by Alexis Angel
A moment of silence greets us. I sit in anticipation for what feels like an eternity before a solid, unexpected whack cuts the air. My ass is now hot and tender from the solid pressboard clipboard that’s just collided with my butt cheek.
I let out a squeak. I jiggle my ass slightly, just exploring the feeling, and suddenly, smack. The clipboard strikes my other butt cheek. Whelp, at least he’s being symmetrical.
I moan slightly this time, finding great pleasure in his playful swats across my ass. He takes his nails and drags them down my back, under my arms, still bound in place. I shudder and moan again, wiggling my entire bottom half as he finds his way down my spine.
He lifts his hand away and strikes my ass again, this time right in the center, hitting both cheeks. This time my teeth sink into the stress ball in my mouth and accidently chomp it into two pieces.
I let half of it fall out of my mouth onto the desk and push the other half out next to it with my tongue. “Oops,” we simultaneously utter.
“What’s wrong?” I ask Darcy. “I didn’t mean to bite it at all, let alone break it in half.”
Darcy isn’t phased. He’s much too concerned with his own mess he’s made. I move my hip to the side to get a view of him and see that a contract he’s been working on is now all over the floor.
Apparently my ass is pretty enrapturing, because he forgot to take it off the clipboard before smacking me with it.
“Let me clean that up for you later, Darcy. It’s the least I can do to show my appreciation,” I offer.
“Always such a good girl, Lizzie.” Darcy’s hands cup my ass, now bright red from the impact of the clipboard. I moan at his touch. “Are you ready?”
“God, yes.” I don’t know what I’m ready for, but fuck yes. Let’s do it.
Darcy drags his massive, hard cock against my soaking pussy lips. I’ve been aching for his cock this entire time, and I get to have it. This is what he wanted.
He’s been teasing me, exploring me. Getting me all worked up over every touch so that this moment will be incredible.
Fuck, Darcy. How do you do this to me? I can see myself getting lost in it every time.
My eyes roll back into my head, and I lay hard against the desk. Darcy grabs my hips with both hands and thrusts his cock into my pussy, and I take his full length right then.
I cry out in ecstasy as he fills me with his giant man meat.
“Is this what you’ve been waiting for, slut?” insists Darcy. His words resonate through me, and I fall harder into a submissive persona.
“Yes, master. Thank you for your cock, sir!” I find myself shouting in response.
“Mmmm...that’s right. Take my thick cock in your tight little slut hole.” Darcy is incredibly caught off guard by my words, but in a very good way. His cock throbs in my cunt, pulsing against my cunt’s entrance.
I don’t understand how I can get so wet from such filthy talk, but it does it for me. He’s spectacular in every way, and I can’t help but give in to his persuasions. I stick my ass out further and arch my back as much as I can, taking his cock deep into my cunt.
The head of his cock now pushes against my cervix with each thrust, and I can’t help but want it even deeper. I raise my knee up onto the desk, and Darcy pushes it against the desk, holding it up as he pile drives my pussy.
I scream out for him in unmistakable pleasure. Darcy’s cock pulses inside of me, stretching my hole temporarily. He moans for me, loving the feeling of my pussy wrapped around his cock.
He pulls out of me and lifts me off the desk. I stand, patiently waiting for my next instruction, as Darcy climbs on top of his desk and lies down horizontally.
He motions for me to stand as close to him as I can and spins me around so I’m facing away from him, my ass practically resting against his ribs. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me up on top of him and splays my legs so I’m sitting on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position.
My arms are still tied together behind me, so I require some guidance. It serves as another reminder that while I’m on top, Darcy is still in full control. He pushes his cock back into me from behind and grabs my hips, rocking my cunt against it with full force.
The head of his cock teases my cervix hard as his shaft is pressed against my G-spot and is constantly rubbing against it, rushing me almost to my peak. He thrusts into me from below, and the movement causes even more incredible sensation to flood my body.
I’m riding a wave of pleasurem and I’m about to surrender to the crash.
Darcy forces my hips up and down on him, my knees helping be bounce against his cock and his hips flexing up at me with each downward motion of my own body. We meet forcefully in a steamy, passionate union.
My orgasm is imminent and uncontrollable.
I throw my head back and shout to Darcy, “I’m gonna come! Fuck, Darcy. Please, sir! Don’t stop.”
I bite my lip hard and try my best to cope with the intense pleasure since my hands aren’t available to me. My fingers are laced together behind me, and that’s all I get of them.
His domination over me has me in a completely different state. I’ve never experienced orgasm like this. I can literally let go of everything and just let it happen.
I feel completely secure, and I let my mind blank. I close my eyes temporarily, and all I can see is white, fuzzy bliss.
Darcy moans, and I watch his face strain. His breathing becomes heavy and his fingers dig into my hip bones. As my cum floods out of my pussy, gushing onto his cock and spewing out of my hole, Darcy’s cock explodes inside of me, mixing our juices together and filling me completely.
My entire pelvis is throbbing and aching from my orgasm and my now overly full pussy.
I try to keep it trapped in, enjoying the stretching, pulsing sensation, but I’m overwhelmed and with one long sigh, both our cum comes rushing out with cataclysmic pressure. I moan and whimper as I come down from my climax.
I look over my shoulder at Darcy and see him panting but just admiring my body, enjoying the view of my restraints holding me under his control. He lifts me off his cock and scoots himself forward, allowing me to sit cross-legged on top of his desk.
He is still panting as he removes his tie from my wrists. My muscles are appreciative of the alleviation, but my brain tells me I could stay tied up forever, if it’s for Darcy.
“Lizzie, you’re fucking wonderful,” Darcy says to me. I light up, excited by his words.
“Why is that?” I ask, curiously. “I literally have never done something like this before. I was honestly worried you would be disappointed.”
“You’re speaking to me like we’re finished, slut,” Darcy interjects.
I feel a lump form in my throat. I don’t know how to respond. All I know is that my eyebrows are arched so high and my face is so tight I look like I could be a figure in a doll museum.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely up for more; I’m just so curious what more can be out there for us. How deep does this fantasy go?
Before I can really even collect myself, Darcy is off the desk and is fishing through my clothes that have been thrown onto the floor. He finds the garment he had in mind and approaches me, still cross-legged sitting perpendicular on his desk.
He greets me with a kiss, and as our lips meet, I feel fabric pushed against my pussy lips. He scoops up a helping sample of our cum and rubs it into the pair of panties in his hand.
As our lips part, he balls up the underwear and presses it against my lips. I open my mouth, and he pushes every cum-covered thread of my thong into my mouth, the most drenched part of course sitting directly onto my tongue.
Just like that, I’m soaking wet, on top of already being drenched in our fluids.
My head is rushing, trying to process Darcy and his newfound dominance and how much I love being his counterpart. Darcy lifts me to the edge of the desk, my legs now hanging down and my butt cheeks now with the crease from the edge pressed into my skin.
I
rest my hands above my head, and shudder as he rubs his hands from my tits down to my inner thighs. Every nerve is ignited as his fingers run along my skin. When he greets my inner thighs, he grabs my legs and spreads them apart.
His hard cock flops on top of my cunt again, teasing my pussy lips with his sexy thick meat.
I tongue at the panties that have been shoved into my mouth in an attempt to moan. Darcy looks up at my face, smiling. He thrusts his cock against my pussy lips, getting it wet from all of our cum still sitting residually on my cunt.
He pumps his cock in his hand, rubbing cum onto it and also spits on it for more lubrication.
Darcy raises my legs onto his chest and my calves rest on his shoulders. He presses the head of his cock against my asshole and gently eases himself inside of me. My asshole twitches but relaxes as he slides his massive cock into my hole.
“Good slut. Take my whole cock into your ass. Be my whore,” Darcy commands. He winks at me, and I breathe in deep as I relax my ass more and wiggle my hips as he pushes the rest of himself inside me.
He’s all the way in, and I’m exhilarated.
He thrusts slowly at first, just watching my face and seeing me really let go for him. I hear a vibration on the table as he drags something of a different material across it. He pushes my leg forward, granting him access to my cunt, and slides in his egg-sized metal paper weight into my cunt.
I feel the pressure of the paper weight coupled with his cock rubbing against me, the two only separated by a thin wall of skin. I moan deep in pleasure, my skin crawling with a tingling sensation. His thrusts grow stronger and faster.
I feel like I’m fucking flying. His face is glistening with sweat, and his chest is tight, his breathing heavy from pounding his cock inside my ass.
As his cock thrusts hard in and out of my tight little asshole, he puts his finger on my clit and starts rubbing it in a fast circular motion. As I soar through my cloud of pleasure, I feel my clit throbbing hard under his finger. I start thrusting my hips up as he pounds into me, humping my clit against his finger as he rubs it.
I’m taken to new heights of solace as I fly deep into an intense orgasm. My cunt flexes so hard, the paper weight is expelled from my pussy, covered in fresh cum.
Darcy is driven wild at my incredible satisfaction, and his hips flex hard against my ass. He pumps his cock inside me a few more times before he pulls himself out of me and strokes his cock, spewing cum all over my body. The first load flies all the way up to my face, covering every inch of my features.
My eyelashes, my nose, my cheeks, and my lips are all coated in his warm cum. He expels another load onto my chest and stomach, with all of it falling onto my breasts and even into my belly button. Finally, just a few drips trickle out and land directly onto my pussy and my clit and dribble down my pussy lips.
I smile at him and lick my lips, my tongue getting a generous heap of cum that slides right in and down to the back of my throat. His sweet cum sits on me, and we lock in and stare at each other, admiring this new step our sex lives have taken us to.
I don’t know what this means for next time we fuck, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t want this to happen again.
Darcy
It’s done. Chuck pushed all the paperwork through, and Bennet Babes is mine. Normally, after closing such a monumental deal, I would celebrate by drinking copious amounts of champagne at a local restaurant, hitting on all the attractive waitresses I could find, and fucking their brains out in the backseat of my limo.
This time, I don’t feel the desire to celebrate. As of this morning, I’m officially Lizzie’s boss. That means it would be exceedingly unprofessional for me to continue having a sexual relationship with her.
I suppose it would be possible for the two of us to continue our fling for a while, maybe it could even last for a few months. But sooner or later, someone would find out, and my reputation in the industry would be ruined.
Of course. Just when I’ve found the perfect woman who satisfies me in every way possible, I have to let her go.
My train is thought gets interrupted by Chuck belching. He came to my office to give me the “good” news. He promptly helped himself to a glass of my scotch, and he’s getting drunk off his ass. I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t 11 o’clock in the morning.
“Come on, Darcy! This is a huge deal. Celebrate a little,” Chuck says. Don’t get me wrong, this deal will bring in a ton of money for my company. A lot of people are about to get bonuses around here.
But I can’t shake the thought of Lizzie even though I have to. I need to move on. The more I think about Lizzie, the more I put my reputation in jeopardy.
“Perhaps later,” I respond. “It’s a little too early in the morning for me to have scotch.”
“That doesn’t sound like the Darcy I know,” Chuck says. “Let me guess, you’re upset about the whole Lizzie thing?”
“I am.”
Chuck proceeds to pour himself another glass. I wouldn’t mind wetting my beak for this early in the morning for such a special occasion, but I simply can’t bring myself to do it.
“I can’t help but feel partly responsible for this,” Chuck states.
“How do you mean?”
“Well, I’m the one who said if you sleep with Lizzie once, you would get her out of your system. But all it seemed to do was make you even crazier about her. I should’ve told you to avoid her like the fucking plague.”
I can’t tell if Chuck is being genuine or not. I mean, who could possibly tell when a lawyer is being sincere? But Chuck had no role to play in this situation.
Even if he wasn’t around, I would’ve found a way to be with Lizzie. I would’ve gone back to the Bennet mansion as many times as I needed to convince Lizzie to be mine.
And now I’m hooked on her.
“Maybe there’s a way you can have your cake and eat it, too,” Chuck says.
“I always hated that phrase. Obviously if I have some cake I’m going to eat it.”
“That’s not the point of the phrase. What it means is that you cannot simultaneously eat a cake while maintaining possession of it. You can’t do both things at the same time even though everyone, obviously, wants to eat the cake.”
I absentmindedly give Chuck the death-stare for a moment. I’m in a state of distress, and I don’t need him correcting me on my phrase knowledge. I go on and say, “So what were you saying?”
“Right. Well, the girls record all their cam shows. All the data is saved away. So instead of making the site continue to be live, you could simply upload the old shows and turn Bennet Babes into a tube site. People can just watch the girls undress like normal porn.”
“Sorry, but I don’t see how that helps me with the Lizzie situation.”
“Now that you acquired Bennet Babes, you don’t really need the girls themselves anymore because you retain ownership of all their old videos. You could let them go, meaning—”
“Meaning Lizzie wouldn’t have to be my employee, and I could continue seeing her.”
Chuck nods and takes another sip of his scotch. It’s an excellent plan. Of course, there’s the tiny matter that I would essentially have to fire the girl I want to be with.
Although, I suppose that actually wouldn’t be a problem. I have enough connections in this industry to get Lizzie any job she needs. All she would have to do is tell me what she wants to do, I make one phone call, and I’ve set her up in whatever job she wants.
I bet I could even negotiate the best salary possible. Granted, I make enough money for the both of us to live comfortably, but I know Lizzie. She’ll want her own income. She’s a strong, independent woman, and I’ll do anything to make her dreams come true.
“This is a brilliant plan. I can stay with Lizzie,” I say.
“You know,” Chuck starts, “if you’re serious about going through with this plan, you realize you probably won’t be able to fuck escorts anymore. I mean, you’ve been with plenty of girls, but I’ve n
ever seen you get this serious with one before. Are you ready to be a one-woman man?”
I’d love nothing more in this moment to tell Chuck about the threesome I had with Lizzie and the escort the other night. I know for a fact Chuck has never had a three-way. If he did, I would be the first person he would call to gloat about it.
There’s nothing that would surprise him more than for me to tell him how Lizzie is all right with spicing up our relationship by adding an extra partner.
But I hold my tongue. I don’t feel the need to fuck and tell. I’m happy with my relationship with Lizzie, and I don’t require validation from anyone else to know that she is best for me.
“I’m not worried about it at all. And you know what? I think I will have a glass of scotch to celebrate.”
Lizzie
When Darcy calls me to the office, you best believe I drop everything no matter what and I order up that Town Car. Now that I’ve almost made it to his office door, I’m nearly breathless with excitement. It’s not even sexual excitement—although it could definitely turn into that.
I’m just eager for whatever’s going to happen next.
If there is anybody else I see on this floor, they’re usually older and well-dressed. I’m thrown for a loop by the sight of a kid, maybe twenty years old, winded and carrying two big, brown paper bags over to Darcy’s receptionist. Her desk is usually empty, but she’s there now and looking nervous.
The kid is wearing a plaid shirt and cargo shorts, and he has a ridiculously scruffy blond beard. He’s so young for that beard, maybe he has no concept of what shaving is. I try not to laugh at this thought as I overhear the receptionist questioning the kid in a hushed tone.
“When did these come out of the oven?”
“Ten.”
“And you stopped at the patisserie, not the bodega?”
“The bodega was only for the beer, I got the pastries at the fancy place.”
The receptionist knows to ignore me as I pass. I can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on with those items. Maybe it’s part of some weird office thing that has nothing to do with me. Or, it could be part of whatever Darcy has in store.
