by Mia Madison
She makes me into a beast with zero control. And I can tell she's enjoying that.
With my fingers curled around her hip, I lean in to plant a kiss on her lips. She responds eagerly, wanting more than a brief connection and I push my thumb between her thighs to rub her clit. Mabel moans into my mouth and if the pilot weren’t sitting patiently a foot behind me, I'd throw her back on the leather bench and spread her legs so wide apart her hips would crack.
“You'd better stay wet for me while we ride,” I growl against her plump lips. “I'm going to want you naked and on your knees for me again before this day for lovers is over.”
“Whatever you need, Sir,” she whispers in a breathy tone she's realized has made me her slave. “I'm yours to command.”
Once I'm seated beside her, I take her hand in mine as we lift off into the sky.
“I've never been in your helicopter, or any helicopter for that matter,” she says with such pretty wide-eyed awe I get to see things fresh and new through her enthusiasm. “Look at the Bridge from up here. The entire city's all lit up just for us.”
Mabel's always been so in control of my life and exceptionally efficient, now her innocence is a hidden marvel. It's remarkable how unspoiled she is. I've dated plenty of women, at times it's been like the fucking Playboy mansion, the number of girls I've had on hand. But there's never been a single woman like Mabel.
“I didn't get a chance to tell you how much I missed you today. Not seeing your gorgeous face made everything empty.”
I relish the way Mabel draws in a sharp breath at my coming clean with my feelings for her. I've got so much I want to say but I don't want to overwhelm her. It's gonna take her some time to get used to being my girlfriend, not just my secretary.
“Where are we going?”
Her cheeks are all pink with excitement and as answer I lean in and bite her bottom lip, still flesh bruised and swollen from my avid possession of her mouth earlier. I need to fill my hands with her tits and squeeze them under the strapping. I want my body to be caging her the same way the seat-belt is gripping her delectable curves.
“Somewhere we can be alone.”
“Oh, right. Of course,” she says, her smile dropping. “I forgot we can't be seen out together in the city.”
“Not that at all, Baby.”
I wipe a smile from my mouth that she could be so silly as to imagine that.
“Don't you think I intend to show you off to everyone in the entire world?”
“I thought we'd have to keep this- thing- between us under wraps,” she says, trying to act all business but with a quiver in her voice.
I'm relieved she feels the same. That this attachment isn’t one sided. Although even if she didn't want me in that way, she'd have to learn to like it. There's no way Mabel Trellis is ever getting out from under me.
“No, Sweetie – this thing is going viral. But you can't blame me for wanting you all to myself for a little while longer.”
I pull the Cristal from the icebox and pop the cork so it froths just a little. She relaxes again as I hand her the flute with another firm kiss claiming her mouth.
“Happy Valentines,” I tell her, touching the rim of my glass to hers, with unusual tenderness.
“You gave me all these amazing gifts and I didn't get you so much as a card,” she says with a little frown that makes me grin.
“This is the first night I've kidnapped that perfect body and get your ecstatic smile all to myself. What more does any man need as a Valentines gift from his woman?”
She leans into me as much as the strapping will allow, again raising images of her bound up, blindfold and gagged that make my dick unfold eagerly. I push the thoughts out of my head before the fucker starts pounding to be let out.
“This is delicious,” she murmurs, sipping the champagne. But I know she means the ride along the shoreline, snuggled into my solid chest.
“Not as delicious as the nectar that pours out of you. I'd take that over champagne every day and I intend to get another taste as soon as we come down from the clouds.”
Her cheeks color once more in that adorable fashion, but lying beneath the shyness there's a decadent gleam in her eyes. I know Mabel wants me in any way I choose to give it to her. She's just been exposed to a hint of the life she's going to live now under my care and the urge to show her everything overwhelms me.
I leap out as soon as the bird lands on the beach and sprint around to lift my surprised and delighted girl down onto the sand.
Chapter SEVENTEEN
Mabel
After a hollow day, with Darcy gone, I'm suddenly dropped into living a fairytale. I'm so awed, I clutch my boss's solid arm as he leads me up the beach toward a perfect house right at the edge of the dunes. The kind of house I dream about, with a wraparound porch facing the Atlantic surf. The lights are low and flickering through the huge windows but I'm too busy clutching Darcy for support as walking in the sinking ground is hard, wearing the five inch heels he bought me.
I fall into him again, laughing with every stumble as our bodies collide. He scoops an arm around my waist and pulls me up against his chest, delving his tongue powerfully into my mouth. My knees buckle and only his arm around my back, arching me into the curve of his chest keeps me upright. He bends down so our compressed bodies form an arc as perfect as the crescent moon in the starred sky.
Darcy takes his time exploring my mouth with a determined hunger. Like we've been apart for weeks instead of the day. Like he didn't just ravage me on his office floor.
His hand crushes my breasts, squeezing and tugging out each nipple in turn. Darcy's passion is unrelenting. He bends forward further, arching me until I'm almost toppling except for his powerful hold. When he finally breaks the kiss, I palm his chest, panting at the chill air while my heart steeplechases around my chest. I'm shivering from top to toe but not from the cold.
Darcy leads me up the beach and again I stumble into him and clutch for his strength. Giggling from the intense happiness pumping around my veins. I bend to unloose all the straps running up my ankle like a series of chains so I can walk easily.
“No,” Darcy barks out and I'm swooping through the air like a gull on the wing as he picks me up as if I really am that little bird.
With me riding in his bridal hold he strides up the beach. My arms wrap around his neck and I look at his face, so beautiful my heart stops racing long enough to startle at the realization I'm here, at the beach in February with the most stunning man I've ever known.
And he wants me.
All of me.
I am absolutely flabbergasted and all I can do is stare at him as though trying to ink his perfection onto my memory before he disappears.
With me in his arms, draped around his solid neck, Darcy takes the wooden steps up to the porch of the stunning beach house.
“Is this your house?” I ask as he kicks the door shut behind him and sets me gently down in front of a roaring fire.
I wonder where the maid is who lit the fire and all the candles lining the window seats, in perfect time for our arrival.
“It's the guest quarters to the main house,” Darcy says, pointing through the side window to a mansion sitting atop the slope of beach.
I've never seen such a massive house. I'm sure it belongs to some billionaire and is absolutely beautiful inside, but this guest house is my ideal dream home.
“You'd need hiking boots to get a bedtime snack in that place,” I say, as his hands wrap my waist.
“You're my bedtime snack.”
He pushes me up against the wall, caging me in his broad chest and solid arms, crushing my breasts into him as his mouth slams down over mine.
I dagger my fingers into his hair and drag him deeper into me, wanting him to take me with every part of his tongue.
Darcy leaves my mouth and trails his firm lips, nipping along the side of my neck so that shivers of goosebumps run down my arms. He continues lapping down my clavicle and hooks a finger in
side the dress and bra he gave me, tugging both layers of fabric until my breast falls free.
Then he pulls the peak into his mouth, teasing circles and laps of his tongue across the bullet point, until I throw back my head, my fingers threaded into his luscious waves of hair.
Again. He wants me again.
I've never known a man so insatiable for my body, so desirous of imparting more pleasure than I can bear.
Almost.
As he drops to his knees, Darcy kisses all the way down my stomach, still tweaking my swollen nipple between finger and thumb. His other hand hikes the dress up the side of my thigh.
“Oh god,” I moan, repeating the invocation as my pussy twitches voraciously for more of Darcy.
Needing to be closer, as close as possible, his cock filling every inch of me.
He kisses my slit through the fabric. Then he yanks the silk all the way up and kisses my soaked underwear before pulling them to one side and shoving two fingers into my dripping wet hole.
“Fuck, you're so wet,” he groans.
He withdraws his fingers and pinches my swollen clit.
“Open your legs for me, babe,” he orders me and I immediately do as he says like a wanton diva.
He grabs my thigh, his fingers gouging into the flesh and hikes it up over his shoulder so my pussy is spread for him. His gaze sears across my folds, shivering with anticipation.
Being this exposed to him, the solid ball he pushed inside me, keeping me full the entire ride out here, becomes evident. My pussy tightens around it with agonizing clenches of need. I flail one arm to the side against the wall and relish the glow of the fire on my skin as Darcy swaps the pinch of finger and thumb on my engorged clit for his lips.
He tugs the bulbous pounding little triangle into his lips as he corkscrews back into my pussy. While two fingers fuck me, his other rubs my rear hole with my own juices until he works that open also and slips inside. I quake on his face as he thrusts into two holes and sucks on my clit. His tongue works along the ridges and creases until the point is ready to explode.
“Come for me, Baby,” he says, looking up at me with half hooded eyes and a filthy grin.
And as soon as he returns to the hungering little tip with his agile tongue I feel the swelling of pleasure pull back before thundering through me. I lose my mind as I go over the edge of desire and come on Darcy's mouth and face.
As I shudder through one orgasm after another, I clutch my boss's head and think how decadent to be shoved against the wall while my boss eats me out. Then I thunder through another clenching release at the forbidden naughtiness of all this.
As soon as the orgasm has pushed through my skin lining and I return from the stratosphere, I reach for Darcy to release his perfect big cock from straining in his pants. But he bats me gently away and goes to the open kitchen. I remain with my back to the wall, catching my breath as he opens more chilled champagne and returns with two crystal glasses.
“Let's go explore,” he says. “I want to walk with you in the moonlight.”
In all the arrangements I've had to take care of for Darcy, I never had him pegged as a hopeless romantic. I love this side of him and of course, I allow him to take my free hand and lead me from the house back down the porch steps to the soft beach.
Chapter Eighteen
Darcy
After getting her off again, I know I could worship this woman forever. While kneeling in front of Mabel, I'm tempted to ask her right there. It may seem rushed but we have known each other two years and spent every single day in each others company. That should be enough to guarantee we're compatible.
I'm certain that she's the only woman for me and now I know what's been lacking in my lackluster existence. Why the playboy lifestyle lost its lure as soon as she came to work for me. But for some reason I couldn’t admit it to myself or realize that the perfect woman was right before my eyes.
Now the only issue is whether she'll be able to accept the darker side of the man she's gazing up at with complete adoration filling her pupils.
The moonlight caresses her skin making her look so damn kissable. I can't resist, every few paces, pulling her into my arms and claiming her mouth as mine all over again.
I resist the idea of the proposal because I don't want her to think I'm crazy or rushing her into something before she's had a chance to get to know me so intimately. And there's the aspect she's only just experienced this evening. Mabel seemed to completely relish being tied up in my accessories. She took the ball but I know she's questioning why I have still to fuck her.
So I kneel in the sand and unhook the chain strapping from around each of her ankles then slide the shoe off. But not before holding her slender foot in my palm and kissing her toes, making her giggle and writhe with the shyness of being worshiped by her boss.
I carry her shoes, my glass and the bottle in one hand and wrap Mabel's hand in my other as we wander up the beach. She looks so stunningly beautiful by moonlight I can't stop looking at her. She looks like a completely different person, while still my precious Mabel, the girl I've been missing for two whole years even though she was right outside my door.
I lead her up to the boardwalk and through the grounds of the big house. She looks up at it like it's some monolithic spaceship touched down on the shore.
“How can people live in such a massive house? Don't they lose each other?”
“Probably. I wouldn't know. Always lived alone.”
I set the glasses and bottle down on a ledge and draw her into my arms, her back against my chest, her round ass against my bulging groin. She leans back, comfortable and as relaxed as though we've been like this with each other since day one. When the wood in my pants is straining like a chained beast to be free, I run my hand up her stomach and cup her perfect tit in my hand, tugging her eager nipple while pulling the zipper down her back.
“Darcy,” she whispers with a thrill of fear in her voice.
She looks over her shoulder back at the house, no doubt worried that someone might see. Same as she was in my parking garage.
“What is it, baby,” I husk against the side of her neck as the dress drops to the wooden deck.
I unhook her bra and drop that also, filling my huge palm with her tits, clamping both together so she grinds her ass against my solid rammer. I want to lick her hard little bullets, so responsive at my touch but I unbutton my shirt and she whirls around, delighted, to help me.
I allow her to remove my tie and slide my shirt back off my shoulders. And I must admit her appreciation for my carved torso is sweet. The way she runs her fingers across the ridges and down the dagger above my belt. I allow her to unbuckle that before I step away from her.
Mabel gives a tiny hint of a scowl but I throw a switch on the side of the wooden ledge, which serves as a step up into the hot tub that lights up and starts to bubble.
“Oh, that looks gorgeous,” she murmurs.
“So do you. Panties,” I order, as I drop my pants and briefs and her eyes are drawn to my dick standing straight up to the moon.
Her tits are swaying, gorgeous in front of me and I can hardly hold back from throwing her down to the bench and parting her legs to thrust inside her tight tunnel.
I climb into the foaming water and stand there, hand outstretched to help her climb in. My cock bobbing as the foam swirls around my taut nuts. I savor her tits hanging perky and pendulous as she bends over to remove her soaked underwear. She stops with her fingers hooked into the band.
“Are you still wet like I told you to be?” I ask her gruffly.
She nods but her lower lip is quivering.
“Then why aren’t you out of those panties and sitting on my dick?”
“Someone might come. We can't just climb into someone's hot tub. They might call the police.”
I grin at my baby's innocence. As if any police officer would actually arrest a man like me. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes shining with naughtiness. I know she likes the illicit danger of
being exposed in the open, the thrill of being caught naked by strangers.
“Take them off and get in here,” I tell her. “You've already earned yourself a wet spanking for keeping me waiting.”
She hitches her breath with a gasp. I know she's enthralled at the threat of being bent over for a spanking and with her cheeks wet from the water plus the slickness of her pussy the slaps will be all the more inciting. More than that she craves my cock with every pore of her being. Her gaze is pulled toward my throbbing pole and the yearning for me seeps from her.
She does as I tell her in the end. Her fingers hook into the silk and lace and she tugs it down over her thighs, her pink slit glistening by the turquoise light of the tub. I grip my dick and squeeze the root so I don’t lose my entire fucking load the minute she slides down the bastard.
“You're so fucking gorgeous, Mabel,” I tell her, so she looks down with a shy smile. “Now get in here and fuck me.”
She steps up onto the ledge and slowly raises one thigh over the wall into the water. I can't take my eyes off her tits swaying and how shimmering wet her pussy mouth is. I reach out for her hand and bring her floating to me.
Then I slip my fingers into her and retrieve the metallic ball from inside her pussy so she relishes the vacancy before the huge filling she's about to get.
“Now take my cock inside your perfect cunt.” I order her as she steps around to straddle my thighs.
She immediately finds my ravaging cock and positions the spongy head in her hollow, eliciting sharp tugs pull at my balls.
“I need to be inside you, Mabel. I need your pussy right now.”
She takes me at my word and with a sigh she sits down on my cock. The feels of her walls collapsing as my pole forces into her sends lightning straight to what remains of my functioning brain. When the head hits her cervix, she hugs me tight and grinds her pelvis down on my shaft until her lips wrap at the root.
“Now stay there like that with my dick filling you,” I order her.