Mick quickly shut her door and sped off without even acknowledging the other staff walking into work. When she got back to her place, she got a text from one of the bartenders she had befriended.

"I saw you hurry off this morning. Everything ok?" Paul asked.

Shit.

Mick had no idea how to reply, but before she could, another text came through.

"You looked a bit flushed."

"Hey thanks for checking in on me. That's so nice. Just some personal stuff going on. I needed to take the day,"

Hopefully that was vague enough to cover anything Damon might say in passing without raising any red flags. Mikaela wasn't the best liar. Secrets, she could keep. But deception was something that needed work.

Especially if she was going to continue to be wrecked, railed and pounded by her boss.

She opened the door to her cute one-bedroom apartment. It wasn't much, but it was all hers. She turned on the shower and removed her clothes slowly in front of the vanity mirror. Her hair was no longer in a neat ponytail - it was loosened and pretty disheveled. Cheeks still pink from her unplanned workout.

As she got completely nude, she turned around to get a look at her ass and found Dame's slightly faded handprint.

Once she got into the shower, she traced over every part of her body where his lips had touched. Her neck, tits, nipples, thighs.

To her own surprise, she found herself turned on again. Her clit, still swollen, was now begging to be rubbed.

Mick gave in to her desires, and it was mere moments before she was orgasming.

"Dame...Damon."

The name left her lips with such ease. He had her mind tangled like never before.

Mick hopped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a clean white towel. She checked her phone and had a message from Chef Damon.

"FYI, I told the staff that I insisted you take a paid personal day today. Because you're willing to bend over backwards for me, and stay even when you're feeling feverish and flushed."

Feeling more wild than usual, she snapped a photo in her towel, parted just enough to show a little skin.

"Thank you, chef. I'm feeling better. I don't know what came over me."

"Me. I came all over you. And it won't be the last time."

"You look so sexy fresh out of the shower. It's making me want to do dirty things to you," Dame replied.

He wasn't into playing games or beating around the bush.

Sure, fucking your boss the first few weeks of a new job might be a red flag. Damon had fooled around with hostesses and servers galore when he was a young line cook, but he made himself a rule to not get involved with employees once he became the head chef and owner.

As soon as he saw Mick, all of that went out the door.

"Well, I replayed this morning in my head while showering and couldn't help myself..." Mikaela trailed off.

"Go on."

"My fingers started playing with my nipples and soon circling my still swollen clit. Three orgasms before noon is a record for me."

Dame held his phone close, bit his lower lip, and let a low growl escape. He could feel his cock slightly growing.

"Good girl. 3 Os will be a good starting point for us to expand on."

Mick went weak in the knees when she read his text. She'd only ever fantasized and read about men like Damon. Now she was involved with a strong, tattooed, motorcycle-riding head chef with a cock as big as his ego.

The next few weeks went by, rather uneventfully. Mick often let her mind wander and daydream about Damon fucking her senseless in his office.

But she did still want to focus on her career and make a name for herself, so she was trying to keep her head down and not let her boss's huge cock distract her from long-term success.

The restaurant was doing well, sales were hitting record highs, and Dame was trusting her with more responsibility.

One Sunday night after closing, Mick was finishing up her inventory. The restaurant was closed on Mondays so she was excited to get a day off once she was done for the night.

Dame was in his office packing up for the night. He waited for her to finish up so he could lock the doors on his way out.

"Ready to go?" Mikaela asked him.

"Yep," Dame said as he grabbed his keys and they headed out the back door.

Before they got to their cars, Mick turned and said, "Hey chef? Don't you think it's been too long?"

Dame simply smiled and said,  "Your place or mine?"

Mikaela replied, "Mine. See you soon."

After a short drive, Mick pulled into her apartment complex. Within a couple minutes, she heard Damon's motorcycle pulling in behind her. She waited for him at the door before going in.

Dame playfully tapped her on the ass as they walked in and said, "I was beginning to think you'd never wanna do this again."

Mick turned and gave him a devious grin and said, "It's all I've been thinking about since."

They got into her apartment, and Mick turned on the lights.

"You can chill on the couch if you want. I'm gonna go freshen up and get outta these work clothes."

Dame parked himself on her couch and turned on the tv. Mikaela walked back to her bedroom but returned a couple moments later wearing only a t-shirt and a thong.

"Shit. I forgot one thing." She said as she danced into the kitchen.

She poured Damon a glass of bourbon and walked it over to him.

"Ok, NOW I'll be back in a couple minutes," she said as she left the room again.

A few moments later, Mikaela returned wearing the same thong with a crop top and no bra underneath. Her hair was neatly braided into two pigtails, and she smelled of Dame's favorite perfume.

She poured herself a glass of wine in the kitchen and sat next to Damon on the couch.

"You gotta be fucking kidding," Mikaela laughed playfully.

"What?!" Dame replied, dumbfounded

"Oh come on. You're better than the predictable Netflix and chill, chef," Mikaela giggled again.

Dame looked up at the TV and realized he was scrolling Netflix looking for a movie. He laughed to himself and said, "Ok you're right."

Mick took the remote from his hand and turned on the Reds game. They were playing the Orioles in Cincinnati for a spot in the playoffs.

"Hmm. I never had you pegged as a baseball girl," Dame said.

"There's a lot you'll have to learn about me."

Mick moved a little closer to Dame. He moved his right hand onto her thigh as she took a sip of her wine and they watched the game.

It didn't take long before Mick could feel her pussy getting wet simply from Damon's strong touch on her skin.

His rough, worn hands turned her on more than they should've. Her wine was starting to give her that warm tingly feeling.

She reached for Dame's hand that was on her thigh and gently guided it towards her thong.

Dame smiled to himself as his fingers could feel how wet she was through the thin fabric.

Mick moaned quietly as she leaned up to kiss Damon's neck.

She started teasing him with her tongue, licking and gently sucking on his neck, tracing his tattoos with her lips.

Mikaela whispered his name quietly as she sucked on his neck. She was driving Damon crazy. He pulled her thong to the side and gently slid a finger inside of her.

"Uhh yesss chef," Mick moaned quietly.

Dame used his thick fingers to stretch her tight pussy and get her ready for his cock. It had been a while since she had taken it.

Mikaela reached over and unbuckled Dame's belt and the unbuttoned his black pants. She gently slid her hand into his boxers to find his thick cock already half-hard for her.

Damon removed his hand from Mick's wet pussy. She grabbed his arm and stared him in the eyes as she licked her own taste off of his fingers.

"Fuck," Dame said in disbelief.

Mikaela just smiled a devilish grin and said, "Now get those pants off." As she went to the kitchen to pour another glass of bourbon and grab the rest of her bottle of wine.

She brought them back over to the couch and gave Damon his glass. He took a sip and then kissed Mick softly. She slid her tongue into his mouth to get a taste of his bourbon. Then she set her wine bottle on the coffee table and got on her knees in front of Dame, who was still seated on the couch.

Mick took his cock in both hands and spit on it. She watched her saliva slowly drip down the shaft until it got to Damon's balls. She bent down and licked it up from his balls, all the way up his dick to the head. She spit on it again and then took the entire length of him in her mouth.

Dame muttered "Fuck me, I missed that," As he grabbed her braided pigtails to keep them out of his view.

Mick took his cock out her mouth just briefly enough to smile up at him and playfully reply, "I know."

Then she immediately deepthroated him again, taking his entire shaft down her throat. She choked for a second when her head hit Dame's abs. She regained her composure and went down one more time, gagging and gurgling on her boss's dick.

She came up and stroked his spit-covered cock in one hand, while stroking his thigh with the other.

In the low light from the tv, Dame could get just a glimpse of Mick's spit glistening on his cock, dripping down his balls. She had a bit on her chin, and her light gray crop top was starting to get covered as well.

"I want you to cum on my face,"  Mick said, wiping some spit from her chin.

"Not yet, " Dame responded. "You're gonna have to earn a facial tonight. Now get up here and ride it."

"Yes, chef," Mikaela replied as she nodded her head.

Mick stood in front of Damon and pulled her thong to the side. Dame tossed his shirt onto the floor. Mikaela climbed on top of him still sitting on the couch, and straddled him. She grabbed his cock, still covered in her spit, and guided it into her pussy as she sat down on him.

She threw her head back and moaned loudly, "Fuuuuck, I missed your cock in me so bad."

Dame's strong hands gripped her ass as she started to ride him slowly, squatting down to get every inch with each bounce. Her cute pigtailed braids and tits under her crop top were bouncing in perfect rhythm.

"Shit, I almost forgot how tight you are, Mick," Damon said

Mick smiled and said in shallow breaths, "I definitely didn't forget how big you are."

Mikaela leaned down and kissed Damon while she continued riding him. She started to pull away when he grabbed her throat forcefully with his right hand and pulled her back down.

"You keep those pretty eyes on me. You understand, Peach?" Dame said in a firm voice.

Mick shifted her gaze back on Damon.

"Yes, chef."

His grip started to loosen, but she protested.

"No, keep it there. I like wearing your hand as a necklace."

Mick watched as Dame's eyes darkened with desire. She could tell she just flipped some kind of switch in his head.

He gently brought her closer to him, hand necklace still on her throat. His lips grazed hers softly as he said, "Such a good fucking girl." before kissing her passionately.

The mix of them sloppily making out, his massive cock stretching her, the slight choking and knowing this was all so taboo was too much for Mikaela.

Her legs started to shake, and Dame could feel her walls start to tighten as she grinded on his cock.

"Cum for me, baby. You deserve to feel good."

Mick gave in without protest. She couldn't, even if she wanted to.

The warmth quickly spread from her belly throughout her body. Her tits still bouncing, she grabbed onto her perfect pink nipples, making the orgasm more intense.

Speechless for a moment, Mick moaned as she rode the wave of pleasure.

Damon carefully watched every movement her body made. Her reactions to his touch made him feel almost primal. He needed her in a way that was unfamiliar yet almost natural.

His hands then traveled down from her neck, to her chest, finally resting on her hips, still rocking slowly as she came down from the first of many orgasms he'd give her tonight.

"That was...it was...holy fuck," As she searched for the words for what she just experienced. Her body continued shaking spontaneously, like aftershocks from an earthquake.

Dame chuckled, his hard cock still inside her.

"That was so fucking sexy. You definitely earned that facial."

This time is was Mick's eyes that took a dark turn. She started kissing his lips, then down his cheek to his neck. She traced her tongue up to his ear before quietly saying in a gravelly tone.

"I changed my mind. No more facial."

She paused for a moment and almost stopped herself from saying what she wanted to say.

"He might say no", she thought. "Fuck it." She knows what she wants.

"Breed me, chef."

Dame picked up Mikaela, never taking his cock out of her pussy, gripping her ass as he stood them up off the couch. Mick was shocked at his strength.

"Holy shit!" She said in a surprised chuckle.

He turned them around and put her on the couch on her back, and started thrusting into her again.

Mick's hand found Damon's abs and stroked his belly as he fucked her.

Dame grabbed both of her legs and folded her in half like a lawn chair, then he tightly grabbed her throat with both hands, plunging his thick cock as deep inside her as he could.

Mick stared up into his eyes, and for the first time she felt slightly concerned.

His grip around her throat was tighter than before and he had a look in his eyes she hadn't seen before.

But she had just enough trust in him.

As she struggled to get a deep breath, she simply nodded her head, keeping her eyes locked onto Damon's. He wasn't breaking eye contact at all.

The veins in his neck started to show, as did the veins in Mick's. The only difference was that his were popping out because of his strength. Hers were popping out because he was slowly suffocating her with his grip.

Mikaela grabbed onto his sweaty forearm for stability. Should she ask him to stop?

"Dame..." she could barely choke out his name.

"Do you want me to breed you or not?" He said sternly.

"Yes, please, " Mick tried to force the words out.

"Then shut the fuck up and take it like a good girl," He demanded.

Mick simply nodded as her face turned more red under his grip.

Just then, Dame released his hands from her neck and let her legs down. He grabbed her hips as Mikaela gasped for air, coughing and choking as she finally got some oxygen.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he pushed his cock deep in her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up slightly.

"I want you to watch my cock cum inside you."

"Fuck, that's so hot, chef," Mick said in a raspy voice.

She stared intently as his thick cock pounded her cunt. His pace slowed and then his balls started to twitch.

His cock pulsed over and over and over, as she could feel him pumping his thick load inside of her.

"Fuuuuck," Mick whined.

Dame stood over her, he was stoic and sweating, his abs expanding and retracting as he caught his breath. Mick was laid out, completely spent of all energy.

Damon watched as he slowly pulled his cock out. Her pussy was pink, swollen and spilling out with his thick seed. Dame left Mick on the couch as he searched for a towel.

As he walked into the bathroom, he recalled the first day they fucked in his office, and how later that day, she told him she pleasured herself in the shower. He decided now would be the perfect time to save some water and shower together.

Dame turned the water on, hot, just like Mikaela likes it, and grabbed two towels from the linen closet. He popped out of the bathroom to the hallway and found Mick almost frozen in place. Her neck still showing red marks from his hands, breathing a little heavier than normal, completely zoned out in post orgasm euphoria.

He scooped her up effortlessly in a cradling position, and whisked her off to the bathroom.

"Don't let me get used to this princess treatment." Mick said.

Dame chuckled "good girls get the best aftercare. Especially naughty, filthy girls filled with my cum."

Her cheeks reddened. "The pleasure was all mine, chef."