Executive Engagement

“Have you ever done this kind of thing before?” While I’m ecstatic to finally indulge in my most carnal desires with Lizzie, I also don’t want to potentially ruin our relationship. This is big, and I need to know if she’s really up for the task.

“To be honest, no,” she says. “But I think it’s only because I’ve never been with a partner I could truly trust. Guys have brought it up from time to time, and I always deny, saying something like, ‘Oh, I don’t know. That sounds really rough.’”

She’s fully naked at this point. Damn it, why don’t I keep my full bondage in the office? Well, I know the reason why, but it’s really a nuisance right in this precise moment.

“And you trust me?” I ask.

“Yes, I am fully and 100% percent yours. You can do whatever you like to me. I won’t resist,” she states. I come around to the opposite end of my office and lock the door. Normally, I don’t have a problem leaving it unlocked when I’m getting my cock sucked by an escort. I actually enjoy the thrill of potentially being walked in on.

But I don’t want anything to ruin this moment.

I walk over to Lizzie and start kissing her bare body, starting with the shoulders and work my way down to her tits.

“If something I do hurts, let me know,” I say.

“No, I’ll do anything,” she responds. “I want this to be completely about you and fulfilling your needs. You let me have the perfect threesome. I want you to do anything you want to me. Do whatever you want. Cum wherever you want on me. I’ll do anything for you.”

I feel like I’ve said this plenty of times before, but I have no problem repeating it. Lizzie is the perfect fucking woman.

Lizzie

Darcy is literal perfection. I don’t quite know how all of this is going to go or what I’m supposed to expect, but I don’t care. Well, I do, but I’m not afraid. Not with Darcy.

He and I are so spectacular together and so sexually compatible. I don’t have any reason to hesitate.

Darcy has his body in front of mine. His tall stature and his pale-green shirt spritzed with cologne, his dark-green tie, and his pitch-black pants make for one hell of an image to contrast my bare naked, petite figure.

He raises his hands slowly and rests them along the outside of my neck. He can feel my heartbeat in my throat. I can’t lie, I’m full of adrenaline. The sheer and total excitement I experience by this man’s touch alone is enough to worry a medical staff if we’re basing it off my BPM.

He pushes his hands down against my skin, massaging me a little to help loosen me up. To help me let go.

“Lizzie, this is only going to work if you trust me fully and completely.”

“I know. I do,” I argue.

“Take a deep breath,” Darcy insists. I do as he requests. “Now let it out.” I’m immediately more calm. “There we go. That’s a start.”

“We both know what relaxes me best, baby,” I suggest playfully and wiggle my hips, shaking my butt cheeks. I smile at Darcy, lightening up.

“You’re a perfect slut, Lizzie,” Darcy comments. There goes my heartbeat again. My chest is heavy and my stomach is full of fluttering.

Just as I start to feel a rush, Darcy pulls my body tight against his own. He wraps a hand behind my head and curls his fingers against the base of my skull and forces my face close to his.

He holds me in place for a moment, letting our breaths linger together in front of our faces. I fight every urge I have in my being not to steal a kiss from him right then. Honestly, it’s harder than I thought it could be.

I look up to Darcy’s eyes and can trace a sense of approval in them. I smile at him, and he gives in, quickly pushing our lips together and holding our kiss. I close my eyes and melt into his embrace as he demonstrates his passion for me. I feel like I’m flying.

As we make out, my mind wanders into a series of questions, all hitting me at once.

What happens next? Should I ask him what he wants? When do I get to fuck this cock already? Holy shit, I’m submitting to Will Darcy BDSM style. Is this going to change our dynamic?

I snap back to reality when Darcy pulls his lips away from mine, and our silence is broken.

“On your knees,” he bellows. His tone is like nothing I’ve ever heard from him. I don’t really even know how to respond other than to do exactly what he wants.

I’m so determined to complete his fantasy, but at the same time I really love just obeying him.

Before I know it, I’m on my knees, eye level with Darcy’s crotch. His bulge is full, his trousers leaving nothing to anyone’s imagination. I salivate and stare hungrily at his cock. The cock that belongs in my body in some shape or form, any and all welcomed by me.