Well, here goes. Workplace sexual harassment notwithstanding, I hope that you enjoy this as it was intended: as a smutty little parody.
Having survived her first day of work as Mr. Darcy's personal secretary in a trance, Lizzy was relieved when the very next day he went back to San Francisco to oversee Darcy Advertising, his main business, for the rest of the week. Her first day working for him had been calm and uneventful, and in fact she barely saw him at all, as he had been busy acquainting himself with Meryton Media's various middle management. Still, Lizzy was not looking forward to his impending return in a few days, and she began feverishly looking for other jobs.
Lizzy was shocked to find that no place would even consider interviewing her. It appeared that, at least in the immediate future, she was quite stuck working under Mr. Darcy.
Hopefully, we can both keep a professional relationship going without tearing one another to pieces.
The fact that he had explicitly appointed her as his personal secretary, however, gave Lizzy pause.
It also meant that she had barely any work to do. Mr. Darcy had a dedicated secretary at Darcy Advertising to manage his affairs, and it was unclear what the role of a separate secretary at Meryton Media was. For the time being, Lizzy decided that receiving a paycheck for doing nothing was no cause to repine.
She had even less cause for complaint when George Wickham, a handsome young executive of a telecommunications company came to schedule an appointment with Mr. Darcy to discuss a joint venture. George and Lizzy had hit it off immediately. He had taken her to dinner that evening, and the night had ended in the most pleasurable manner.
Two days later, Lizzy was idly daydreaming at her desk when a lovely pink rose appeared in front of her.
"Good afternoon, my fair lady."
"George!" Glancing around, she did not see anyone nearby, and gave him a brief greeting kiss.
He pulled her closer. "I missed you, my sweet Lizzy."
She giggled. "I missed you too."
"Then how about a reunion?"
"Certainly. I can meet you tonight."
He shook his head ruefully. "No, sweeting, I have to head to London on business in an hour. I'm afraid right now is the only time I got."
She felt the sting of disappointment. "When will we get to have a reunion then?"
"Now?" He winked.
"George! I'm at work."
"Is Darcy here?"
She shook her head. Mr. Darcy had not reappeared in New York since that first day.
"Well then, if we were to commandeer his office for an hour, who will be the wiser?" He made a conspiratorial glance at the mahogany door of the CEO's office.
Lizzy hesitated. It felt strange and weird and wrong. But George looked so deliciously tempting, and she had nothing else to occupy her time, and no one was around to observe them.
"Okay." She gave him a deep kiss, and led him into the grand office.
She was bent over the gorgeous large desk, and he was thrusting feverishly into her, when they heard the door open.
"Miss Bennet?"
She recognized that voice instantly. Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit shit.
"M-Mr. D-Darcy?" She squeeked. Damn it, she literally squeeked.
"Mr. Wickham," he addressed the man whose cock was quickly deflating inside of her. "You have five seconds to show yourself out. I do not expect to see you here again, as I will not be pursuing our collaboration further."
Wickham quickly zipped his pants and quit the room without a word to either Lizzy or her furious employer.
Righting her clothing, Lizzy slowly raised her eyes to look at her boss. He was pacing. His voice had been cold and commanding, and his strides bespoke his turmoil. She was clearly in trouble. After her recently failed attempts at finding another position, Lizzy could not afford to lose this job.
She spoke in the humblest tone she could manage. "I beg your pardon, sir. I was not expecting you. This type of behavior will not –"
"Stop." He quit pacing and faced her, his intense stare unnerving her.
She obediently shut her mouth, wondering what he would do next, what manner of insults he would hurl at her as he fired her.
He remained silent for several long moments, apparently composing himself. When he did speak, his words were so shockingly different from anything she had expected, that it took her some time to comprehend his meaning.
"Miss Bennet, it was very wrong of me to interrupt your pleasure. I expect that you will wish to discipline me severely for this misbehavior."
"I – you – um – what?!"
He began pacing again, clearly nervous. "I expect that you will wish to spank my bare bottom with my belt, and then send me to the corner with my bright red ass on display. Once I've had a chance to reflect on my poor behavior, I will be permitted to thank you for the discipline and promise to behave myself better in future."
Shell shocked, Lizzy remained silent, her mouth slightly agape and eyes wide.
He stopped his pacing, and looked at her expectantly. "Miss Bennet? Will you not tell me to drop my pants and bend over?"
"What the fuck?" was at last the first thing to come out of poor Lizzy's mouth.
Will Darcy appeared amused by her confusion. He spoke slowly, as if explaining things to a dim-witted child. "Tell me to drop my pants and give you my belt. Then order me to stick my bare bottom out for the punishment. Then whip the naughty boy who entered without knocking and interrupted your lovemaking before you achieved your release."
"You want me to spank you?" She could not wrap her head around it. This makes no sense. What is going on? Am I dreaming? What a bizarre-o fucking dream! Mr. High and Mighty Demigod asking me to spank him for walking in on me having sex with a client in his office? This is too much even for my imagination to have come up with!
Darcy's nervousness seemed to have disappeared in the midst of his amusement, and he raised a perfect eyebrow. "Are there any other naughty boys who interrupted your pleasure in this room, Miss Bennet?"
"I don't get it," she pat out, irritated. "First you proposition me to be your little sex slave that you can dominate. Now you want me to spank you. What the fuck is your problem?"
He laughed. He actually laughed, right in the face of her irritation and her confusion. "Miss Bennet, you had entirely misunderstood. What I was suggesting a month ago and what I am demanding now are entirely consistent. Yes, I want you to spank me. I do not have my new flogger, or any flogger, here with me, so you will have to use my belt instead. I never had the slightest intention of dominating you, as you would have discovered had you not been in such a hurry to scorch me with your coffee. I have long been entertaining fantasies of engaging with a dominant woman. I had thought that a powerful career woman from a wealthy family would be the most likely bet, but I have been unable to find one that would appeal to me. As I got to know you in the past five months, I realized that you would be the best fit. You are not well off, you do not have a powerful career, but you are fiery and feisty and sexually liberated. That's why I asked you last month."
Lizzy felt her cheeks flush, feeling stupid for having so completely misunderstood him. Now it all made perfect sense, including his first comment, when he had deemed her weak and silly and not his type. Apparently, his type was a powerful dominant woman. And apparently, that was supposed to be her.
She could still not wrap her head around the fact that the legendary William Darcy, Mr. High and Mighty Demigod, was looking for a dominatrix. The fact that he was now practically ordering her to punish him, in minute details of exactly how the discipline session should progress, was not helping any.
Who's in charge of whom here?
The realization that he was making her spank him incensed Lizzy. "And if I refuse to spank the 'naughty boy' that dared to interrupt my pleasure?"
He had the audacity to smirk. "Then you will lose your job. And, by the way, you might have noticed that I have a fair amount of control over your employment prospects at other firms. I am well aware of the five rejected applications you have recently made." He gave her a lopsided grin.
Fuck you, Mr. Darcy. However much she might have misunderstood his sexual proclivities, Lizzy Bennet had been correct in essentials: William Darcy was a control freak and a jerk.
So he bought an entire company, gave me a non-existent job of his secretary, and told all other advertising agencies not to hire me – all so that he could blackmail me into whipping him? What is wrong with this man?
Having no other choice, Lizzy grit her teeth, and decided to get this over with. "Very well. Drop your pants, Mr. Darcy, and give me your belt. You have been a very naughty boy, and in future I expect you to know better than to interrupt me while I'm having sex with another man." Is this what you wish to hear, boss? Am I reciting the correct lines?
He looked eager as he quickly undid his belt buckle and took the supple leather out of the hoops of his perfectly tailored trousers.
He extended the belt towards her, and bowed his head. "Forgive me, Mistress. I am sorry to have displeased you and beg you to punish me with a thorough spanking."
She silently took his belt, and he bent over his desk, right where she had so recently been enjoying George's cock. Making quick work of undoing his pants, William bared his lean, strong, perfectly toned buttocks.
Oh my! He may be a jerk and a blackmailer, but that is the sexiest ass God has ever placed on a man.
Lizzy licked her lips at the sight, then gave his perfect rear a probing lick of the belt.
"Harder, please, Mistress. Your boy has been very naughty and deserves a harsh thrashing."
Yes, sir. She hit hard. And harder. And harder still. After a few licks of the belt, his divinely perfect backside was glowing a lovely red hue. Lizzy thought it to be enough.
"Go stand in the corner like the naughty little boy that you are, and reflect on your poor behavior. I am going to go get myself a coffee. When I return, I expect to see your sexy red ass on display."
Did I just say "sexy"? Damn. Damn you and your gorgeous bum, Mr. Darcy!
As she was exiting his office, she saw him scurry to the corner with his fine wool suit pants, which must have cost more than her monthly salary, awkwardly pooled around his ankles.
When she returned, he was obediently stood in the corner, his freshly punished ass on display. Lizzy allowed herself a moment to appreciate the sight. Then she decided to finish this farce and hopefully get on with her life.
"Come here, naughty boy, and tell me what you have learned from your discipline."
Well, that was a mistake. The man who shuffled towards her was sporting the most magnificent erection she had ever had the pleasure of beholding. His ass was gorgeous, but his cock – Lizzy felt like she had died and gone to heaven.
Mr. Darcy's spectacular manhood had affected her so strongly that she began to actually enjoy their odd little game.
"Tsk tsk, what a bad boy. Are you getting off on your punishment, Mr. Darcy?"
He inhaled sharply and pierced her with the intense gaze that she now knew to denote his pleasure. "Forgive your undisciplined naughty boy, Mistress. I am incapable of controlling my desire for you. Would you like to punish me for this insolence?"
She had no desire to whip him any further. "You do not deserve any more of my attention, Mr. Darcy. Get dressed and go back to work. I hope you have at least learned your lesson."
He did not seem pleased with this, but obeyed. After he dressed as best he could with his continuing erection, he knelt before her. "Thank you, Mistress, for taking the time to discipline me. I hope I have learned the lesson not to disturb your pleasure. I will strive to behave better in future."
Then he stood up, left the room, and came right back before Lizzy had a chance to do anything more than heave a sigh of relief.
Once again, he seemed agitated and nervous. He thought, he frowned, he paced, and at last he stopped before her. "Miss Bennet, I would like to discuss our arrangement."
"Our arrangement?"
"You have upheld your end of the bargain, and you shall keep your present position in my firm. Furthermore, you will receive double your current salary in exchange for taking on these additional responsibilities."
"What additional responsibilities?" She felt like a confused fool, parroting his statements into questions.
"The responsibilities of maintaining your naughty boy, madam." And again, that annoyingly confident smile. Then he began pacing, only now it was excited pacing instead of nervous, replete with exuberant gesticulation. "I will be coming into the New York office at least every other week, and each day that I am here, I expect you to order me to strip naked and worship your beautiful feet. Of course, I will belong to you sexually, and I will not be allowed to attain release without your permission. But you will grant me such permission at least once a week, at your discretion. You may dictate the exact method of my pleasure if you so desire, or simply command me to make myself cum. I have not been with a woman since I first met you, and it goes without saying that I will not be having any sexual contact with any woman other than you. Whenever I am to meet with clients or the board of directors, you will give me a thorough spanking that I would feel throughout the meeting as I sit on the hard wooden chair. – Ah yes, I will need to order some approriate-looking stately wooden chairs! – At your discretion, you may also insert a plug into my rear. I think it would be quite delightful to feel your ownership of me in that way as I make important business decisions." He had a feverish, glazed, dreamy look in his eyes as he was recounting his fantasies.
Lizzy shook her head at this insane man. Then she asked the question to which she unfortunately already knew the answer.
"And if I refuse?"
He gave her an exasperated look. "Then you will no longer have a position here, or really anywhere else. Really, Miss Bennet, is the thought of owning me so unpalatable to you? I am offering you twice the salary for –"
"For sexual favors," she finished for him.
He vigorously shook his head. "No, no, no. I am not demanding anything sexual from you. You must allow me to cum at least once weekly, or else I would combust with my desire for you. But you need not witness my release; you may simply tell me that I am permitted to achieve it. You are not required to ever disrobe before me or perform any sexual act. In fact, while I will belong exclusively to you, you may continue to engage with other men as you please. I know how much you enjoy having a variety of partners."
"You are delusional," she stated simply. "This is all sexual, everything you have described. You wish me to play out a sexual fantasy of yours. Ordering you to worship my feet while you are stark naked? Come on! Even an idiot would know that that is a freaking sexual fantasy. Whipping your bare ass and inserting a plug into your asshole? You are insane, absolutely insane, if you can delude yourself into thinking that you are doing anything less than blackmailing me into sexual play with you, Mr. Darcy."
He sighed. "Let us not quibble over the semantics, Miss Bennet. I have laid out my terms. Do you accept them?"
Ah yes, the commanding CEO voice.
"Yes, sir," she gave him a mock bow.
He glared at her. "In this relationship, you should not address me thus. I do find it erotic to hear you call me 'Mr. Darcy' while I am presenting my bare bottom for your discipline, so that is fine. Other acceptable names you may use for me include 'slave', 'naughty boy', and 'submissive'. I would prefer that you reserve 'Will' and 'William' only for those times when I have been an exceptionally good boy and you are particularly pleased with my behavior."
She shook her head in defeat. This man was a study in contradictions. He was blackmailing her into dominating him sexually, and spelling out the details down to how she must address him.
"Yes, slave," she gave another mock bow, pronouncing 'slave' in exactly the intonation a solicitous servant might have said 'sir'.
He gave her another glare but chose not to respond to the provocation. "I will send a note to Accounting to raise your pay grade. We will discuss the details of our arrangement further tomorrow. Then I will bring a discrete lawyer to sign your new employment contract." He gave her a deep bow. "I look forward to the pleasure of working with you, Elizabeth."
Insufferable man!