by Mia Madison
I reach behind to fill our glasses with my secretary’s tight pussy impaled on me. We drink and press skin to skin while her walls tug and hug my length until I can take it no longer. The glasses go floating across the illuminated water while I pound into Mabel's sweet tight pussy hard enough to make her see more stars.
Chapter Nineteen
Mabel
“My god, Mabel, the things you do to me,” Darcy groans into my neck, as his seed fills me with warmth.
He's doing some insane things to me too. There are all sorts of truths I can't believe about myself now. Sleeping with my boss and having sex in public being two of them. But climbing into some stranger's hot tub, some mega rich strangers at that, who'd have the kind of fancy lawyers that would sue me for my entire life – well, I'm really playing the wild child.
But Darcy isn't at all bothered by rules. He does whatever he wants and pays the consequences I guess. He can afford to.
We remain in the hot bubbles, his arms wrapping me while I lean my elbows on his huge shoulders and twine my fingers through his damp hair. I can't stop kissing him. His forehead, his cheek, his strong mouth that draws me into his while he clamps my head.
I inhale the woody smell of his skin, mixed with the fragrant water as his exotic cologne merges with the bubbles. I rub his stubbled chin into my skin, loving the raw scratchiness of his masculinity. My breasts bob on the spuming water between us, nudging into the carved out swell of his chest. Occasionally he reaches up to pinch a nipple and I am compelled to lean down and suck his lips as I quiver with renewed lust.
“Now look what you've done,” he says, his mouth against mine, his breath hot and filled with desire. “I'm filling you again already.”
“I want you to fuck me again,” I whisper against his lips, unable to break the spell of the full firm flesh. Everything I've wanted since the moment I saw him.
“Dirty talk for a good girl like you, Mabel,”
“Please fuck me. Sir.”
Darcy becomes a crazed man when I utter those last words, like he's starving. And all for me. He withdraws and climbs out of the tub, then lifts me out in his powerful hold.
His chest against my tits is a broad shield wall, flexing with power as he struts across the huge ocean-side deck.
“Ohmigod, what are you doing?” I squeal as he throws open the door into the mansion and strides toward the central staircase that's as wide as my apartment building.
“Someone must be home if the door isn't locked,” I say, terrified but laughing at the same time.
Water is dripping from our nude bodies all over what appears to be a very expensive hall rug.
“We're going to get in so much trouble.”
“You mean you are, talking to your boss like that.”
My body starts to pulsate with renewed need and the sensual hunger for his hand slapping my ass cheeks. The sting from them being wet and heated only enervates me so that my pussy throbs hungrily despite the pounding it just took.
Darcy seems to know where he's going, although there are so many doors lining the wide passageway, any one would do for what I'm sure he has planned. Me on my hands and knees again, my slit slightly parted while he gives me a delicious filthy spanking.
So I am totally surprised when he strides through a huge bedroom to a concealed entrance that he opens with the push of a button and carries me inside.
“Ohmigod, where are we?” I whimper, goosebumps have popped up the length of my arms.
Darcy sets me down and I have barely a moment to take in the padded walls and ceiling in the very low light before a silky layer of fabric plunges me into darkness.
“Do you trust me, Mabel?” Darcy's sand-rough voice in my ear behind me. I feel the hot steel length of his dick pressing against my back and I nod quickly even though I'm quaking through and through.
“What are you going to do to me?” I mewl, the whips and other strange pieces of equipment I noticed briefly in the room freaking me out.
Before I can ask any more questions, another silken band wraps around my mouth, tightening between my lips so I can't even squeak.
“Nothing you aren't going to love, Baby,” Darcy grits out against my ear lobe which he then bites, just hard enough to elicit a frisson of exquisite pain.
The darkness behind the blindfold is intense and flashes of bright colors start to float across the screen in my mind as a soft tickle brushes down the length of my inner thigh.
“You lost your new shoes, you bad girl,” my Boss growls, his voice rasping with hungry lust.
Quivers ripple through every cell of my body. Although I've been naked and spread most of the evening, I suddenly feel more bared and vulnerable to my boss than ever before. Every little brush of the silk or the feather, whatever he's trailing along my sensitive inner thigh is making me shake and squirm with intense longing.
Darcy takes my hand and leads me a couple of steps then orders me; “On your knees, Baby. That's it now lean forward.”
He supports me tenderly, as I surrender to bending over into black space before my bare tits encounter a padded bench. I turn my head and rest my cheek, then feel shackles tightening around my wrists, then ankles. Once my boss has finished cuffing every limb, I'm held immobile bent over the desk or bench with my ass tipped up and my pulsating clit trembling with anticipation.
I know Darcy loves me this way, naked and bound, completely exposed to his gaze. What I didn’t know was how much I adore this too. This being vulnerable to him. My pussy is wet enough to fill that hot tub, my juice flowing down my thighs.
“You're soaked,” Darcy groans as his tickler trails up the back of my leg and flicks lightly across my dripping slit. The light touch drives me insane with need for his cock filling me. My entire clit swells and bulges and in the darkness I am driven close to deranged by the memory of his huge cock standing straight and rigid as he pulled me out of the jacuzzi into his powerful hold.
I moan behind the gag, desperate to release the intolerable pressure building in every pore. I need to get off again. I need the prickling electricity beneath my skin to explode into gushes of wild pleasure. I buck my ass against the bench, trying to encourage my boss to fuck me, or rub his fingers into my clit, anything but torment me with the divine tickling.
“So you're a greedy girl as well as naughty. Okay.”
I hardly have time to brace myself before his hand slams down on my ass, barely moist now from the tub but enough that the slap sends sharp sparks from my cheek up through my core.
Then the warmth from his spanking spreads through me, making my pussy clench with greater need and the juices pour down my legs. I moan and thrash as much as I'm able, held firm in my bondage while Darcy's hand comes down, clapping across each cheek and my open hole.
“I love spanking your wet pussy, baby. I won't ever get enough of that.”
My boss's hand continues slapping that naughty clamorous opening, getting wetter with every spank until I almost black out with the delirium of desire.
Chapter Twenty
Darcy
Mabel lies bent over the spanking bench in complete surrender, wailing behind her gag, screaming for me to fuck her or get her off. She's the hottest thing in the entire universe. Her skin is so pink and deliciously moist, it's all I can do not to drop on my knees behind her and lick across the length of her from clit to asshole. One taste of her on my tongue would never be sufficient. I'd need to return to the hollow of her pussy mouth and scoop up all the divine nectar pooled there over and over again.
When I'm done with her spanking. I do quickly drop to the floor to palm her ass and spread her open while I suck the juices off her thighs all the way up to her folded lips, engorged and throbbing hot with demanding lust.
Then I pull back and grin when I hear the muffled objection from behind the gag. She needs to get off again. Desperately. Her perfect pussy is pulsating like a heart beating in wild abandon. But I leave her with her need and retrieve our clothes, now stack
ed, neatly folded right outside the door.
“I don't think your punishment was sufficient,” I tell her as I unshackle her restraints.
I lift her up to standing and she buckles. Almost falling to the ground in a limp pile if I hadn't caught her up in my arms and pulled her into me, mashing her fantastic tits against my chest.
When she's stable enough to stand on her own legs, I carefully dress her while leaving the blindfold and gag in place so she has to hold onto me and feel everything raging inside her as she fights to contain her ravaging climax.
Once, I've buckled her into the offending shoes, I rise and pull her into my chest wall, wrapping her tightly in my arms where she can relax.
As she leans into me, I untie the blindfold and her kitten eyes lift up to me with an adoring, pleading stare. I smile and kiss the top of her head, knowing I've made her mine forever.
“I know, Baby,” I tell her. “But it will be worth it in the end.”
She frowns a little at that. And then even deeper, when I take her hand to lead her through the house and down the staircase, leaving her mouth gag in place. She knows better than to untie it herself and allows me to take her through the house back to the waiting helicopter.
I lift her in and she looks at me, eyes huge and questioning. So pretty with the silk bind between her plump lips. I climb in beside her and again strap her in, the restraints looking just as enticing, slicing across her luscious curves.
The bird lifts off into the sky and I see it won't be long before dawn rises. I've been fucking and making love to Mabel, in various ways all night and I'm nowhere near satiated on her body. I could take her again and again and still want more. She renders me insatiable and the need for her pierces into my skin like a thousand daggers.
Her eyes flash at me, questioning why the gag remains bound into her mouth. I kiss the top of her head and wrap her under my bicep, tugging her close into my chest while we fly along the coastline in silence, all the emotion from the night passing between our bodies.
The pilot sets us down on the roof of my office tower and we take the elevator down to the garage where I put her in my car. The blood pushes furiously through my veins when I see her bound still. So tempting, it's all I can do not to push her over the hood and spread her pussy again.
I need to be buried hard inside her. But first I need her to learn what I want and need. She's spent her career figuring that out so it won't take her long to understand the same rules, as my woman.
I take her hand between changing gears but when we reach the bridge and Mabel realizes she's going to her apartment not mine, her little scowl returns. I know she needs relief for the inevitable throb in her pussy but I need her to wait.
It's not as though I didn't give myself to her on this particular day for lovers. When she understands, she'll come to realize how much that means for me to fuck her in the vanilla sense. I did that for her. To prove to her how much she means to me. To fill her pussy with my cock and leave it there, pressing into her while we sat skin joined at every pore.
She slams out of the car when we pull up at her building, before I can make it around to her door. I follow her and before she reaches her door, grab her arm to pull her back into me. She comes crashing into my chest and tries to struggle against me then realizes it's hopeless. I can restrain her with one arm.
With the other I loosen the tie at the back of her head and when it falls free, cover her mouth with mine. She again tries to resist but I tame her mouth with mine, covering her lips and sucking her in like I'd like to inhale all of her. Finally, I feel her surrender and melt into my arms, pressing her full tits into my chest in the way that sends my wood hammering an entire subdivision.
When I break the kiss, she opens her mouth to speak but I cover her lips with one finger so she quietens.
“You've been out all night. Feel free to rest as much as you need and come in late this morning.”
Then I lead her to her front door and watch her go inside. She knows enough about me not to inquire whether I want to come up.
After I shower and change at my own place, I wander into my office feeling on top of the world and am surprised to find Mabel already at her desk.
“Good morning, Mr Eglinton.”
She greets me with her usual professional courtesy but with an edge of chilliness I can't fail to detect. It's definitely not an act for her colleagues. She's upset about being gagged in front of the pilot and throughout the ride home.
“Good Morning, Mabel,” I reply casually, then add, “Very good to see you.”
She is a real pro at her job and I'm going to be sorry to lose her. But as soon as she's officially mine there's no way she can sit that close to me all day long and expect me to continue with the work I need to get done to manage the empire.
She's too much of a fucking distraction. One I can't stop thinking about, needing to spread her legs apart and taste her sweet lips. How many times can I bend my secretary over my desk and slap her delicious butt into submission before other members of staff start to gossip?
Chapter Twenty One
Mabel
I was surprised at how deep a sleep I fell into as soon as my head hit the pillow. Sure I'd be tossing around all night long thanks to the raging heat coursing through me, the desire to have Darcy with me and buried up to the hilt inside me as he'd been in the hot tub.
On the ride into the office my mind was running through all the possible scenarios of why he kept me gagged for the journey back into the city. That niggling insecure side of me said it was that he was tired of my coyness but I know that's not really the case.
Him taking me to the playroom, the way he likes to tie me up, tells me what I've always known. My boss likes to maintain control and be in charge. I guess I'm fine with that because with it comes respects and care for me, both as his employee and as his woman.
If that's what I am.
Maybe he was evading the prospect of too many questions after we spent the whole night together. Me wondering what this all means. Where do we go from here. The idea that I'm a temp in his bedroom is too horrible.
“Have you seen Darcy this morning?” Alana is asking Simon's assistant, Candace, when I go to get my boss his coffee. “He's virtually skipping around the office.”
“I noticed that a while back. Something's definitely stoking his fire. Or someone.”
They notice me at the counter and look away, knowing they shouldn’t be gossiping about the boss.
“How far back?” I ask directly, asserting myself as the older boss's right hand.
“What?” Candace snaps.
“You said you noticed a while back. How long would you say Darcy's been upbeat?”
“Hmm, let's see.”
“I think it started while you were away Mabel,” she says with a smug grin.
She's always been competitive with me although I’ve never given her any reason.
“Don't you agree, Alana?” she turns to the other woman for approval.
“Yeah.” Alana sees what's going on. “It was while you were on vacation and the temp was here.”
“Great,” I say and walk out of the room before they notice my annoyance.
They managed to get to me. They won't get to have the satisfaction though.
I take Darcy his coffee and he looks up at me with a grin that I pretend not to notice. When I get back to my desk I realize how childish I'm being and stand up to go back in and tell him how I'm feeling. It's irrational but it's niggling at me, the gagging thing and I need him to reassure me.
I brush myself down and as I turn, come face to face with a very pretty girl, a few years younger than me. I know for sure she doesn’t work at Eglinton Enterprise.
“May I help you?” I inquire.
“Is Darcy here,” she asks with an over familiar tone that makes me sure she's either his sister or an ex.
“Do you have an appointment?”
She giggles with a shrug as though to say 'why would I need
one?' causing my heart to plummet.
“I'm Sophie.”
She announces herself like I ought to know her.
“Yes?”
“I was here last week. Filling in. I left something in my desk.”
“My desk,” I snap.
This must be the temp. And the owner of the red underwear.
“Okay, whatever. I'll just go in,” she says.
“I'm afraid that won't be possible. Mr Eglinton left instructions that he is not to be disturbed.”
“I think he'll want to be disturbed for this.” She glides her hands down herself. “And he does have something that belongs to me.”
“Actually he doesn't.” I repress a snarl and maintain composure somehow. “Your property was disposed of.”
The girl makes a move as though she'll head into the boss's office regardless but I'm not about to be dissed. I take one step out and block her path with a hip check. Her eyes bat up to meet mine and she sees I mean business.
If Darcy prefers her he can have her. I don't want any man that would rather be with someone like her. It sounds mean, but it's the truth. I have my self respect. But I intend to ask him first. We're strong enough together to talk this through. I know he'll tell me straight whether he fucked his temp a few days before he hooked up with me.
A look crosses Sophie's face like she's about to get into a catfight but one glance at me lets her know she'd better not start something she can't finish. I'm here to protect my boss and I'll fight twice as hard for him now that he's my man.
The girl turns and walks back toward reception so slowly I'm tempted to call security. She loiters at a desk or two on the way trying to start a chat, but no one seems to remember her. After a brief greeting there's nothing left to say and she has to move on. As soon as she disappears, I head straight to Darcy's door, knock sharply and walk right in.
He looks up with a grin and I'm not sure whether he witnessed that altercation at my desk. Whether he saw me defend my position as his with everything I have. I blurt out my question without preamble.
