She had an
awful day at work.
Her research
hitting a dead end and the obnoxious new head of department creepier since he
found out she was Brazilian. He always attacked her with a stupid question such
as ‘Carnival, samba and small bikinis, huh?’ or ‘Aren’t you afraid of the monkeys
on the streets down there in Rio?’ or ‘Did your kids accept to leave the jungle
to move here?’ to which she could barely disguise her horror expression. ‘Well,
London is a civilized city. Your young savages had a lot to adjust, huh?’ the
damned guy said sending her a stinky eye.
Her spirits
a little down, not much progress could be reached on a Friday afternoon anyway;
she decided to leave the office early. If anything, one lesson she had learned
from these last few years: don’t be a coward, grow back bones and act on. Let
the freak boss notice she was missing that afternoon.
Once
outside the faculty building, the cold draft greeted her and more than ever she
missed the warm Rio atmosphere where people spoke Portuguese and wore summer
clothes all year long. She raised the lapels of her trench coat, tightened her
designer scarf around her neck and fished her cell from her pocket to speed
dial the only person who could lift her spirits with just a few sweet words.
“Hi Love.” He
answered. “I’ll ring you back. Love you.”
“Okay.” She
answered even more disheartened than before calling him.
Frustrated
and (yet again) questioning her decision of leaving her whole universe behind to
move to England, Lizzy entered Harrods decided on indulging in expensive
chocolate. Large Godiva truffles box, cocoa dusted almonds and… what else? While
evilly choosing a third fattening indulgence she took a seat at the crispy
white and luxurious brown Godiva coffee shop, and asked for a silly designed
coffee that cost more than three times what an expensive drink should.
Threatens
to her waist and pocket together augmented her anguish trip.
“If you have to indulge, woman, indulge in
something that won’t have a nasty aftermath.” Lizzy thought devilishly to herself.
She had a
ridiculously hot (new) husband who seemed to be in perpetual heat and there
were so many young skanks hovering around rich middle aged men… especially if
they were not disgusting, and Lizzy’s husband was anything but.
Those low
brows and slanted dark eyes, the meticulously scissored short haircut done by
the same barber for the last four years (since she had told him to change hair
styles), the slightly receding hairlines, the square shoulders and fairly
athletic abs for a forty-six-year-old, strong legs and powerful… tool.
Chocolate –
rounder waist – guilt – less sex appeal – hot husband – rich man – young thin
sluts.
Why would
Lizzy threaten her waist with exceedingly pricey chocolate?
She’d
better indulge in something else to appease her frustration.
Something
as naughty and hedonistic as chocolate.
Something
as delicious as chocolate but that burned calories instead of building a love
handle.
Lizzy called
home to check on the kids and the household, opened her wallet to make sure she
had his credit card, finished her coffee and went for the kill, keeping just
one chocolate indulgence for good measure.
---
Almost an
hour later, Darcy smiled to his phone even though he was alone in his office.
“Mrs. Darcy
is here at the building’s lobby, sir. She is talking to your driver but there
is a receptionist ready to escort her up here.”
“Thank you,
Mrs. Clavis. When she arrives, hold my calls. Any important appointment left
for today?”
“No, sir.”
“Fine.”
What a
treat! His beautiful wife paying him an impromptu visit. In the back of his
mind, he hoped it was Miss Bennett – secretary and not Mrs. Darcy – hot wife.
Hot wife
was delicious, but naughty secretary was… fantastic!
His phone
buzzed and he answered his Vice President counting that the man’s famous
objectiveness wouldn’t rob him time. When Lizzy arrived, he would be done with
whatever it was that his business demanded.
---
Confidently,
Lizzy checked her make up on the exclusive elevator’s mirror and adjusted
her trench coat’s waist sash.
It had been
a good purchase, this tailored expensive trench coat, all those months ago. As
it had been her breast implants surgery six years before and her workout
routine and her dieting. Today was a day when she felt rewarded for the effort.
She heard
the ‘ping’ and felt the elevator stop so she turned, took a deep breath and
walked into the sterile throne room floor.
‘Good
afternoon, Mrs. Darcy.’ The thin-well-dressed-witch-like secretary said in
a smile that surely resembled a sneer, standing but not leaving her desk.
‘Good
afternoon, Mrs. Clavis. How are you feeling? Is your back still bothering you?’
Lizzy asked without slowing her purposeful strides through the large lobby.
‘I’m
better, m’am. This new doctor seems to have found where-‘ The woman gasped.
‘Mrs. Darcy! Let me announce you before you enter Mr. Darcy’s office.’
‘It will
come a day when I’ll need to be announced to my own husband, Mrs. Clavis.’
Lizzy said arriving close to his door and keeping her voice level. ‘But this
day is so far in the future that you won’t see it. Take the afternoon off, my
treat.’ Lizzy said imperatively, winked at the stunned woman’s face and entered
Darcy’s throne room.
Intent on
the last seconds of conversation with his vice-president, Darcy only looked up
from his desk a few seconds after she came in. And boy, what a vision!
“Fine,
Davidson. Have a nice weekend.” He said on the phone, heard pleasantries back
and disconnected. ‘Hello, my love. What a great surprise!’ He leaned back in
his chair to look at her.
It’s been
twenty-eight years since the first time he saw her smiling eyes and captivating
smile in a small photograph she sent him by mail; three years since he met her
in person after over twenty years without contact; one since he had made her
his wife and still, every time she looked at him, he hoped to receive THIS look
back.
“Yeah! Lioness on the hunt.” He thought. “Lucky me!”
‘I called
you but you dismissed me. And then you didn’t return.’ She pouted those
tempting lips painted dark red. ‘I know, I know…’ She waved her hands in front
of her face. ‘Busy, tried to call back, blah, blah, blah.’
‘I did try.
Check your phone.’ He answered.
It was one
of his little things that got on her nerves. Seventy percent of the times she
called him, he was unavailable. Either on the other line, driving, out of range, in a
meeting or simply not answering the call, he was mostly unreachable. Lizzy
knew he dedicated his free time to her but selfishly she wanted to have his
attention every time she demanded it.
She
shrugged. ‘I heard a call.’
‘But didn’t
take it?’ He raised one of his low brows, a sexy little smile in his thin lips,
one cheek bone slightly marked on his handsome face.
‘I was
busy.’ She answered pleased with that smile. Her husband was not a beautiful
man per se although he was very
handsome. His trademark half smile that outlined one cheek bone or the closed lipped
smile he let the world see when she was with him were her favorites. When
really happy he had a boyish grin that totally transformed his face taking her on
a ride back in time to when they were teenagers corresponding via mail (paper,
ink, stamps and envelopes; very pre-historic like).
‘Busy.’ He
nodded, amused half smile still in place.
‘Your thin
witch-in-Chanel of a secretary tried to stop me saying that I needed to be announced to you.’ Lizzy sneered at the
word. ‘I gave her the afternoon off.’ She said poising her purse on the chair
in front of his desk.
Darcy
stretched and twisted his arm to look at his watch. ‘It’s three thirty in the
afternoon, Love.’
When he
raised his eyes, she had just untied the sash and was unbuttoning her trench
coat. He waited for whatever answer she might give him but froze when she
opened her coat.
The go-to-hell
black spike heeled boots were a match for black thigh high stockings that ended in lace, tiny
black lace thong.
And that
was all.
He
swallowed and tried to look at her eyes but her breasts wouldn't release his
gaze. Those pink nipples…
She took a
few steps forward, rounded his desk to lean on it in front of him with
her legs crossed. She twisted, took his phone’s receiver and passed to him.
He
straightened up in his chair to reach for it, his legs opening to lock her
inside.
“Yes, Mr.
Darcy?” Came the witch’s voice before he spoke anything.
“Mrs.
Clavis, my wife gave you the afternoon off.” He said and waited for the woman’s
agreeing sound, his eyes roaming from a curvaceous naked torso to the lace on
her thighs. “She’s the boss. Have a nice weekend.”
“But sir-“
He
disconnected before the woman could explain anything.
‘The door?’
He asked.
‘Locked.’
Lizzy said letting her tongue fall from her upper teeth in an exaggerated
movement between her parted red lips. ‘Luck the morning sun shines directly on
your desk this time of the year and you are too lazy to open the blinds after
it’s gone.’ She motioned to the big windows on her left.
He nodded.
‘Half closed as it is, only your boots are visible.’
‘Not even
my panties, you think?’ She asked leaning further back over the table and
uncrossing her legs, pretending to take a look beneath the half closed blinds.
‘I don’t
think so.’ He answered touching her legs just above the boots.
‘I can
help.’ She said making an effort not to shiver at his touch that she had been
craving since sex took over chocolate in her mind.
Lizzy
hooked her thumb on the thin straps on her hips and pushed the thong down her
legs until her hands met his on her knees. Then she moved her legs this way and
that to get free of the lingerie. She let it dangle on her fingers as she
bent by the waist almost uniting their lips.
‘No one can
see it.’ He answered.
‘Awww…’ She
pouted and he kissed her.
His smell,
his strong perfume emanating warmly from his shirt’s lapels, soft tongue invading her mouth, the sweet suction making her whole
body tingle… it all boiled inside her. Lizzy let the garment fall to the floor
and held his face by his ears.
Darcy took
hold of her knees to roll his chair closer and pushed one of his legs between
hers.
‘Did you
like my new boots?’ She asked on his lips.
‘Best thing
you bought in a while.’
‘I used
your credit card.’ She smiled naughtily.
‘I got a
text informing the debt.’ He got closer and shoved his other leg between hers.
‘Best thing I bought for you in a
while.’
‘Glad you
liked it.’ She sat on the edge of his desk to find leverage and poised one feet
on each of his chair’s arms. Before he could prevent it, she pushed him back.
‘I think you need to admire them.’
How could
he not? Such perfection, such anatomic excellency. ‘I take pleasure in admiring
such a work of art, Miss-‘
‘Mrs.
Darcy.’ She corrected him before he could start their secret perverted sex game
where she played his secretary. This was no game; this was a wife in need of
solace that her husband had the duty to provide.
In Darcy’s
case, the way he saw it, there was no marital duty to his beloved second wife
that couldn't be answered promptly and thoroughly.
‘Wife, it’s
breathtaking.’ He obligingly answered holding her by the ankles. Although his
fingers registered the velvety feel of the black suede, his eyes drank the
silkiness of her glistening rosy lips.
‘Mouthwatering
too?’
‘Positively.’
‘I’m no
English native speaker but I don’t think ‘mouthwatering’ is an adjective that
could describe shoes.’ She tapped her index finger to her lips - a useless
action since her husband’s eyes never left the apex of her thighs.
‘To hell
with shoes.’ He ordered.
She
laughed. ‘See something you want?’
Darcy tried
to roll his chair closer to his table but her stretched legs didn't allow him.
Much to his general pleasure, her muscles were strong and toned due to her running and
the time she spent on his rowing machine. Legs that allured and toyed with his
libido.
‘I swear to
Heavens, Lizzy, you will kill me with these little games of yours-‘
‘No game
here, your Highness.’
The old
nickname brought his eyes to hers and the delighted smug expression raised his
urgency. He stood in a sudden movement and opened his waist buttons.
‘Impudent
woman.’ He cursed under his breath, remembering the other two offices in the same
floor sharing the spacious lobby. His secretary may have already left but the
other one who attended the minor board directors may still be around.
‘Ooooh…’
She mocked puckering her still red (now smeared) lips.
‘Are you
still my loyal subject, Elizabeth?’ He lowered his pants and she could admire
the bulge in his boxer briefs. ‘Answer me.’
‘Yes, your
Highness.’ She hissed.
‘Quit
toying with me.’
‘I am not
in the mood for games.’ She locked her ankles around his waist and brought him
to her. ‘Give me what I came him for.’
But, instead
of entering her, he lowered his head to force his hips back and licked her
right nipple while his hands wandered idly from her knees to her pussy.
‘Urgh!’ She
complained in an angry whisper. ‘Now!’
He smiled
with his lips around her breast and raised his eyes to her. She frowned
back.
He defied,
she complained, both silently.
The stare contest
lasted until one of his fingers hit home
run and she shivered closing her eyes and letting out a long tortured moan.
When air
returned to her lungs a few strikes and caresses later, she gathered enough
strength to tug on his tie and fumble with his shirt’s button in a clumsy
attempt to take it off him. He didn't stand to help and with him bent it took
her long minutes to maneuver it off his shoulders.
Resolute in
keeping his upper hand, Darcy only straightened when satisfied with her boobs
and ready to plunge in his personal haven.
The tie
seemed to be a lost cause, so Lizzy concentrated in tossing the shirt on the
floor before they started. She managed to do it mere seconds before she saw him
position his shaft on her entrance.
A long
shared low moan.
A slow
thrust.
A cat-like
stretch.
An
excruciatingly long move back and forth.
‘Have I
succeeded putting a ring around your finger?’
‘Yes.’
‘And you
understand that’s ball and chain, right?’
‘Yes…’
As the
movements started to pick up speed she needed to put her weigh on her hands
spread on his desk behind her, while he held her by her thighs.
‘Back in
the caves of Brazil being married also means you can’t astray, correct?’
‘Let’s not
go into that now…’
‘I don’t
want to share this….’ A powerfully emphatic thrust to make things clear. ‘With
anyone.’
‘Neither do
I.’ A caress to his shaft as it slid in and out.
‘Not ever
again…’
‘Shshshhhh…’
Several
minutes passed while they moved in sync and abandon relishing on the pleasure
one saw in the other’s face.
His hands
squeezing her hips forced her to her side and he pushed away to have his love
bending over his desk.
That office
had seen a few debauchery moments but not as frequent and juicy as after this
adored woman barged into his life again, twenty plus years after he let her
slip away. Since then she had been his friend, his platonic love, his mistress,
his girlfriend, his wife.
His wife who
had such a delicious pussy, so naughty, so adventurous…
‘More…’ She
demanded looking at him over her shoulder.
So
beautiful, such a strong woman, so opinionated. It was incredible how this amazing woman
accepted to leave everything and move to England to be his. His, all his,
forever.
‘Now,
Love…’ ‘More…’
A few more
seconds, some more powerful thrusts, a few more… a boob squeeze… a moan… and
here it was: his love massaging his dick and there he went.
A last kiss
on the back of her neck, a squeeze on her waist, he disconnected and sank in
his chair.
‘Aw, fuck,
Lizzy. Turn over.’ Darcy mumbled.
She
chuckled sprawled on her stomach, jelly-like over his desk but didn't move.
‘Love…’ He
panted. ‘I can’t resist you…’ He breathed.
How could
he resist THAT view?
She kept
chuckling and turned around making a huge effort to stand on those thin heels
with such wobbly legs.
They locked
eyes and smiled. She gave him a big toothy smile, the kind that made his heart
flutter like a school girl’s. He gave her compressed lipped smile, the kind
that made both his cheek bones jump and his slanted eyes squint.
These
shared smiles were the only love they could make for a long time. Before they
realized what it was that united them, the cosmical force that drove Elizabeth
Bennett to William Darcy when she was thirteen and he was seventeen; the
inexplicable pull that tied the married Elizabeth Wickham to the also married William Darcy. The smiles were their secret language, what let
the other know how deep their love was growing.
His phone
buzzed distracting them. She glanced at it and raised her brows what prompted him to he lean forward and reach it on his side table.
“Hello,
little man!” He said cheerfully in the boyish smile she didn't really like
because it was not sexy, it was homely. Somehow it matched perfectly with her
teenage son’s grin who was calling her husband now.
Lizzy stood
and walked around the table to check her phone in her purse just to be sure her
son hadn’t called her before calling Darcy. It had been like this for the last
year or so. After they married, Tomtom,
her sweet baby boy was more intimate with his new father than with her. She sighed and visited the ensuite
bathroom.
“Sure, what
is it that you want?... She’s here with me… No, it’s ok. She’s with me but not
close now…” Darcy said on the phone but didn’t lower his voice so Lizzy could
hear from the bathroom. “A game?... A video game, I see… Well if all the boys
at school have it… I suppose I could talk to her.” Lizzy came from the bathroom
shaking her head no. “Look, tomorrow we can go shopping, is that ok? No, today
I’d like to take my wife to dinner, maybe a movie or a play. Would that be
ok?... I see. Would you ask your sister?...” Lizzy rolled her eyes and lay down
on the couch to wait for Darcy to suck up to her little daughter. “Hello, my
sweet.” Even his voice changed! Lizzy shook her head. “How was your test, did you ace it? Ah… Nine
is also good. Of course I approve. A friend’s sleep over? Mmmm, Doll, let’s
talk when I arrive?... Late, I want to take mum to the theater or the movies… I
don’t know, any suggestions?... Good choice, I’ll try to find tickets…”
Annoyed
with the attention he gave her kids when she was naked in freaking black high
heeled boots in front of him, Lizzy sent him a devilish look and snapped her
fingers a few times until he raised his head to look at her. When he did, she
lifted one leg and poised it on the sofa’s back.
“Doll, I
have to go. Love you.” He disconnected. ‘Aren’t you ashamed of your hussy
behavior?’ He asked standing awkwardly with his legs trapped by his boxers and
pants around his ankles.
‘If you already
have had enough and want me to close my legs…’ Lizzy offered.
‘Ha.’ He
snorted lifting his trousers.
‘You should be ashamed of buying their
love with gifts I forbid and allowing parties against my orders.’ She accused
him.
‘I’m not
bribing the kids. I’m raising them with you.’ He explained coming closer,
feeling his ability to think straight diminish with each step closer to her opened
legs.
‘They have
a father and you have daughters of your own.’
‘We have
more in common than their progenitor or my grown-up girls.’ He said licking his
lips, eyes intent on her hand caressing her body in long strides from shoulder
to inner thighs. ‘I’m their father.’
‘Said Darth
Vader himself.’ She sneered. ‘I know it’s petty because they are kids but I
hate to share you.’ She smiled alluringly to him. ‘Give me your tie?’ She
extended her hand to him. ‘It looks ridiculous on you without a shirt and I’m a
bit chilled here…’
He shook
his head and took the silk thing out of his neck. In the midst of such a generous
display of fine pussy he completely forgot about it.
Lizzy sat
up, took the tie and threw it behind her. ‘Come, your Highness… I still have matters of
state to settle.’
---
‘It’s a
pity we couldn’t attend the play Camila suggested.’ Darcy commiserated as he
tested the tub water with his hand. ‘I think she was hurt when she asked us
about it.’
‘I didn’t
have a dress…’ Lizzy grinned. ‘… and my work clothes were in the car. I’d
rather have a root canal treatment than ask our driver to bring to your office the
bag of clothes I gave him three hours earlier.’ Lizzy answered. ‘Maybe you
could treat Cami to the theater next week, if her grades keep this good…’ She
said distractedly checking her e-mails on her phone at the bathroom’s door.
‘I’d love
to.’ He smiled. ‘Maybe Diana and Danielle would like to go as well.’
Lizzy
giggled. ‘You are such a typical middle aged man! You should be avoid of such a cliche.’
‘Excuse me,
Marquise. Why am I so lame?’ Darcy
asked annoyed. He hated when she pointed out how old he was – especially when
she proved how older than her he was.
At least in personality, she was a good ten years younger than him.
‘Silly man
all excited about a night on the town with young girls!’ She teased him and
poised her phone on the vanity before taking off her bathrobe.
‘Our
daughters!’ He complained.
‘Young
girls on your arm!’ She laughed. ‘And then, I’m sure you’d take them to a nice
five-star restaurant where they wouldn’t find anything they liked to eat but
where you’d feel comfortable.’
‘Well…’ He
blushed and she laughed. ‘But I would come home to you.’ He entered the tub and motioned for her to settle between his
legs.
‘You’d
better.’
‘Without
any pit stops.’
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‘If you
know what’s good for you.’ She hissed as her delicate parts skimmed the warm
water. ‘Ouch!...’
‘Sore?’ He
asked holding her hips to help her lower slowly into the water.
‘Yes…’ She
breathed as she finally sat down using his bended knees to brace her weigh. ‘I
think we overdid it this afternoon.’
‘It’s nonsense
you call me an old man when I’ve just showed you how pleasurable a third time can be.’
‘Smug
jerk!’
He laughed,
delighted with the intimacy, sedated by the amount of endorphin still circling
his veins after an afternoon of sex indulgence. ‘I feel like a fucking
teenager!’
‘Once my
Prince…’ She said before kissing him the way he liked.
I read sometime ago about a French advertiser who looses his shit when money, sex and power overwhelms him... These stories always nail me.
or the pain in 
; also the chaotic fun in 
. But this one... really got me.
