From Continental Beginnings
Oh, Ms. Darcy
When lunchtime arrives, I excuse myself from the group to eat alone outside the office. Bella looks hurt, but I just want to distance myself.
While I’m out walking the streets of Naples, I spy a lingerie shop. Unable to resist, I stop in and pick out the silliest pair of panties I can find, hoping they’ll bring a smile to Bella’s face.
After the remainder of our seminar, I finally shower and make my way to Bella’s room to gather her for our company’s dinner plans. Still thinking about last night’s fuck fest, I’m feeling a mixture of anxious and frisky. When she answers her door, she’s wrapped in a robe and the smell emanating from her is more than I can withstand. Dinner can wait - my strained dick can’t.
“I’m hungry, Ms. Darcy, but not for dinner,” I say, gripping her around her waist and backing her into her room.
Dropping the box with her gift to the floor, I ravage her, tearing off the terry cloth that’s standing between me and her decadent body. She mirrors my response by ripping my jacket off me, followed by my shirt. I pick her up and toss her onto the bed and she spreads out for me, her naked body and hair still damp from her shower. I slowly remove my belt, deciding on what to do with it. Bella’s eyes round as I run the black leather through my fingers.
“Oh, Ms. Darcy… the things I’m going to do to you.”
Bella licks her lips and opens her legs, her eyelids heavy with wanting – wanting for me. Standing at the foot of the bed, I remove the condom from my back pocket and strip my pants off.
“Cross your wrists and place them on your belly,” I order as I straddle her, and she readily complies.
Pushing the belt under her and around her waist, I tighten the leather over her wrists so that she’s unable to move them or use them to resist me.
“No kicking or resisting, Ms. Darcy. It won’t be tolerated. Is that understood?”
Bella nods tensely.
“I won’t hurt you, but you will be uncomfortable. Simply state yellow if you’re getting uneasy or red if you’re unable to tolerate what I’m doing to you.”
“Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” Bella murmurs and my name whispered from on her full lips sends adrenaline surging through my blood and to my brain.
I position myself between her legs, grab a pillow and shove it underneath her lower back to give me leverage. In my excitement to get inside her, I struggle with the condom. I close my eyes, slow my breathing and steady my hands.
“Prepare yourself, Ms. Darcy, this position can be demanding,” I warn her once the rubber is finally in place. “But I believe in you and your capabilities of handling all that I intend to do to you.”
Her eyes widen and her breathing quickens with my words and it’s all I can do not to smile at the fear and excitement brimming in her eyes.
When she’s least expecting, I push her knees up to her chest and she lets out a gasp as I tilt her pelvis upwards, totally exposing her splendid pussy to me. Holding her ankles firmly with one hand, I guide my cock into her entrance and slowly ease myself into her. Once I’m completely sheathed by her cunt, I finger her clit. After only a few slow caresses, her pussy becomes drenched. The view of my cock sliding in and out of her is so magnificent, I can’t take my eyes off it. Only when I hear her lusty and pained groaning am I able to force myself to look into her eyes. She’s watching me with the same intensity she was in the meeting this afternoon, her sapphire eyes piercing right through me, reading my thoughts.
No, no, no. I don’t want this feeling. I just want to fuck her senseless, not this. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts of the overwhelming sense of need she’s instilling in me. Tilting her pelvis even further upwards, I stab into her, making her squeal out. That’s better.
“Tell me again how much you like fucking this cock,” I command.
“You know I do,” she whines.
“Louder, Ms. Darcy,” I exhale.
“Yes,” she whimpers out only slightly louder.
Pounding into her deeper and more fiercely, I demand more. “What part of louder don’t you understand, God damn it. I want to hear you scream that my cock is the only one for you,” I roar.
“God, yes… yes…” she pants out frantically.
“Not God - me and only me. Now fucking say my name before I lose all patience with you,” I snarl through gritted teeth as I lean down into her ear.
“Only you, Mr. Pettifor. Only you…” she replies stridently and out of breath, writhing underneath me as if trying to escape my brutal fucking.
I drag her by her hips back to me and push deeper yet until I meet resistance against her back wall.