Executive Engagement: A Boardroom to Bedroom Fake Fiancee Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “If I’m going to do BDSM again, I need it to be with someone who truly trusts me and is willing to break down some boundaries,” I continue. Lizzie takes another sip, holding down the coughs. She swirls the drink, seemingly considering my proposal.

  This is a big admission for me. I’ve never told anyone, at least anyone who wasn’t an escort, that I enjoy BDSM. It just seems like such a cliché for an excessively wealthy individual like myself to be into weird sex stuff like bondage.

  I can’t fully explain the proclivity many rich people have to wanting BDSM. I assume it’s the desire to remain dominant in every aspect of life. It’s not enough for some people to have a great job where they get to boss everyone around and tell hundreds of employees what to do. And it’s not just that, really—you control the utter livelihoods of so many people.

  If I wanted to, I could fire everyone who works for me and send them on the streets. I enjoy that kind of power, and I want to bring that power to the bedroom.

  “All right, let’s do it,” she says.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, right here and now. Let’s do it,” she says. She begins to undress in front of me. And I can’t believe I’ve found such a perfect woman.

  “Have you ever done this kind of thing before?” While I’m ecstatic to finally indulge in my most carnal desires with Lizzie, I also don’t want to potentially ruin our relationship. This is big, and I need to know if she’s really up for the task.

  “To be honest, no,” she says. “But I think it’s only because I’ve never been with a partner I could truly trust. Guys have brought it up from time to time, and I always deny, saying something like, ‘Oh, I don’t know. That sounds really rough.’”

  She’s fully naked at this point. Damn it, why don’t I keep my full bondage in the office? Well, I know the reason why, but it’s really a nuisance right in this precise moment.

  “And you trust me?” I ask.

  “Yes, I am fully and 100% percent yours. You can do whatever you like to me. I won’t resist,” she states. I come around to the opposite end of my office and lock the door. Normally, I don’t have a problem leaving it unlocked when I’m getting my cock sucked by an escort. I actually enjoy the thrill of potentially being walked in on.

  But I don’t want anything to ruin this moment.

  I walk over to Lizzie and start kissing her bare body, starting with the shoulders and work my way down to her tits.

  “If something I do hurts, let me know,” I say.

  “No, I’ll do anything,” she responds. “I want this to be completely about you and fulfilling your needs. You let me have the perfect threesome. I want you to do anything you want to me. Do whatever you want. Cum wherever you want on me. I’ll do anything for you.”

  I feel like I’ve said this plenty of times before, but I have no problem repeating it. Lizzie is the perfect fucking woman.

  Lizzie

  Darcy is literal perfection. I don’t quite know how all of this is going to go or what I’m supposed to expect, but I don’t care. Well, I do, but I’m not afraid. Not with Darcy.

  He and I are so spectacular together and so sexually compatible. I don’t have any reason to hesitate.

  Darcy has his body in front of mine. His tall stature and his pale-green shirt spritzed with cologne, his dark-green tie, and his pitch-black pants make for one hell of an image to contrast my bare naked, petite figure.

  He raises his hands slowly and rests them along the outside of my neck. He can feel my heartbeat in my throat. I can’t lie, I’m full of adrenaline. The sheer and total excitement I experience by this man’s touch alone is enough to worry a medical staff if we’re basing it off my BPM.

  He pushes his hands down against my skin, massaging me a little to help loosen me up. To help me let go.

  “Lizzie, this is only going to work if you trust me fully and completely.”

  “I know. I do,” I argue.

  “Take a deep breath,” Darcy insists. I do as he requests. “Now let it out.” I’m immediately more calm. “There we go. That’s a start.”

  “We both know what relaxes me best, baby,” I suggest playfully and wiggle my hips, shaking my butt cheeks. I smile at Darcy, lightening up.

  “You’re a perfect slut, Lizzie,” Darcy comments. There goes my heartbeat again. My chest is heavy and my stomach is full of fluttering.

  Just as I start to feel a rush, Darcy pulls my body tight against his own. He wraps a hand behind my head and curls his fingers against the base of my skull and forces my face close to his.

  He holds me in place for a moment, letting our breaths linger together in front of our faces. I fight every urge I have in my being not to steal a kiss from him right then. Honestly, it’s harder than I thought it could be.

  I look up to Darcy’s eyes and can trace a sense of approval in them. I smile at him, and he gives in, quickly pushing our lips together and holding our kiss. I close my eyes and melt into his embrace as he demonstrates his passion for me. I feel like I’m flying.

  As we make out, my mind wanders into a series of questions, all hitting me at once.

  What happens next? Should I ask him what he wants? When do I get to fuck this cock already? Holy shit, I’m submitting to Will Darcy BDSM style. Is this going to change our dynamic?

  I snap back to reality when Darcy pulls his lips away from mine, and our silence is broken.

  “On your knees,” he bellows. His tone is like nothing I’ve ever heard from him. I don’t really even know how to respond other than to do exactly what he wants.

  I’m so determined to complete his fantasy, but at the same time I really love just obeying him.

  Before I know it, I’m on my knees, eye level with Darcy’s crotch. His bulge is full, his trousers leaving nothing to anyone’s imagination. I salivate and stare hungrily at his cock. The cock that belongs in my body in some shape or form, any and all welcomed by me.

  Darcy unbuckles and unzips his pants. The anticipation watching his pants open as the tongue of his zipper part the teeth drives me wild.

  It’s a cock I’ve seen many times before, a cock I’ve sucked, licked, stroked, and fucked many times before, still gets me so worked up. I am addicted to him.

  He unbuttons his pants and moves his hands to his hips where he slides his pants and his boxers off his lower body. Fully exposed in front of me, and at full attention, is Darcy’s thick twelve-inch cock. I pounce at it with my mouth.

  “Mmmm. Good little slut.” I hear Darcy moan in approval. “Get it nice and slick.”

  I slide his cock into my mouth, licking every inch I can of his cock while shoving it against my throat. Darcy’s hand rests on the back of my head.

  His touch seems different. It's more…forceful, I suppose. Yeah, that's it.

  As I analyze his hand placement, I also continue to slobber onto his cock. I bob my head back and forth over it and bask in the taste of his skin.

  The feeling of his cock sliding in and out against my lips has me worked up. I part my legs to stabilize myself, and as I suck his cock, I start humping the air, trying to get any and all friction from my panties to graze against my clit.

  Darcy notices my advances and is very obviously pleased with me. His fingers scratch my scalp gently, and I feel like a little pet being rewarded with affection.

  “Stand up, Lizzie,” Darcy orders. His words echo through me. I get my feet under me and raise myself back up. My heart is racing; I’m not used to anything out of the ordinary, and I’m not quite sure how to present myself. “Arch your back.”

  I stand with my chest out, pushing my breasts up high and my ass farther out behind me. Darcy grabs my tits with his large hands. He caresses them gently and slowly becomes more forceful.

  I really love when Darcy manhandles me. The primal influence of it all really turns me on, and boy, is that the case here. My pussy is wet, and I’m dying for some attention down there.

  After cupping and massaging my breasts, Darcy grazes
my nipples with his fingers. He traces the areolas and gently flicks up at my nipples. Before I know it, he’s pinching them.

  It’s gentle at first but becomes much more pressured, and an entirely different sensation takes over. I moan into Darcy’s face as I fall forward slightly, jarred by his actions.

  Darcy smirks at me. I ease my head back and smile at him playfully. He brings me against his desk and lets my ass rest against it as he searches for something. I’m not sure what, but he’s definitely on a mission.

  “Aha!” he exclaims, as he holds up two small binder clips. He places them down next to me and brings his arms around my waist, embracing me to reassure me, and maybe to thank me for this experience. It’s too soon to tell.

  As he comes back up to meet my eyes, he sensually grasps my breasts again before taking a binder clip and fixing it against my hard nipple. I gasp and reach my arm out to grasp his arm tight. The feeling of his binder clip clamped down on my nipple is intense but thrilling.

  I love it. I fucking love it.

  I’m ready for more, even. I feel drunk on the endorphins now coursing through my body. Darcy places the other clip on my bare nipple.

  I writhe in pleasure. I’m so fucking wet that I need him. I need him right fucking now.

  Darcy takes a step back from me. He sees me squirming and shifting my hips around and picks up on my incredible arousal. I can see his very clearly as well. His cock is rock-hard and throbbing.

  He moves back up to me and whispers in my ear with his warm breath rolling onto my bare neck, “You’re my slut.”

  I’m so worked up that I don’t even know what to say or do to respond. I can just feel my pussy lips aching and my clit throbbing without even having been touched.

  Darcy places his hands on my small waist and lifts me up, sitting me on the edge of his desk. He brings his hands between my closed legs, running his fingers just inside my inner thighs and grazing right above my clit. I roll my eyes, unable to control my horniness and needing some way to express it.

  Darcy’s teasing is too much, but just enough all at once. I can’t get enough of him.

  Out of nowhere, Darcy’s fingers slide deep between my legs, and he parts them forcefully. My legs splayed to either side, and with my tits still pinched by office supplies, Darcy shoves his face into my pussy. I’m so excited that I squeal when his tongue meets my clit.

  I prop myself up on my elbows and rest my body back against his large desk. Something about fucking at work is so exhilarating, so daring. It might be my favorite place to fuck, especially like this, and especially with Darcy.

  As his tongue laps at my cunt, Darcy’s hands wander up and down my thighs. I’ve always had sensitive legs, and the tips of his fingers just put me on the edge. After tracing the shape of my thighs with his hands, he pushes one finger against my cunt and without pause, slides it inside of me.

  I quiver with pleasure. He has his finger in a curved position and grinds it right against my G-spot as he makes out with my pussy. I throw my head back and wail as he sucks on my clit and fingers me faster.

  He inserts another finger into my pussy and starts pounding his knuckles against my pelvis.

  The force of his movements are making my entire body shake against his hand. My breasts begin bouncing up and down in tandem with his hand’s rhythm, and my nipples are now constantly being stimulated by the pinching of those binder clips.

  After much stimulation, I just can’t take it anymore. I need to come.

  “Darcy, I want to come on your face! Please don’t make me hold it in any longer!” I wail. Darcy’s fingers become even more intense.

  “Beg for it, Lizzie. Tell me why I should let you come,” Darcy orders, coyly.

  I think for a moment, which is insanely difficult when you’re on the verge of squirting cum everywhere and trying to hold yourself from doing so. “Darcy! Please let your little slut come! I can’t take it anymore with all of the pleasure you’ve brought me. I want to show you how much I love all of this!”

  Darcy smiles, and his words take me to another level of submission. “Good girl. Come for me, Lizzie. Come on my fingers and squirt all over my face like a good little whore.”

  I want to please. I want to obey him.

  Promptly, before Darcy even finishes giving me his permission, I flood cum all over his fingers and against his hand and wrist. He pulls his fingers out of me, and his face sits right in the path of my cum to squirt all over his cheeks, his nose, his chin, even all the way up on his eyebrows.

  He places his hands against my outer thighs and butt cheeks and just holds on as I spray my nectar all over his face.

  My hips gyrate as my cum spills everywhere against him. I’m moaning loud and expressively and even grabbing my breasts near my clamped nipples. The sensations are overwhelming, and I’m orgasming blindly.

  I have no idea what else in the world is happening. I don’t even know what color the walls are or where the rest of Darcy is right now. It’s all a blur.

  As I lower from my climax, Darcy brings his hands to his face, and he wipes my juices off his cheeks, as well as his other defining features, similar to the way a car’s windshield wipers scrape rain droplets or snow off a windshield. Only instead of pushing it all to the side, Darcy places his fingers into my mouth one by one and requires me to lick each of them clean before pulling them away.

  “Thank you, Darcy,” I utter without thought. I’m damn grateful for this amazing experience.

  Darcy leans in and kisses my forehead.

  It’s crazy. He’s so dominant, so intimidating. But at the same time he’s still so caring and loving. I feel safe but uninhibited.

  I’m fucking happy.

  Darcy places his hands on my clavicle. He traces my collarbone with his thumbs, and his fingers travel along my shoulders. Soon his hands are running down to my forearms. A chill runs down my spine, and goosebumps present themselves all over my body, but especially intense where he’s touched.

  I sigh heavily and close my eyes just enjoying the sensation.

  His hands find my wrists, and he caresses from the top of my forearm down to my palms. He’s relaxing my body. He grabs my wrists tight and holds them together for a moment, contemplating his next move.

  Darcy releases my arms from his grasp, and he brings his hands to himself.

  He unties his necktie and straightens it out in his wingspan. He stares at me with a devilish grin. That fucking smile gets me every time.

  I’m burning for more from him. I want to take him any way I can, but I don’t dare make the first move. The anticipation is much too thrilling to spoil it all.

  He brings my wrists together again, this time with his tie in his hands. He wraps it around my wrists separately and pulls tightly together, forcing my wrists to touch. He wraps around again for good measure before tying off the tie, a confusing and ironic yet still appropriate makeshift bondage tool.

  My arms are now bound behind me, and Darcy is in full control. I couldn’t fight him if I wanted to, but let’s be honest—I have no desire to.

  Darcy caresses my body up and down, just admiring my curves and my assets. He starts up at my hair. He touches the crown of my head and runs his hand to the back of my skull and massages my scalp some before gripping his hand into my hair and pulling my face to his, giving me a sudden, passionate, rough kiss.

  When he pulls away, his hands travel down to my neck and shoulders, and I tremble at the brush of his touch against my skin. It’s so softhearted but so controlled.

  I ache for more. I desire his gruffness.

  “You know, Darcy. I know you’re easing into all of this, but I really really wouldn’t mind taking things a step further. I want to play in your world,” I assure him.

  He stops for a moment and thinks again to determine his next move. He’s staring off at his desk again. I can see his gears turning, and when he finally has it, his eyes light up, and he almost bounces in his steps around the desk to the drawers.
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br />   I peer at him over my shoulder. He spots me and immediately orders me to turn back around. “I didn’t tell you you could look, Lizzie. Do not overstep me.”

  I immediately bring my head back to a forward-facing position and stand stiff as a doll as I hear him fumbling through his drawer. I hear the wheels on the track of the drawer and finally a quiet close and he meets me, standing directly in front of me.

  He raises his hand to reveal a stress ball, I assume offered by one of his many clients. I can’t make out the logo anymore; it’s clearly been in his hand many times in the past. I can see him needing an outlet for all of that harbored stress.

  Lately he’s been able to release his tensions all over me, but before that, I bet this was his go to.

  Darcy brings his other hand to my face and puts pressure against my jaw, forcing my mouth open. He pushes the stress ball in and lifts my jaw back up against it. I taste some mixture of styrofoam and rubber and can only speak in vowels.

  I suppose that’s his solution to my recent interjections, as well as a way to push boundaries more?

  As I work through this in my head, Darcy spins me around energetically. He forces my entire upper body to rest flat against his desk, my bare chest pressed hard against the surface.

  My hands are resting against the edge of my spine, right down the center. My legs are about shoulder width apart and my feet are planted directly on the floor.

  I’m obedient, and my nerves are heightened. What is Darcy doing? God, I want his touch.

  I want him to fuck me so badly. But I can’t even tell him that with this little gag in my mouth. What a clever son of a bitch.

  I hear something slide off Darcy’s desk. My head is turned to the other side, and my cheek is resting along his desk, so I have no idea what office supplies he’s decided make great pleasure devices at this moment, but I’m ready for him.