by Mia Madison
“What are you doing here, Sam? We said everything we have to say this morning.”
“I told you I wasn't giving up. And here you've been laying it on with a guilt attack about finding me cheating, meanwhile you got yourself someone else all along.”
“I don't have anyone.”
“You mean to tell me you sent all those flowers to yourself?”
“No of course not. How could I ever afford flowers like this in the middle of winter and in New York City?”
“Yeah, me either. You nailing some rich fucker? That why you traded me in?”
He comes up in my face, all belligerent and stinking of beer which I hate to smell on a man when he's in that mood.
“I think you're projecting just a bit, Sam. It was you that traded me in if you recall. And on my vacation.”
I'm not going to allow him to intimidate me, much as he's giving it all he's got.
“Don't try to lay the blame on me. I always knew you were a slut beneath that too good to be true act.”
“Let me go.”
I wrench my arm away and my flowers fall to the ground. Sam finds that exceptionally funny and yanks me down the street, refusing to let me go.
We get about three steps through the crowd before his head is thrown backward with a snap and he stumbles in reverse before falling to the sidewalk.
Chapter FOURTEEN
Darcy
“Keep your fucking hands off her,” I grit out at the ugly little bastard squirming at my feet.
I want to kick him literally to the curb but he's too much of a scumbag to wreck my shoes on. Mostly, I don't want Mabel to witness any more violence on her special day. I already slammed my fist into the dickwad's jaw, laying him out with a whiplash to boot.
“If I see you here again bothering Mabel, you're going to regret it.”
“You don't own the sidewalk, it belongs to the city,” the asshat yelps.
“And I own the fucking city so stay away from her. Just slink away and don't ever come back.”
He does as I tell him and we don't stick around to watch. I take Mabel by the hand and lead her through the crowd back towards my building.
“My lovely flowers,” she squeals.
“I'll get you more flowers, Babe.”
She can have bushels of flowers every day if they make her happy.
“I'm late,” I tell her by way of apology. “I meant to get back here earlier but traffic is a bitch and I left my phone charger at home.”
“I put a back up in your car.”
“Christ, I forgot that.”
“Darcy Eglinton, billionaire supreme, taken down by a phone charger.”
I whip around and yank her up into my chest.
“You sass me like that Princess and you know what the consequences will be.”
I kiss her hard on the lips and she laughs happily. So good to hear. She loves my consequences.
“Where are we going?” she mewls, as I place my hand in the lower curve of her back, right above her sexy ass and direct her into my private elevator.
Before I answer I clamp my hands around her face and cover her mouth with mine. She takes me hungrily, opening her lips and attacking my tongue as ferociously as mine delves into her. It's like I haven’t seen her for years instead of nineteen and a half hours. Every one of them a decade. It's insane what she does to me. I can't think, I can't negotiate. All I want to do is strip her naked and be buried inside of her.
The door slides open and we step out into a darkened office, illuminated only by the overhead night lights.
“Everyone left early tonight.” I say, as I lead her by the hand towards our work space.
“It's Valentine's,” she whispers, almost running to keep up. I slow my pace, still fired on adrenalin at how that douche was acting the bully with her.
I can't stand men that push women around like that. Weak and powerless.
“I know. Why aren’t you dressed?”
“I am dressed.”
“Let me see.”
“I don't understand.”
“Undo your coat.”
She does as I tell her, unbuttoning her coat until it falls open. She has her usual skirt and blouse combo on underneath.
“Naughty girl,” I shake my head and give her a filthy grin so she knows. “I'm going to have to punish you for making us late.”
We're standing in my office with only the lamp on my table lighting the room.
“Did you not see the gifts I left for you?”
I indicate the purchases I had sent over, amusing myself on the plane journey buying the things online that I wanted to see her in when I came back.
“I saw them, but -”
“Babe why haven’t you opened anything and dressed how I want you?
“I would never assume those were for me.”
“Who else would they be for?”
She opens her mouth to reply then seems to think better of it. So much going on inside Mabel that she isn’t telling me yet. Then again I haven’t told her how much I missed her today.
All fucking day.
And I kicked myself because it would have been perfectly acceptable to bring her along. As my secretary she can go anywhere with me, even be in my bedroom at late hours and no one would think much of it. Not that I care what anyone thinks but I get the feeling my Mabel has principles.
“Open them now,” I tell her.
She steps forward to pick up the first shopping bag like it's a bomb that might blow up in her face.
“Wait,” I order and she jumps back.
“Take all your clothes off first.”
“What?”
“You heard me Mabel. Strip.”
I see the torment pass across her features, thinking she ought to refuse like a good girl. Then she does as I said. Undoing the buttons of her blouse and dropping it to the floor, then the skirt until she's standing in her underwear and those thick hose that are going in the garbage right now.
My heart rate has picked up noticeably as I watch her strip for me. My wood is a solid pole of hunger when she undoes her bra and her great tits tumble free.
“Perfect,” I groan.
“Can I stop, please?” she mewls and I shoot her a look of disappointment.
How can she deny me her sweetest center. Her perfect little pussy.
“Panties,” I bark. “Now.”
She isn’t fooling me for a second with the reluctance. Her big pink nipples have tightened into hard buds of eagerness that I know she wants me to lick and nip.
She slides her panties down her thighs to her knees and lets them drop to the floor.
“Are you wet?” I croak, the hunger in my voice barely contained.
I'm desperate to ravage her pretty little slit and mound her swollen tits in my fists. My girl suddenly gets a wanton smirk come over her plump little mouth. She slides her fingers into her pussy and brings them out shimmering then offers me a taste.
I kiss each of her shimmering wet tips.
“Now I want a taste of you directly before you get dressed.”
I sink on my thighs and bring my face close enough to hers to smell the scent of her arousal. Feeling like I could worship at the central altar of Mabel for the rest of my days, I pull her lips open and lick the length of her engorged triangle. She shakes and fists her fingers in my hair.
“Oh god,” she moans as I bite her clit and shove my fingers inside her dripping hole.
I pull her down onto my lap with my fingers still filling her pussy, then cup her tit and shove it up to my lips to suck her nipple hard enough to make her squeal. She knows better than to rip at my clothes or attempt to undress me. My Mabel has already learned that she must submit to me and take what I give her.
And I love her like this, completely naked, her juices pouring out of her all over my expensive suit. Marking me out as her territory while I give her more pleasure than she's ever known. She's so responsive, it's crazy-making and her desire for me, her nectar
dripping from my hand is more than I can take.
I can't control the ferocious need to fuck my secretary, I need to spread her pussy mouth and plunge my dick so far into her she'll be limping for the rest of her life.
Once I bring her to the very edge of her orgasm, I reach behind me to the largest of the boxes on the sofa, rip it open with one hand and yank out the garment inside. I throw it down on the floor in front of her.
“Get on your knees.” I order her.
Chapter FIFTEEN
Mabel
I am quite literally quaking as Darcy slides his fingers out of my pussy and pushes me gently, guiding me to tun around and kneel on all fours.
“Is this real fur?” I ask in wonder, through little gasps of breath, grinding the fingers of one hand into the soft pelt.
“I don't want you to be cold,” Darcy rasps. “I only ever want to see you shiver like you are now, waiting for me to touch you.”
I doubt I'll ever feel a chill again judging from the burn raging across my skin now. I'm on my hands and knees on the most sumptuous fur I've ever felt, quivering with anticipation for Darcy's hand across my bare ass, sure I'm in for another spanking. I can't help but wince even though the pain is fleeting while the pleasure lasts for ages as it builds its way to a cataclysm.
But his slap never arrives. Instead he moves in front of me and pulls my hands out along the floor.
“What -” I squeak and silence myself with a gasp when I see Darcy has unbuckled his belt and is yanking it out from his waistband.
And then, and then, ohmigod, he wraps the fancy black leather around and around my wrists and tightens it until my hands are bound and all my weight is resting on my elbows.
“Darcy,” I whimper but he puts a finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet.
I tilt my head up all the way back, watching as he pulls his unknotted tie out from the collar and dreading what he plans to do with that. And when I say dreading I mean shivering with excitement. He slides it across my eyes and ties it around the back of my head, tight enough that it won't slip.
I'm now shuttered into my own interior world. Darkness has never seemed so black. I sense my boss moving around behind me and my cheeks blaze hot. I am shoved so far forward my ass is higher in the air than it's ever been and my entire crack is spread open for Darcy to examine. My asshole, my pussy mouth.
No one has ever looked at me so intimately and I've never felt so vulnerable and exposed in my life. I may as well be kneeling across a bar top with a hundred strangers enjoying my sensitive areas. I can't stop trembling.
He rotates his fingers into my pussy and retrieves the liquor pooling there then rubs it into my tight rear hole making me leap.
“Darcy, I can't -”
“I have a spare tie in my desk,” he barks. “Do you want me to gag you?”
I shake my head no, although the idea is strangely exhilarating and makes me even wetter. In my solitary world, every tiny touch of his is like a thousand fireworks going off inside me.
His thumb continues to massage my rear hole. While I'm inside my own world dealing with the profusion of sensation flying through me, his other hands finds my pussy mouth and I almost buckle on my arms as something solid is pushed inside my tunnel. I'm so surprised that I let out a yelp and he pushes his thumb inside my dark entrance.
Ohmigod I cannot believe this. This is pure torment of the most delicious kind, having Darcy rub my clit while he slides in and out of my asshole. I'm so on edge, I can't bear the heightening of every little touch, like explosions going off inside and out.
“Come for me, baby. I want to see you unravel.”
I have zero resistance when it comes to Darcy and the intense sensation inside my bottom sends me tumbling over the edge, moaning and ranting his name like a lunatic.
He picks me up from the floor like I weigh nothing. Along with the coat he steps back and lowers us to the low couch where he settles me across his knee. I note how this is the place that I feel most safe and secure in the entire world. Even though I am again bare naked and he's completely dressed, I trust him to care for me.
“Did I hurt you, my Darling Mabel?” he asks, stroking my hair and gently lifting a tear from my cheek.
“No,” I blub, unable to contain everything that's welling up and over.
“What is it then?”
“I don’t really know. I just feel so emotional. And so close to you. And I'm scared because I work for you and I don’t know whats going to happen.”
“'I’ll tell you what's going to happen. You're going to get dressed and then we're going to dinner.”
I lean forward to pick up my clothes but he removes them from my hand and walks across to the trash can to drop them in.
“Will you please open those damn gifts.”
I turn to the pile of amazing boxes and shopping bags on the sofa like it's Christmas. Except when did I ever have a Christmas like this? Never, that's when.
He had a no good father and I had a hopeless mother. She wasn’t mean particularly. She just didn’t much care for me. I was like an appendage you might say. When she had no one else to play with then I was given some attention but if a man was around, I became the world's biggest irritant, like some fat mosquito she had to keep swatting at.
“You might wanna take the red one first,” Darcy tells me, leaning against the front of his desk and crossing his arms over his broad chest to savor the naked woman bending over.
My pussy clenches with lust at being gazed upon by my boss but after my recent spreading, I've apparently lost all shyness.
“Oh my goodness.”
The red box all tied up with top quality ribbon contains a set of lingerie that must have cost more than I spend on an actual outfit.
“I promised you I'd replace the panties I ruined. I can be counted on to always keep my word.”
“I've worked for you long enough to know that. They're beautiful. Thank you.”
I skip across the expanse of my boss's office to plant a kiss on his mouth, not failing to notice how his eyes relish the sight of my tits bouncing and joggling. He clasps the back of my waist to pull me to him for a mouth watering tonguing that makes my pussy mouth pour liquid.
Then he lifts the panties from my hand and brushes them to his lips before holding them open for me to step into. Then he plants piquant little nips on each nipple in turn before sliding the bra straps up my arms. I hook myself into it as I run back to the other gifts, feeling Darcy's gaze burning into my rear.
“I could watch you dress and undress every day,” he says.
“Which do you like better?” I ask, playing the coquette
“You know the answer to that. But when you're dressing I'm already looking forward to the time I can strip you again. Getting you naked is the most delicious thing on earth. And don't go shy on me, you're fucking gorgeous Mabel and you need to embrace that.”
“No one's ever made me feel as pretty as you do,” I tell him, and it's true.
“Well they were all assholes. Now you've got me to tell you, but in case I ever forget, you have to know it for yourself first. Feel your beauty inside and out.”
I slip into the dress I unwrap from the Dolce Gabbana Box and feel like a million dollars just landed on my body.
“I've never had designer clothes on and always through they were kind of fake but I can see why they're so expensive. They make you feel completely different.”
“You are different Baby. I've never known a woman like you. How did I not see the real you sooner?”
I step into the exquisite shoes to complete the look.
“I don't think I can negotiate the sidewalk in these, they're so high.”
“You don’t have to, my Angel.”
Darcy leads me to the elevator and I lean on him for support. Hopefully the limo will drop us close to the restaurant so I don't have to walk more than about ten feet.
I don't check which elevator button Darcy presses but the kiss he plants on me is
over far too soon and I feel like I'm up in the clouds. Then I realize I am.
Chapter SIXTEEN
DaRcy
Mabel is blown back by the wind and judging by her surprised look, the sight of the waiting helicopter as well.
I tuck her under my bicep wing to lead her across the roof top toward the helipad. She fits so neatly under my heavy arm, it seems like she was made to be there. Especially when her small hand flies up to my chest for the safety of my strength.
I'll admit to being kinda freaked at first, by the sight of the balloons and teddy bears all over the desks in the office. The women all receiving little trinket love gifts. I'd never been a man for Valentines. Not before Mabel. But I'd promised to replace the underwear I destroyed, so the romantic day seemed an appropriate moment to let her know that she was it.
That I considered her mine now.
That she wasn't just a fling in my garage.
“Watching you walk around my office naked was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I might have to keep you on, Miss Trellis,” I tell her as I lift her into the helicopter and strap her in.
I pull the chest harness around her shoulders and over her breasts where it sits, cutting into the fullness of her flesh in a way that sends me close to deranged. I crave the sight of her bare soft skin again. This time with ropes holding her naked and immobile. The same way my belt and tie recently bound her while I slid into her wet hole.
“The things you do to me, Miss Trellis,” I grit out through clenched jaw, even though the pilot can't hear under the sound of the rotating blades.
She smiles a secret smile and I know I won't ever let her go.
Mabel's hand again lifts to stroke her finger pads across the stubble coming in on my chin. I pull the buckle and snap her in low across her waist, my fingers so close to her slit it's all I can do not to devour her again right here.
I'm insatiable for my secretary. Addicted to her aroma of flowers and sunlight. Her pink flesh crumpled in my fist as she gasps and pulls a sharp inhale every time she whimpers my name. The recollection of Mabel on her knees, her round ass lifted high, her pink pussy pushing out hungrily, quivering for my thrust is enough to make me bulge wood all over again.