Darcy's demands might be shocking, but our Lizzy is not easily intimidated. Let's see what she makes of her new predicament...
"There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me."
- Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice
Oof. After what felt like the longest workday in history, Lizzy Bennet slumped against the door as soon as she entered her apartment. An unearthly pleasant smell comforted her nostrils, and she made her way to the kitchen. Wonderful, angelic Jane was making tiramisu, Lizzy's favorite dessert.
"Mmm, Jane, I love you."
"Lizzy! You're home. How was your day?" Jane's eyes were wide with concern. "Charlie mentioned that Will was coming back today." Ah, so that's the reason for the tiramisu. "I hope you have both survived unscathed?"
Yep, mostly unscathed. His sexy derriere is probably still sore, but I don't think I left any welts.
Lizzy felt awful having to hide things from her favorite sister and usual confidante. It had been bad enough not telling Jane of Will Darcy's proposition a few months before. But now she would have to be committing the sin of lying by omission on pretty much a weekly basis.
"Um, yea, we're fine, Jane. I mean, you know I hate him. But he hasn't fired me, and it's not like I have any other options at the moment. I will just have to suck it up. And he won't be around that often; his main business is still in SF."
"You sure? You look a little… worn today."
Worn, huh? Yea, spending half of the day agonizing over one's boss's demands to dominate him would do that to a girl.
"I'm ok, Jane, really. I'm a little tired, but the tiramisu should lift me right up."
Halfway through dessert she remembered the one thing that she couldn't keep from Jane. Not after Jane had so adamantly insisted on paying more than half of their joint rent due to Lizzy's lower salary and mountain of student loan debt.
"Oh, Jane? I forgot to mention. Will offered me a promotion, so I will be making more. I think it would make sense to split the rent evenly now, or I can pay more to make up for the past year."
"How much of a raise did he give you, Liz? You still have all those loans…"
Lizzy dove right in. "I'll be making a hundred grand."
"As a secretary? Lizzy, that's double your previous pay!"
"Yea, um, well… I'll have more work now."
Jane looked skeptical. "What kind of work?"
How did he put it? The responsibilities of maintaining my naughty boy?
"Maintaining his affairs. I guess I will be more of a PA than a secretary. Meryton Media is a much bigger thing now. I mean, Darcy Advertising is huge." Just like his cock… Woah, where did that come from, Lizzy Bennet?
Jane seemed appeased. Her ridiculous belief in Lizzy's talents was welcome, for once. "Oh Lizzy, that's wonderful! Of course that makes sense! It's nothing more than you deserve. You are so good at what you do!"
Citing her fatigue as an excuse, Lizzy retired to bed early and used the time to meditate on her new circumstances. She had already decided that there was not much that she could – or, for that matter, wanted – to do about the position she found herself in.
Yes, Darcy's behavior was arrogant and atrocious and unacceptable. Yes, it constituted sexual harassment. But what could she do? File a lawsuit? It would be costly and she was well aware that Richard Fitzwilliam, the attorney general of New York State, was a close friend of Darcy's. And besides, who would believe her claim that a drop-dead gorgeous billionaire who happened to be one of the country's most eligible bachelors, Mr. High and Mighty Demigod himself, was blackmailing her into whipping his sexy buttocks? It sounded preposterous even to her own ears.
Besides, however loath she was to admit it to herself, Lizzy was not entirely averse to the idea. God knows that jerk needs a good spanking.
There were two key parts to Lizzy Bennet's personality. First, she was an incurable optimist, determined to make the best of every situation. Second, she never backed down from a challenge. Combined, those two features ensured that she was ready to take this on and show William Darcy just how very well she could dominate his sorry ass. Pun fully intended.
Thus determined, she spent the rest of the night educating herself on the finer points of female domination. Lizzy Bennet was too smart a girl to take on a challenge without proper information.
She dressed with care for work the next day. Half-sheer white blouse, tight knee-length black skirt, her hair pulled back into an elaborate bun, her feet encased in the highest black heels she owned. Formal, strict, but a sexy kind of strict. No panties.
She strolled into work at the usual time of 9AM, but instead of proceeding to her own workspace, she stopped by Charlotte's desk.
"Morning, bestie!" A cheerful note and a light peck on the cheek, in response to her friend's confusion.
"What's going on, Liz? Do you need to borrow a phone charger? And what's up with the outfit?"
Lizzy spun for her friend's inspection. "Does it look bad?"
"No, not at all, you look fantastic. It's just not your usual style."
Lizzy smiled. "I decided to… spice things up."
She then proceeded to prattle on about inconsequential things, perched on her friend's desk for fifteen minutes, until William Darcy strode up to them with a man she had not seen before. Ah. That must be Mr. Discreet Lawyer.
"Elizabeth, I would like to speak with you in my office, if you please."
"Good morning, Mr. Darcy. I am currently engaged, but will see you in ten minutes."
She saw him open his mouth to protest, and pierced him with a daring glare. Come on, then, boss, tell me to obey. Make me discipline you right here in front of my friend and the rest of your employees.
He seemed to have thought better of it, and left her with a stiff nod.
"Lizzy," Charlotte whispered, worried. "Did you just make Mr. Darcy wait so that you could chat with me about, well, nothing of any significance?"
"I doubt that whatever he has to say is of any more significance. Anyway, where were we?" And she kept talking for the mere sake of it for ten minutes straight. The quizzical look in Charlotte's narrowed eyes left no doubt that her friend was onto her. All in good time, my dear. All in good time. I will show off my new toy to you one day.
When she finally made it to the CEO suite, she found Mr. Discreet Lawyer sat across from Mr. High and Mighty Demigod's imposing figure.
"Gentlemen." She nodded her greeting with a friendly smile.
"Miss Bennet, how kind of you to join us."
Jerk.
Incensed, she dove right in: "I do not appreciate sarcasm, slave. That will be five licks of the belt."
He remained seated, not moving a muscle at her statement. But his eyes darkened unmistakably.
She was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. But he had started this, and left her no choice. His demands made her furious and indignant and aroused. If she was going to play his kinky games, then would do so by her own rules.
She lowered her voice and ordered sharply. "Now."
At this, Darcy slowly stood and unbuckled his belt. He maintained eye contact with her as he slid the belt out of the hoops and extended it towards her, then unzipped his pants and slowly pulled them down to his knees. His cock was already at half mast. He gave her one last intense look, then turned around and bent over his desk.
"I am sorry for speaking out of turn, Mistress. Please punish me as I deserve."
Mr. Discreet Lawyer remained discreetly still and silent.
Lizzy swiftly delivered five strong hits with the belt to Darcy's glorious buttocks. Then she turned to the lawyer:
"I take it you are here to discuss my employment contract, sir?"
Entranced by what he had just witnessed, Mr. Discreet Lawyer nodded numbly, his eyes fixated on Lizzy's hold over Darcy's belt.
Lizzy seated herself on the recently vacated place behind Darcy's desk. "Slave, go stand in that corner and reflect on your poor behavior," she instructed the man bent over the desk.
Mr. Discreet Lawyer spoke up for the first time. "Miss Bennet, I believe Mr. Darcy would like to speak to you about the new terms of your employment."
Lizzy snickered. "I do not give a damn about what he would like, sir. This naughty boy is being punished. He will stand in that corner, with his sore red bum on display, while we complete the discussion."
As Darcy stood and shuffled to the corner, she noticed that his gorgeous cock was at full mast now. You nasty little boy, are you getting off on being punished in front of your lawyer?
Capitulating, Mr. Discreet Lawyer began uncertainly. "Um, right… here is a copy of the contract, Miss Bennet. If you would like, I can take you through it point by point."
"Yes, please, if you would be so kind, Mister -?"
"Reynolds, madam. Mr. Reynolds."
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Reynolds."
"Er, well, let us begin then. First point: corporal discipline." He glanced quickly to where Darcy stood with his nose pressed against the wall and his glowing pink bottom on display. Just like a naughty little boy.
"Stick your punished rear out for me, submissive." He immediately complied, affording her an even better view of his toned backside. "Now give your naughty ass a smack. Very good. Now wiggle it from side to side? Good boy. How does it feel to have your punished ass on display in front of me and our guest, my pet?"
"Humiliating, Mistress."
"That's right, just as you like it. Isn't that right, slave? Tell me: what is your little cock like at the moment?"
"It is very big and hard for you, my Mistress. I am tremendously aroused by your discipline."
"I'm sure you are," she mumbled. Bloody pervert who is forcing me into this crap.
Mr. Discreet Lawyer discreetly cleared his throat. And got the brunt of Lizzy's wave of ill humor: "What? Don't pretend to be all shocked and proper, Mr. Reynolds. We all know why you are here: to negotiate a fucking BDSM contract with a girl who is being blackmailed into dominating that pervert over there."
The lawyer wisely chose to focus on the business at hand. "As I was saying, the first point on the contract is corporal discipline. It appears that you, erm, have that well in hand. The only thing of note is Mr. Darcy's request that he receive at least twenty strokes before each meeting with clients or the board. Shall we move on to foot worship?"
Lizzy skimmed through the second paragraph. "Sounds reasonable enough. I will allow my slave to worship my feet in the nude for half an hour every morning, unless he disobeys me too much."
"What is too much, Miss Bennet?"
"That, Mr. Reynolds, will be under my discretion."
"With all due respect, Miss Bennet, such vague terms –"
"Mr. Reynolds, who is the dominant here? Frankly, I find it quite distasteful: the way your client is attempting to top from the bottom."
"Mr. Darcy, are you amenable to Miss Bennet's terms?"
Will Darcy remained silent. Mmm, good boy. Maybe there is hope for him after all.
"You may speak, slave," she instructed.
"Yes, Mr. Reynolds. Mistress may deny me the pleasure of worshipping her when I have been a naughty boy."
"Like today?" She teased.
"Like today."
Mr. Reynolds shrugged. "Very well. Part three: Grooming."
Lizzy looked at the document.
'The slave's privates shall be groomed according the Mistress's specifications, and inspected weekly.'
Lizzy flushed with pleasure. Her boss's privates were absolutely, perfectly, heavenly delightful. And she could impose grooming standards onto them? Perhaps this arrangement was really not so bad after all.
"Bare," she declared confidently, overcoming the desire to giggle like a giddy schoolgirl at the thought of inspecting William Darcy's freshly shaved balls.
Mr. Reynolds scribbled a note diligently. They went through the remaining clauses: the collar that Darcy would wear under his gorgeous Armani suits, signifying her ownership; the acceptable forms of address that they would use for each other; the terms of his orgasms; the fact that he would not be permitted to engage with any other women; Lizzy's financial remuneration.
Satisfied that their contract was finished and signed, Mr. Reynolds left the two to their own kinky devices.
As soon as he was gone, Darcy eagerly approached her.
"I am delighted to get started, Elizabeth. And thank you for that delicious discipline session! I must say I am quite impressed with your command. I knew you were a born dominant from nearly the first moments of our acquaintance, but this is beyond all of my expectations. Let me undress, and then we can begin with a session at your feet."
Lizzy frowned. "You seem to forget a few things, Mr. Darcy. First, I have not allowed you to leave the punishment corner. Second, we have already determined that, as you were a naughty boy who disrespected his Mistress, you will not be permitted to touch my feet today. Third, I was under the impression that I was meant to dominate you. Yet it appears that you continue to issue commands. Did I misunderstand something?" She arched a challenging eyebrow.
He had the decency to look abashed. "Forgive me, Mistress. I was a little eager to get started. Shall I return to the corner?"
"That will not be necessary. Strip. Then sit."
He did as told. At the sight of the hottest man she had ever encountered, naked and at her command and so very visibly aroused, Lizzy did not give a second thought to what she was about to do. She was not particularly into the whole humiliation and spanking thing, or at least she hadn't been until now. But she was most certainly into William Darcy's steaming hot body. If I'm going to let this man blackmail me into being his Dominatrix, then I might as well get what I want out of it.
She took his tie and used it to bind his hands to the back of the chair. She lifted her tight pencil skirt. She smirked at the look of desire flashing through his dark eyes at the sight of her bare pussy. She straddled his lap. And she lowered herself right onto the object of her desire.
Oh yes.
She rode him hard and fast and just as she wanted.
He shifted and moaned under her, and she praised her foresight at having tied his hands. I am going to do this my way.
"Oh god, Mistress, please! Please stop…"
"Why should I suspend my pleasure, slave?"
And what a pleasure! My, my, his cock feels as good as it looks!
"I'm too close, please, Mistress!"
"That doesn't matter. You will not come until I give you permission to do so." And she gave a slower, sensual twirl of her hips.
"Uhhhhh, Mistress, please!"
His begging was driving her crazy, and Lizzy felt her climax fast approaching. At his next breathless please, she exploded in the best orgasm she had had in quite some time. Apparently, so did her insufferable, sexy, disobedient, blackmailing boss.
She had not given him permission for release. She had been stupid enough to have not even considered the possibility that he might cum without it. Ok, so maybe one feverish night of reading did not mean that she was an expert at this whole dominating-a-virile-male thing.
Lizzy felt the warm viscose substance slowly flow down her thigh. Oh right. She had not taken any precautions before mounting that delectable manhood of his. She had just had unprotected sex with her jerk of a boss.
Damn.