by Mia Madison
“Did you fuck that temp last week?”
“What? Of course not.”
“Only her panties were in my drawer and she seemed to think you had put them there.”
“Come here,” Darcy says without responding to my questions.
I'm about to refuse but he's too damn beguiling. It's impossible not to comply with everything he demands of me.
I walk around his desk and stand in front of him. This close to the heat of his chest, my pussy begins to throb wildly. Needing him, yearning for him. It's insane how much I want him.
“Sit.”
I turn to walk back around to my chair across from him but he grabs my hand and pulls me down into his lap.
“Someone will see,” I squeal.
“I don’t give a fuck. I've worked hard enough to build my company that I can do what the fuck I want. And what I want, Mabel, is you. I've always wanted you. From the first moment you walked in here all bustling with competence. I knew it but I never fully realized it until the day I picked you up out of the street.”
“Saved me from being mowed down by Fifth Avenue traffic you mean.”
“I'm trying to tell you that I love you, Ma Belle. I've always loved you.”
He cups the back of my head and pulls my mouth down on his. That admission along with the friction of his thick thigh under my ass, between my legs is making me wetter than ever. I must be drenching his pants leg but he's holding me immobile.
“You're mine now,” he says when he breaks the passionate kiss, right there in his office, in the middle of the day. “Always mine and only mine.”
“I want to know about that temp,” I insist, more petulant than I mean, finding it difficult to imply that I don’t trust him. “I need to know.”
“I couldn’t even tell you her name. I did receive a bizarre text the day you came back, saying she left something in her top drawer and could I return it.”
“And did you? Want to?”
“Do I seem like the delivery boy?” he growls.
“No. In fact I can't imagine anyone less like a delivery boy. A man that breaks into other people's houses and uses their playroom.”
“Mabel, tell me the truth. Did you like that last night? Is that something you want?”
“I want you,” I assure him. “And yes, I want that and whatever else you want to give me.”
“Including the public exposure.”
I feel my cheeks get a little hot but the flush continues into my pussy as the excitement mounts. I nod.
“Yes but maybe not the breaking and entering. I don't like court rooms.”
“That's my house Mabel.”
I don’t know whether to believe him. I've never heard him mention owning a beach house. I'd have taken care of some paperwork around that.
“I bought it as an investment, but aside from a massive party in the summer I rarely use it.”
“Why didn’t you say it was your house last night?”
“Because I remember you saying you wanted a cozy place. I wanted to give you that, somewhere you'd be happy.”
“I could be happy anywhere so long as you're there too.”
“So you think you could stand to live with me there? When we aren’t in the city that is?”
“You want me to live with you?”
I can't believe what I'm hearing. It seems the delirium must have taken over my head so that I'm imagining things.
“I know it's quick but -”
“Yes.” I tell him instantly, without having to consider for even one second. “I want to live with you madly.”
“I'm very happy to hear that, baby.”
One side of his mouth turns up in the demonic grin that means I'm about to be ordered to take my panties down and bend over his lap.
“But interrupting me like that is going to net you a punishment.”
I can hardly wait.
Epilogue
Six months later
Darcy
Mabel and I left the office early that day she agreed to live with me. We went to my personal elevator and there were a couple of odd looks from other staff. Not that it was unusual for my secretary to leave the office with me, but I was leading her, with her hand held tight in mine. Like she was never getting away now that I had her.
And before the door had closed on us, I dragged her into my embrace and covered her mouth to devour her with my tongue. Maybe I wanted everyone to see and spread the news. Get the announcement done and over with. Mabel Trellis belongs to me.
I took her home and sent Crane to get her things.
“I can't just abandon my apartment,” she insisted.
“Crane can take care of everything – why do you need to be there?”
She laughed and shook her head at me.
“My apartment, my life, my responsibility.”
“Our apartment, our life and my responsibility.” I corrected her.
I know Mabel likes her independence and to manage things properly but she'll have to understand that I have final say. And that I'm taking care of her now.
“Are you worried I'll get away?” she joked.
No. That much I had no fear of. But she's mine now and I don't like her out of my sight. From the moment she agreed so eagerly to come live with me, I knew we'd be together forever. No doubt at all. Strange how that happens. You meet the woman that's right for you and you just know. Whereas women seem to need to take their time to be sure about a man.
So I avoided asking Mabel what I wanted to ask and was happy to let us live as lovers and best friends. Even though every time I was on my knees sucking her juice from her swollen little clit, the question was pushing to get out almost as rabidly as my cock was howling to be inside her.
We spent every weekend playing at the beach house this summer. Mabel still prefers the guest house over the main larger one.
“It's closer to the surf and we can sleep with the windows open on the sound of the waves crashing,” she says.
I know that really she feels it's cozier for the two of us. So we open up all the windows and light a fire, then she lies in my arms all evening while we talk about our lives together.
“I'm glad you're happy to be at home with me,” I tell her. “You aren't a girl that wants to be seen in swanky restaurants and clubs.”
“Every time you take me out, I end up wishing we were alone,” she says and I can feel the smirk on her face against my chest where she's resting her cheek.
“You're embarrassed to be seen with me,” I tease her right back.
“Only when I'm stark naked and strangers come too close.”
I laugh and encircle my arms to hug her tight.
“I can't come up with a gift for you that you don't already have,” she moaned as my birthday approached.
“I know what you can give me,” I told her.
Without considering, she immediately replied' “anything.”
“You're sure?”
“Absolutely.”
Her smile wavered when she noticed my demonic grin.
On the day I gave her a gift. Wrapped in a box with the bows she loves so much. I made her go to dinner wearing only the short Burberry trench-coat, belted tight and a pair of stockings underneath. We were seated side by side on the bench behind a three tier tray of seafood.
“Open your legs,” I told her, once the waiter had poured more champagne.
I felt her thigh slide against mine and reached over beneath the white tablecloth to stroke her swollen clit, pointing out from her spread folds.
“You're soaking wet, baby,” I rasped into her ear as I scooped the juices from her pussy mouth to swirl into her crevasse.
Mabel quivered beneath my fingers rubbing circles around her hard triangle. I could feel the terror rise in her that one of the other diners would notice her starting to convulse at the table as she came apart under my touch. Her breathing became labored as I sped up the gyrations around her slick folds and stroked intermittently across her puls
ating clit.
When I felt her climax gathering under my fingertips and Mabel gripping the edge of the seat to stop herself thrashing and screaming, I raised my free hand to call the waiter over.
“Yes, Sir,” he arrived at our table immediately.
“Bring us another bottle.”
“Right away, Sir.”
While Mabel quaked on the edge of climax, I tipped an oyster from its shell into my mouth, sucked off the liquor on the flat of my tongue, then removed it and slid it between Mabel's thighs. I brushed it along the length of her shivering slit then shoved it inside her pussy, making her hitch a squeak.
She gasped hard and her orgasm almost tipped over the edge. But still I held her back, pinching her hard point, until the waiter returned with the champagne. Then I increased the pressure on her clit and she started to tremble uncontrollably. I swirled in her delicious slickness, rubbing her faster so that she couldn’t restrain herself despite the waiter untwisting the cage of the cork not three feet away.
She grabbed a giant crab leg from the tray and bit down on it, almost gnashing at the bright red shell as she clenched and twitched and came undone at the same time as the cork popped and the sparkling spume poured into her glass.
“You're so fucking perfect, Ma Belle,” I said as I handed her a cold flute and kissed the tip of her nose.
Needless to say when we reached the car in the garage after dinner, I tugged the belt of her trench undone and opened up my birthday present. I pushed her back onto the hood of the Onyx and shoved her thighs apart so her pussy, still soaked and pink from the restaurant, was spread to me.
Then I crouched to my knees and sucked the luscious oyster out of her hole. All covered with my baby girl's sweet nectar. Her arms were splayed across the car and her head twisting from side to side, already needy for more of what I give her. She looked so delectable, naked aside from the stockings, her fabulous big tits bouncing free, I pulled out my cock and thrust into her while she begged me to fuck her hard.
Mabel
The day I moved in with Darcy my life changed irrevocably forever. I'd loved him for so long but I never would have imagined I could live with a man of such strong dominance. I always considered myself too sensible, too organized, to live a life of being a plaything. But we work so well together, we're like a hand in a glove, a screw in its casing.
And sex with Darcy is explosive. He has the padded playroom at the beach house and another at his Manhattan apartment. He frequently blindfolds me and ties every limb into a contraption that holds me still while he tortures me. In the best possible way, that is. He lifts me inch by inch to an overwhelmingly agonizing intense pleasure then holds me there until I want to die rather than contain my explosion of lust one second longer.
He’s also the most romantic man on the planet. Bringing me breakfast in bed on the weekend, complete with champagne mimosas. Darcy dressed in only a low-slung pair of PJ bottoms, his Viking chest rippling and flexing as he carries in the tray is a sight that gets my heart racing every Sunday.
“Let's go for a walk,” he tells me one night when we're at the beach house.
I know he finds it weird staying in his own guest house but like so many things, he does it for me. To make sure I'm comfortable and totally happy. I'm assuming we're going up to the playroom for a session on the spanking bench. But I'm mistaken. Darcy walks me down the beach, our bare toes in the sand and the sea rolling over them with every wave.
“Mabel I can't wait any longer,” he tells me, his fingers curling around mine.
My heart bounds into my throat where it pounds mercilessly, holding back my breath.
“You know you're going to be mine forever, so let's make it official.”
He stops and takes both my hands in his palms. Every pore is vibrating now that this moment is here at last. I can hardly believe it's really happening.
“Say yes,” he commands me, his eyes gouging into mine.
“I can't say yes until you ask me properly,” I say between gasps. My eyes are already full of relentless tears.
“You want me to get on my knees?” he asks, with his filthy lop-sided grin.
Any time he's kneeling before me, it's to lap at my pussy mouth and send me through a roaring slew of climaxes until juice pours across his face and I'm screaming I can't take any more.
I nod fast and bite down on my lip, in case I completely lose it before he gets through.
He drops to the sand on his powerful thighs, right as a wave rolls in and soaks him to the groin but he doesn’t notice With my hands in his, the light of the moon making his eyes glisten as he looks up at me.
“Mabel, my darling, I love you more than anything. You are my world, my sky. Will you marry -”
“Yes.” I'm already shouting before my heart ruptures and stops me from uttering a word. “Yes, yes.”
I jump up and down, unable to contain my delight.
Darcy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box. He tips open the lid and slips a diamond as big as an egg yolk onto my finger. It's the most amazing ring I've ever seen, but nothing is quite like the look of adoration shining in his eyes.
He tugs me down into his lap and with spumes of water licking around our legs, he encircles me into his embrace, slamming his mouth over mine and sucking my lip, my tongue, my existence into his mouth. Owning every part of me. Forever.
“I'm delighted you said yes, Ma Belle,” he murmurs in a rasp-filled voice across my waiting lips. “But you know there's going to be punishment for interrupting me.”
I can hardly wait. But for now he deepens the kiss and rolls me over and over in the sand, splashing through the surf-line until we're both soaked through. Then he picks me up in his hold and carries me back to our home.
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