Well, I have decided to throw in another surprise. I guess this is our Hunsford. ;) Enjoy!
Lizzy Bennet did not get a chance to fully come back to her senses before she felt the muscles of the man under her tense, jerking the tie holding his hands undone, and forcibly throwing her off.
It must have been the fog of her post-coital brain, but oddly enough, the only thing she remarked was how very gorgeous his smooth chest and lean biceps looked as he flexed them. He is very strong.
Next, she saw her boss jump up from the chair and begin to pace agitatedly, running his hands through his luscious dark locks.
"Damn it. Damn it! How could I have been so stupid?" He mumbled under his breath.
Seeking to calm him, Lizzy took a step towards him. "Darcy."
She was shocked by the glare he sent her way. "And you! You conniving little –"
"What?!"
"It's my money, isn't it? Is that what you want? You thought you could secure me with this pathetic little scheme."
Some faint bits of comprehension were beginning to seep into Lizzy's mind, and she felt herself grow incensed. How dare he?
"I do not have the pleasure of understanding you, Mr. Darcy," she said very coolly and deliberately.
"Oh please, spare me the theatrics, Miss Bennet. You know full well that you just tricked me into having unprotected vaginal intercourse with you. Now I am sure you will tell me that you are not on any birth control and that you are morally against any future actions. Well, that won't pass with me. I insist that you take the morning after pill tomorrow."
Lizzy was, in fact, not on any birth control. And she did fully intend to take the preventative measure he described, along with a thorough investigation into his health. But the fact that he insisted on it, along with the accusations he was throwing at her, made her blood boil.
"My reproductive decisions, Mr. Darcy, are entirely out of the scope of your control, and your insistences will make absolutely no difference. Should any offspring ensue, you may rely on it, neither you nor any of your money will be allowed anywhere near it. As to the rest of your statements, they are so ridiculously absurd that I do not see any benefit to continuing this conversation."
She turned toward the door, but felt her arm suddenly encircled in a strong grasp. Apparently, William Darcy was not currently in a mood to be dismissed. If Lizzy Bennet was not so angry with the situation, she would have been amused at the contradictions of his appearance: stark naked and thoroughly fucked with disheveled hair, yet so commanding with that set jaw and those blazing eyes.
"Not so fast, Miss Bennet. Why should I trust anything you say, after you manipulated me into cuming straight inside you?"
Enough was enough. All attempts at calmness swiftly fled, as Lizzy raised her free arm and delivered a resounding slap to his left cheek.
"How dare you?!" She spat out. "How dare you hurl these accusations at me, when you know perfectly well that you not only did not object to the activity but were quite eager for it. I did not force you, Mr. Darcy. As I have just witnessed, you were more than capable of removing the bindings I had placed. If anything, you have been forcing me into this whole domination charade. Oh, and by the way, you were not permitted to cum, slave."
She infused so much contempt and venom into the last word, that for a moment, he seemed almost taken aback. It did not take long for his irrational anger to resurface, however.
"It's not like you gave me much choice, Mistress. I told you that I was too close."
"Oh, and it is my responsibility to prevent you from misbehaving? I am not at fault if you cannot control yourself."
Pausing for a moment, he decided to take on a new strategy. "It was not merely the completion, and you know it. You mounted me unprotected. God only knows what manner of vile diseases you might carry." He shuddered.
"Well, that is rich! Do men not have the ability to transmit STDs? I didn't know. Did I miss the memo?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I am just as likely to have caught something from you, as you are from me, Mr. Darcy."
He scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Excuse me?"
"I have not been with a woman in almost a year. You have had plenty of opportunity to pick things up. Michael, Brandon, George Wickham…"
"And Kirk and Phillip," She supplied sardonically. "And although your attitude does not deserve the information, I was checked as recently as last month."
He seemed relieved to hear that, and at last began to calm down.
Still, regarding her cautiously, he ventured: "And the birth control?"
"I have no intention to have children at present, and most certainly not with you. You need not worry." That was all Lizzy said, attempting with all her might to control her ever increasing frustration with the insufferable man.
He did not seem satisfied. "Were you using preventative measures?"
"No. But I fully intend to take the corrective measure as soon as possible."
"I will come to the clinic with you when you go to get the morning after pill tomorrow," he declared in a tone that brooked no opposition.
So much for trying to retain my temper. For the second time in their preposterous exchange, Lizzy Bennet could no longer contain herself.
"You will not be coming anywhere with me, or, for that matter, anywhere near me. You blackmail me, force me into some twisted fantasy play, and now accuse me of attempting to trap you?! For fuck's sake, Darcy, I have had enough. I no longer work here. And I don't give a damn that you will prevent me from getting a similar position anywhere else. My career is not worth putting up with your abuse. I'll get a different kind of job, I'll go back to school, I'll marry well, I'll live off Jane's kindness – I don't know how, but I'll manage. And it sure won't involve ever seeing you again."
Some faint comprehension of her meaning seemed to dawn on him. "What are you saying, Elizabeth? You can't just quit. We signed an employment contract only this morning."
"Yes. And it was at will. I am damn well quitting, Mr. Darcy. You may be powerful, drop-dead gorgeous, and irresistibly sexy. But you are the worst fucking control freak that not only blackmails women into sexual favors at work, but allows his panic attacks to transform into hurling abuse onto others. You are arrogant, presumptuous, controlling, and have absolutely no concern for the feelings of others. If you want me to dominate you, then you have to actually trust me, not jump to the worst possible conclusions at the very first opportunity! You are, to be frank, the last man in the world I would ever want as a submissive."
With that, she decidedly stormed out of his office and out of the building where she had worked so contentedly for the past five years.
She emailed her resignation letter to the HR department that afternoon, doing her best to ignore the pang of sadness she felt at having to quit her beloved place of employment. She had enjoyed working at Meryton Media. Her colleagues had been friendly and pleasant. The pay had been reasonable and the work interesting. Her best friend Charlotte worked on the same floor.
He tried calling her five times that day and three times the next day. She let all of his calls go to voicemail.
To sweet, lovely, wonderful Jane she told the important part of the truth. That Mr. Darcy coerced her into some kind of sexual agreement, that she rode him without protection, and that he subsequently accused her of all sorts of vile things. She left out the particulars of his sexual inclinations, not seeing how it mattered for the story, and respecting his privacy, little though he deserved it.
She had never seen Jane as incensed as she was at that time.
"Lizzy, why didn't you tell me? How could he do this?! We must take action!"
"What would you have me do, Jane? You know I don't have the money to take him to court. Nor do I particularly care to. Besides, it was I that quit. And I suppose I was the one that actually initiated the sexual contact."
"Yes, but… you said that he had coerced you into a sexual agreement? What does that mean, exactly?"
"Well, I did not technically have to have sex with him."
Jane looked confused. "Then what did he make you do?"
"Look, it doesn't matter. Other stuff. Intimate activities, but not oral, anal, or vaginal sex. That part was my own doing."
Jane shook her head. "I don't know, Liz. It sounds pretty horrid. I will talk to Charlie and see what he says. I know Will is his friend, but I am sure he will be on your side. He's a lawyer, too, so he can help."
Lizzy groaned. "No, please, Jane, don't. Look – it's fine. I'll get another job. Please don't tell anything to Charlie. I wouldn't want this to affect their friendship. Just… please make sure Darcy and I never intersect through you too."
Jane huffed. "I still don't agree with you, Lizzy. And trust me, Darcy won't come anywhere near you. In fact, he better not come anywhere near me either, or he might find himself a little worse for wear. No one does shit to my little sister and gets away with it."
Lizzy gave Jane a grateful smile, and swiftly changed the subject to happier things.
Two more days and another three unanswered phone calls later, she found a beautiful bouquet of flowers left outside of their apartment door. The attached note read simply:
'Miss Bennet: I am sorry for my inexcusable behavior and erroneous accusations. Please come back to work. Respectfully, W. Darcy.'
How very formal. Lizzy huffed with indignation. It was clear as day that the man could not grasp the full extent of his abuse. He probably thinks that I will come back and give him a sexy little spanking for his 'inexcusable behavior'. Well, no fucking way.
After another three days, the arriving bouquet carried a more desperate note.
'Please, Elizabeth, let us talk. I am very, very sorry. I need you.'
It was not even signed.
Lizzy was annoyed by his presumptuousness, but never so much as when she heard Jane's raised voice coming from the hallway.
"You jerk! How could you do that to my little sister?! And you dare now to show your face here?"
"Jane –"
"It's Miss Bennet to you, Mr. Darcy. And I fervently hope you will not have any future occasion to address me at all. I should report you for what you did to Lizzy! Blackmailing her like that!"
"Miss Bennet, please, just let me talk to Elizabeth."
"No."
And then a firm shut of the door. Lizzy was proud of her older sister.
After two weeks of no contact, Lizzy's life began to come back to normal. She had submitted a number of job applications, and even received two interview invitations for the coming week. She was beginning to hope that the nightmare that was William Darcy was well and firmly behind her. Even if she occasionally felt a traitorous bout of arousal at the memory of his perfect cock filling her pussy and his gorgeous buttocks offered for her correction.
When she received a beautiful envelope with her name written elegantly across it in a handwriting she recognized only too well, she almost threw it straight into the bin. What good is it to open this can of warms?
Alas, Lizzy Bennet had always been a curious creature. She devoured the long, neatly handwritten missive.
'Mistress,
I know that I have lost the privilege of addressing you thus, but please indulge me this one time, even if you decide that it shall be the last.
I am deeply, terribly, achingly sorry for the way I have treated you. It was unpardonable of me to force you into having an intimate relationship with me at work. It was equally unforgivable of me to accuse you so abominably after our last encounter. I will address each of these offenses in turn, not with a view to excuse myself (for I know that my actions have been inexcusable), but to demonstrate that I have taken this time to introspect and better understand my character and the flaws that have led me to behave as I have. I hope that in doing so, I will come closer to learning to control these negative shades of my personality, and become the kind of submissive you deserve, if you will have me.
I have only been intimate with four women in my life, including our encounter three weeks ago. Despite being, as you so aptly put it, both arrogant and controlling, I have always been drawn to strong, dominant women. Perhaps the weight of responsibility that I have carried as an orphaned heir was too heavy, and I wanted to submit at least sometimes, at least in my intimate life. That seemed entirely incompatible with the type of women I attracted: fawning, eager, ready to agree with every word I said. As a result, I tended to mostly avoid their company.
The first exception was my college sweetheart, Laura. We began dating in our junior year, and remained together for four years. I thought I loved her, and believed that I might one day call her my wife. She was lively, sharp, witty, and outgoing – in those aspects, she was perhaps like you. She was also shrewd, unfaithful, and calculating – in that, I now know, you two are nothing alike. I overheard her once telling my best friend not to worry, that she would pass their child as mine, and that once she marries me, they can both be comfortably well off and continue to see each other behind my back. It was, to say the least, traumatic. I avoided women like the plague for three years after that.
My only other long-term relationship was with Sofia, a beautiful and extremely intelligent Spanish neurosurgeon. We had a mostly happy, if somewhat emotionally detached relationship for two years. Until I confided my fantasies in her, and she flat out told me that I should seek professional help. I felt betrayed and misunderstood, and broke up with her.
That was two years ago. I confided in a few of my closest friends, including Charles, and with their encouragement began to explore and embrace my own preferences. It took me a year to become comfortable enough to seek out and engage with a professional Dominatrix. She was my third and last intimate partner – until you. I discovered that that was not what I had desired. Somehow, it felt too contrived and fake. I wanted something more organic, something closer, something that I could have right in my own sphere, at home… or at work.
When Charles, who knew perhaps even better than I did what kind of women I found most attractive, told me about you, I was intrigued. When we first met, as you well know, I misjudged and insulted you. You have no idea how much pleasure I received from your subsequent setback. I ordered the dessert you told me to, and inwardly rejoiced at being able to obey you in that, at finding a woman who could handle me as aptly as you did. And then you got a boyfriend, and then another, and I was both irritated and pleased. I was jealous, to be sure, but also aroused by how experienced and sexually liberated you are. It was as if you took my admiration for granted, and engaged with other men so openly, treating me just like a real slave. What will you think of my arrogance – I actually though that you were tormenting me this way on purpose. I thought we had established a rapport. I thought you knew of my admiration, that you accepted it happily, that all that remained was to approach you about a formal Mistress/slave contract. Yet with my limited experience in general and complete lack of experience in this kind of relationship, I was not sure how to approach you.
When I did approach you, I completely muddled it up. And yet I was not willing to give up. I was convinced that you would be a perfect domme for me, and that all you needed was a little push. That is the only way I can explain my subsequent actions. I was used to getting everything I want in life, and I deluded myself into thinking that it was in your best interests as well. I still believe that you are a born dominant. But I no longer hold the illusion that I am the right submissive for you.
Still, I hope you may be willing to give me another chance. Properly this time. I will not use my power or influence against you ever again, I promise. I have called all of my contacts in the industry and explained that the only reason for my former recommendation against you was that you were so competent that I wanted to have you for my own firm. I hope you find work wherever you would like; of course, Meryton Media remains open to you.
I will also, if you grant me the great privilege of being your submissive, not seek to dictate the terms of our involvement. We would do it property – as two mature adults setting mutually agreeable guidelines. Something you said has struck me as very profound. You accused me of not trusting you. You were, of course, absolutely correct. As your submissive, I would need to be able to trust you with my pleasure, my discipline, and my well-being. I have begun working on it, and I hope the attached show my earnestness.
I remain your hopeful slave,
William Darcy
Attached were two glossy photo cards. One was of the gorgeous William Darcy, on his knees with his legs spread shoulder wide and his hands behind his back. The pose was both submissive and provocative. His head was thrown back a little, his piercing blue eyes looking directly at the camera. He was nude except for a leather collar with a metal buckle on which she could make out the faint outline of two initials. E.B. The other card featured a picture of him draped over a bed with his pants pulled neatly down to his knees. His bottom, ready for the punishment, was in the foreground, and his head was turned towards the camera. A flogger was offered by one extended arm.
The weight of the images was monumental. These photos, if released to the media, would cause a national sensation. He had placed his trust firmly into her hands. For the first time in their acquaintance, Lizzy felt in control.