his desk. Good, he had already given up on me and was moving on to his work. What the fuck time is it anyway??

“Shit.” I leaned forward, rubbing my hands on my face, then trying to push my hair back but it was stuck. Crusted onto my face with the remnants of my loving encounter with Derek. I tried to push my self up, I needed to get to the bathroom and out to the bar for a glass of ice water and a shot of something to take the edge off.

Opening my eyes just as much as absolutely necessary, I looked over not to find Jesse busy at his desk working, but staring me down, his hands folded perfectly in his lap as his eyes burned across the room. The carved steel of his jaw flexing as I thought about how fucking handsome he was. I used to dream about him when I was younger, I so badly wanted him to notice me but I was always just Kent’s little sister, nothing more. But, my belly still flipped over on itself whenever I saw him. Right now, a rush of sweat covered me as his fierce presence dominated the energy in the office.

“What? I fell asleep. I didn’t have a ride and…” Desperate to form some sort of realistic story, my mind was in no condition for this sort of effort.

Fuck it. I gotta get a drink.

With a deep exhale, I pushed up off the sofa, stumbled for a few steps before reaching out for the door handle.

“Sit your ass down.” Jesse intoned from behind his desk.

“Shut up. I need a drink and I…” He bolted up from his seat, banged both his fists on the top of the desk, making me jump and lose my balance.

“Sit your ass down I said.” His booming voice echoed inside the room and in my head.

“Jesus, Jesse. What the fuck.” His dark eyes cut into me as I shuffled back toward the couch, my head screaming with every step. I could see the veins in his neck and forehead pulsing as he stared me down. I made my way back to the sofa and flopped down, exhaling loudly.

“Do you have any idea who you are hurting Kat?”

“What? What do you mean? I’m not hurting anyone.” I looked up, pulling my eyebrows together.

“You’re a selfish brat Katrina. Everything your brother gave up to raise you and this is where you end up. Don’t you remember your parents? Don’t you remember why you got taken away and ended up, luckily, with Kent?”

“YES! Jesse! Who the fuck are you? It’s none of your god damn business what I do. You don’t want me to work here? Then I’ll go. But, I don’t need the fucking lecture, okay?” White bullets of pain shot through my head.

Jesse rose slowly from behind the desk, his eyes darting from me down toward his balled up fists and I felt a quick jab of stark fear as his ominous size and presence suddenly dominated my every sense.

“It’s over Kat. Done. I know what happened with Derek in the VIP.”

My stomach sank. He was being an ass, but he was all I had. Something had always seemed to bring us back together and he was the safest thing in my life. I was so embarrassed. But, how could he know? No one even saw us go in there.

“What do you know? I didn’t do anything with Derek.” My snotty tone reverberated around us. I was just a little kid again, my big brother’s best friend who I had been in love with for ten years staring at me at probably my lowest point in my life. Cum dried in my hair, no home, no car, no real friends, nothing. Nobody. That little girl inside of me that never had parents that loved her, that always felt abandoned and unlovable, needed to fiercely defend her heart right now.

I could see the fire behind Jesse’s eyes and I knew the power he commanded.

“I watched Katrina.” His eyes looked over his shoulder and he pulled open a long door on a wooden cabinet. Inside, I watched in horror as the flicker of ten small security monitors stared back at me. “You set off the alarm when you left the VIP and came in here. You’re the only other person that has a key to my office. When you punched in your code wrong twice to turn off the alarm, the system called me. I watched your little video from home.”

The depth of his disappointment clear in the dark focus of his eyes as I shook on the sofa, meeting his gaze an impossible task.

“So what. What does it matter? You gonna arrest me? Trespassing? Do whatever. I’m going.” I clenched my stomach muscles and pushed as hard as I could with my legs, praying I could stand and take the few steps needed out the door.

“Where?” Jesse’s deep voice resounded with that one word inside my aching head.

Where? Where can I go? A few more nights with Jenette and her cracked out shit hole of a apartment and she would be done with me too. Where? There were no more ‘wheres’ to go to.

Like a cornered, injured animal, I did exactly what my life had trained me to do.

“What does it matter Jesse? Don’t fucking pretend like you care or something out of some bizarre sense of guilt over Kent. I’m not YOUR problem, okay? Maybe if you had been there that night Kent wouldn’t be dead! Right!!?? No one’s ever had the balls to tell you, but YOU left him! YOUR the reason he’s dead!!!”

A black hole of silence swirled me into it’s dark arms as the words hung in the putrid air over my head. My chest heaved and my heart ached with the venom of my words. It wasn’t even true. Kent left the party on his own. Jesse didn’t even know until he got the call.

Jesse moved with like a bullet out of a gun as he came around the desk and cut me off two steps to the door, his huge hand encircling my neck. Black light shot from his eyes as his towering form stared down at me, his calm demeanor only that much more intimidating. At least if he had lost control, yelled back at me, screamed and told me to fuck off, then the playing field would at least be even. Instead, he stayed ice calm, not a hint of sweat on his brow as I watched the movement of the tendons flexing and stretching in his thick, perfect forearm.

My hands instinctively reached up and grasped around his thick, steel like wrist, working in futile effort to have any impact on his grip. The deep carved granite face staring down at me, not with contempt, but something else. Something genuine, warm yet surrounded with pain and sorrow.

“Let go.” I managed to whisper.

“You’re the one that needs to let go.” He rumbled back.

All the years of looking at him, dreaming about him, wanting him like a star struck little girl exploded inside me knowing I could never have him in the way I wanted. He was too much, too perfect for a broken, thick hipped girl with no family and no future. With every ounce of my being, I wanted to disappear and never be found. Especially by him.

I felt the slightly loosening of his fingers around my throat, and I took full advantage, pulling back one hand from his wrist, with every piece of my bitter, empty soul, my fingers curled into talons and I screamed. Scratching him across the pained expression in his chiseled face, three bloody angry streaks staring back at me at Jesse’s eyes gave only a flicker of acknowledgment to the injury I had inflicted.

My stomach knotted more than before as the dark stare from the icy former Marine flipped my insides up and down wondering when the reaction would come.

To my shock, he let go of my throat, quietly turned and opened the door, staring me down like a raptor on a mouse.