My Darcy Mutates…

by Enid Wilson

  Rolled her onto her back, he thrust inside her again.

  And that is how they came to spend the night and all of Valentine’s Day measuring and discussing the relative merits of the metric system.

  Bedroom Ability

  What if Mr. Darcy expressed himself on the occasion as sensibly and as warmly as a man violently in love might be supposed to do?

  Elizabeth Bennet slowly awoke to the sound of a phone ringing, the caress of a man’s strong hands on her breasts, and his growing hardness pressing importunately against her bottom.

  One of his hands left her momentarily.

  “Yes…No…Yes…Hmm…Ok…Bye.” The sound of the man answering the call roused her from her lingering stupor, for it sounded like…Mr. Darcy!

  She opened her eyes and stared straight ahead.

  “Shit!” she swore under her breath, for what she saw was his office.

  She lowered her glance as his tan, dark-haired arm settled back on her white breasts again.

  From the waist up, she was without a stitch of clothing. And his big, hot hands were slowly rubbing and pinching her nipples.

  She sucked in a deep breath and squirmed, then swore, “Shit,” again as she felt his firm arousal prod her butt cheeks. She was completely naked, without anything covering the lower part of her body, either.

  How did I get here? she wondered wildly.

  The decorations in his office reminded her that it was Christmas. Events and images flashed through her mind: Caroline Bingley, the Human Resources dragon, laughing behind her back, the day before. The orange woman had snickered at her, saying that Elizabeth was a prim and proper tomboy who wore a buttoned-up shirt, trousers and short hair, a boring, fat lad who didn’t know how to have fun with men.

  After that, Elizabeth had shopped for the most alluring and feminine frock she could find, to shock the acid-tongue woman at the office Christmas party. With a constant supply of wine and champagne to bolster her courage, she had flirted and laughed with nearly every man in the company.

  She remembered that her big boss hadn’t seemed to like her new behaviour. When she saw Mr. Darcy withdraw from the festivities with a frown, she followed him into his office, determined to make her serious boss have some fun.

  Actually, she had done a lot more than that. She remembered, after a bit of happy banter, how she had pushed him down to sit rigidly on the chesterfield couch, feeding him sips of bubbly from her own mouth until…

  “Elizabeth, my love,” Mr. Darcy murmured, close to her ear. His deep, velvety voice made her shiver. Then his tongue stroked her earlobe, before nipping and sucking on it.

  She trembled. Her mind couldn’t concentrate any more. As his hands squeezed and cupped her breasts to sensual heights, she panted and cried out in low moans.

  Arching her body involuntarily, she felt one of his legs push hers at an angle. Granted access, his impressive shaft slid along her outer folds from behind, making her apex ablaze.

  One of his hands left her twin peaks and travelled down to her pubic hair. His demanding fingers rubbed and tweaked her sensitized nub from the front. The dual attack rendered her instantly afire and soaking wet.

  Elizabeth grabbed onto his arms, bracing herself as she felt him position himself at her entrance. When he pushed into her, stretched her tight and tender inner muscles insistently, she let out a loud moan.

  This super-big boss of hers was jumbo-sized, invading her in a way she had never experienced before. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as sensation of friction and scorching heat spread through her core.

  He pushed in, inch after inch, slowly, steadily, relentlessly, until at last he reached her hilt. Suddenly, she remembered this ecstasy of his manhood inside her, recalling it from the last time. She had been in control then, straddling him, using gravity and determination as she lowered herself onto his impressive girth. Panting, she had confessed to him she had never before done the deed in any way but the missionary position, on a proper bed. After she took control and fucked him wildly while he continued to sit stiffly on the sofa, she told him it had been the best sex she had ever had.

  Now he was invading her from behind, filling her in places she didn’t know could be filled, creating another unforgettable dream. But when he started to pull out and push into her rhythmically, building to a neck-breaking speed, she knew it was a wonderful reality instead.

  His sizzling mouth was biting her neck. His burning hands had returned to pluck at her throbbing nipples while his blazing shaft pounded into her with maddening urgency. After endless minutes of amazing sensory assault, her body couldn’t take it any more. She screamed out his name and dug her fingers deeply into his forearms as she rode out the highest climax she had ever reached. The waves of it crashed through her body for ages.

  Still quivering with delight, she felt him pump into her in a frenzy of quick pulses and then freeze, his tip stopped at the depth of her womb. Growling savagely, he blasted his essence into her. His teeth bit into her shoulder, and his convulsions prolonged the orgasm she was still experiencing.

  Her body was on fire, torched where their skin touched, where his mouth and hands stroked, and where his manhood throbbed. Her mind was satiated for a long time, and she whimpered in protest when he finally withdrew from her and turned her to lie on her back.

  He brushed the wayward curls from her sweaty face and lowered his mouth to kiss her eyelids.

  When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the brightest of smiles on his face. His emerald gaze bored into her. The lovely dimples made him look like a young man of twenty, instead of a mature businessman of thirty five.

  He smoothed his hands along her body, then lifted her left hand. He kissed each of her fingers, and a glinting light made her eyes widen.

  “What…?” She swallowed hard.

  “We’re engaged, my love,” he said, and leaned down to kiss her deeply.

  She squirmed in astonishment, and accidentally pushed him off of the sofa.

  He laughed and pulled her down on top of him, then rolled to pin her gently beneath him.

  Once again, her concentration was broken by the sensation of his lips and tongue. He pressed his muscled frame against her on the rug, guiding her legs up to wrap around his waist, and she felt him spring to life again.

  Is this man Superman? she wondered wildly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  His tongue thrust into her mouth as his hard rod searched, shifted, and then impaled her anew. Her body was wet and ready, still hot from their last encounter. Insatiable, he plunged into her again and again, on and on, a dance of delirious delight.

  This time, they reached their peak together. Their moans and groans filled the office and echoed in their ears. When he collapsed on top of her, she loved the feeling of connection with this big man.

  Slowly, she returned to earth. He sat up to relieve her of his weight, and settled with his back to the chesterfield. Then he pulled her up to sit on his lap.

  “You’ll move in with me today, won’t you?” His deep voice brought her back from the hazy clouds.

  She gazed at him, finally remembering how, after their first coupling, he had pulled her to his desk, set her down on his chair and retrieved something from the top drawer. Kneeling in front of her, buck naked, he had proposed to his equally naked personal assistant.

  “I’ve loved you passionately, since not long after you started working for me,” he had explained. “I started carrying my mother’s ring with me, this last month. The sparkles of the diamond remind me of your eyes.”

  She’d smiled at the unconventional proposal from her naked boss, then impetuously agreed. He, in turn, had slipped the beautiful diamond ring onto her finger and they’d celebrated with a tender and slow lovemaking, on his desk! He’d confided that it had been one of his fantasies for quite a while.

  Wow, so he’s fucked me senseless four times in the past few hours, Elizabeth now thought. Suddenly she remembered she had indeed been �
�senseless’, no doubt dulled by the alcohol. Didn’t she dislike her arrogant boss?

  “Umh…Mr. Darcy…” she stammered.

  “William.”

  “Umh…William…” The rumbling of her stomach startled both of them. They stared at each other, then broke into chuckles. She had never seen him so carefree.

  “We’d better feed you with food, too.” He winked and pulled her to stand up.

  While she was debating how to tell him that she’d been drunk when she agreed to his proposal, he dressed both her and himself quickly. He seemed very capable at slipping her into her bra and panties, and then sheathing her in her tight black cocktail dress.

  Once that was done, he wrapped his hand around her waist and led her out of the office. As a young man violently in love, he chatted non-stop how much he loved her, all the way back to his townhouse in Knightsbridge. She found she couldn’t edge in a word to hamper his enthusiasm.

  His elderly housekeeper greeted them at the door.

  “Mrs. Reynolds, you remember my personal assistant, Elizabeth Bennet?” He made the introduction warmly.

  Elizabeth’s face turned bright red as the elderly lady looked her up and down. Darcy still had his arm around her waist, and Elizabeth felt sure that Mrs. Reynolds knew they’d had sex, because Elizabeth’s hair and dress were dishevelled.

  “Miss Bennet. Merry Christmas.”

  “Mrs. Reynolds. Merry…Christmas.” Damn, why can’t I talk normally? Elizabeth thought. Must be the effect of Mr. Darcy’s hand rubbing my waist.

  “Elizabeth and I are engaged. She’s moving in here. We’re a bit hungry right now. Do you have any goodies?”

  Oh, great! Now he’s announced it to the world.

  “Oh, William, that’s wonderful news.” Mrs. Reynolds gave him a kiss on the cheek before hugging Elizabeth tightly. “I have some sandwiches in the fridge. You didn’t bring any personal belongings with you yet, Miss Bennet?”

  “Mr. Darcy…William…rushed me here…”

  “Of course I did! I didn’t want her to change her mind about moving in.” He winked and pulled her into the kitchen.

  By the time they finished the sandwiches, another person came into the kitchen.

  “Well, William, you certainly stayed at the office party a lot longer, this year,” his sister said cheerfully. "What kept you?"

  “My fiancée and I were…occupied.” He smiled at Elizabeth, who felt her blush spread to her chest. Did he have to tell everyone what they had just done?

  Georgiana squeaked and flung herself on him. “Congratulations, brother!”

  “You remember Elizabeth Bennet, my personal assistant these last six months. My sister, Georgiana.”

  Georgiana then hugged Elizabeth warmly. “You can call me Gigi. And thanks for taking my dull and overbearing brother off my back.”

  “Georgiana!” he chastised.

  She stuck her tongue out at him and continued talking to Elizabeth. “I didn’t have much chance to talk to you, last time, but I’ve heard so much about you! He laughed over how you gave him a dressing down for bad dictation.”

  Elizabeth remembered the incident, which had transpired just three days after she started working for him. She had made a few mistakes in her typing, and he was furious with her. In turn, she had told him that she’d never had that kind of problem with her bosses before. She suggested that he dictate closer to the recorder, not with his head wandering around in every direction.

  Darcy also remembered the incident. He had been annoyed with Caroline for hiring such a badly dressed personal assistant for him while he was away. He had only taken Charles’s sister out a few times, to some business functions, but she seemed to think that she owned the company – and him!

  After his initial attack on Elizabeth’s taste in clothing, he had found her efficient, intelligent and refreshing. By the third day, he had begun to feel attracted to her. His gaze followed her everywhere, as he enjoyed the fantasy of stripping the hideous business suit and trousers off of her and doing wicked things to her voluptuous body everywhere in the office. That was the true reason why the quality of his dictation had slipped.

  He’d scolded her for the typing mistakes but she, in turn, gave him a fiery dressing down. Her temper was refreshing. Since then, he had been in love with her. He hadn’t asked her out on dates because they were working days and sometimes nights together anyway. And on the weekends, because her sister Jane was already dating his friend Charles, Darcy and Elizabeth often saw each other socially, as well.

  He loved that she was unafraid of him, and that she didn’t fawn over him. Instead, she spoke her mind, both professionally and socially. They often had heated but inspiring debates. He treated her more as a friend than as an employee. It had become more and more difficult for him to reframe from expressing his love to her, but he was still unsure of her family. Her mother and younger sisters sounded, and behaved, like gold diggers.

  But when she’d turned up at the Christmas party dressed like a glamorous sex kitten, and had proceeded to flirt with every man there, he was jealous as hell. He resolved to talk to her after the Christmas party, then retreated to his office to calm the green-eyed monster. But she followed him into the office, where she not only told him but also showed him how to have fun.

  And, boy, had he had fun! He had never been ridden by a wild woman before. Strangely, he found that he loved this domination by his petite love. He’d experienced the best climax of his life when she rode him to oblivion, and he was ecstatic when she agreed to marry him. Their subsequent love-making sessions had been as marvellous as the first one. He hadn’t know that he was capable of shagging her four times in such a short span of time.

  The phone rang again, and he answered it curtly.

  “Yes?…Wickham…hell…”

  Elizabeth watched as Darcy stalked out of the kitchen to continue the conversation. Then Mrs. Reynolds excused herself, leaving Elizabeth to remember her other objection to him. Besides their initial clash at work, she had also heard George Wickham, a junior in admin, speak about how badly Darcy had mistreated him, preventing him from dating Georgiana.

  “This Wickham…he’s your boyfriend?” Elizabeth asked Georgiana.

  “He was dreaming!” Georgiana exclaimed. “William and Wickham grew up together. I was much younger. When I was in junior high, Wickham wanted to date me. Come on, he’s so old! Like my brother. Who would want an elderly brother as a date? Wickham made a nuisance of himself, and my brother told him that he would fire him if he continued. It took that to make his yucky behavior stop.”

  Elizabeth gritted her teeth. She had been taken in by a delusional stalker! “Georgiana and I love each other so much, and her brother separated us. We vowed to keep our chastity till she reaches 21, and then run away together.” Those had been Wickham’s melodramatic words. “Why did Mr. Darcy hire him in the first place? Just because they were friends?”

  “Wickham is my father’s godson, so William took care of him whenever he could. I told William he should have washed his hands of him ages ago. Godson, my ass!”

  At that point, Darcy walked back into the kitchen. “Georgiana, good night. Elizabeth and I are tired.” He arched his eyebrows at Elizabeth when he spoke. Then he pulled her upstairs, to his room.

  So, what should I do now? she wondered. He didn’t mistreat Wickham. He might have been a bit arrogant in that dictation incident, but he’s smart, serious and responsible. He loves me to bits, and he sure knows how to fuck me senseless…

  While she was still mentally debating the relative merits of keeping or breaking the engagement, he pulled her into the bathroom and started divesting them both of their clothes. In moments, she was a lost woman. Again.

  When they married, six months later, she teased him that it was his bedroom ability that persuaded her to stay in the engagement long enough for her to fall in love with him.

  He retorted that she had certainly taken her time, giving him ample opportunity to pro
ve that his abilities extended to the office, the bathroom, the bedroom, and almost everywhere else inside his townhouse and country estate.

  “Well,” she answered, contented in his arms, “a good personal assistance ought to be thorough. Don’t you agree?”

  Billionaire Convicted

  What if Mr. Darcy and Wickham had a fight?

  People around the world were outraged that convicted billionaire William Darcy was given an unbelievably light sentence, serving only a day at Meryton’s charity co-op, Ice Cream Vision.

  “How difficult can it be to be an ice-cream taster? It’s a dream job, not a punishment,” a woman in London said.

  “That rich brat must have bribed the fat judge at Meryton,” a man from New York claimed.

  On April 1st, 2008, Darcy pleaded guilty at Meryton Court to a charge of reckless assault against his former friend, George Wickham. Darcy was sentenced to one day of community service.

  Computer whiz kid Darcy was staying with his friend, Charles Bingley, at Netherfield Mansion, in the town of Meryton a year ago, when the incident occurred. During a party hosted by Bingley, Wickham became drunk and verbally abused a local woman whose name was withheld from the press.

  Darcy got involved in an altercation with Wickham about the woman, hitting Wickham on the face several times with an expensive pair of shoes, giving his victim a black eye and a bloody nose.

  The Berluti boots, Rapieces Reprises, looked extremely stylish, especially with their innovative orange hue color. Sadly, they were an unwanted gift from Bingley’s sister Caroline to the billionaire, with an original price tag of $1,830. She claimed to have encrusted the pair of shoes with a million-dollar diamond heart, which was lost during the brawl and never recovered.

  The photo of the billionaire being handcuffed by the Meryton Police, his clothes in disarray, was featured by tabloids around the globe for several months. Today, he will serve his sentence at Ice Cream Vision, an organisation which produces and distributes free ice cream for poor children in the neighborhood.