office door and after furtively peeking into the outer office, call to Mr. Jones who was waiting for his appointment with her employer.
Mr. Jones was as handsome as Mr. Darcy was hard and rugged. At first, he seemed surprised to find her, the office secretary, exposing herself so blatantly. But that surprise was short-lived. In fact, he seemed hardly shocked at all when he finally nodded pleasantly to
Shelby
, completely ignoring the fact that she was shaking in her shoes with embarrassment and fright.
“That’s a nice red ass she has,” he commented to Darcy, after giving her a good long stare. The handsome Jones then moved into the office and shook hands with her employer. “So can I assume that your secretary has been getting a little necessary discipline?” he asked.
“She’s assuming the role of my sex slave.”
Shelby
whipped around in shock at the words used in reference to her. “Sir?” Again her body seemed to drain of energy. She could barely speak, her small voice sounded frail.
“What, dear? Is it so repugnant to think of yourself as a slave to me? It’s what you have become. It’s what I’ve mentioned to you many times. Three short months in my employ and certainly you have become as compliant as any man’s bound slave. I think it’s time that we get the formality of the arrangement handled.”
She had been forewarned, not once but many times that something this extreme was clearly in his mind. After that first time in his office, he had sex with her nearly every day over the edge of his desk, his cock taking pleasure in what he described as the ‘unsullied innocence of her spirit and her untried body’. He seemed almost smitten with her. He called her charming – the kind of talk that made her blush. While he enjoyed her coy charms and the velvety tightness of her awakening sex, she learned lessons in submission and physical surrender to the superior male.
But
Shelby
had mixed emotions about the abrupt turn her life had taken – after all, she was only nineteen! Although she had few serious expectations for her life, she did have dreams: the charming prince, the virile lover, the handsome suitor. But none of her imaginings made her the love slave to a much older man. Her employer simply slipped himself into her life without giving her a choice, and there was no saying no to the powerful Mr. Darcy.
Even now as she gazed at the two men, she didn’t have a clue what to say, or how to respond. Both men were fixed on her with keen eyes and critical expressions, sitting side by side now, as Mr. Jones had taken the chair next to Darcy. She remained stock still in the center of the room some ten feet away from them, still holding up the plaid, pleated skirt to her waist. Her red ass throbbed behind her, while her glistening pussy was completely exposed to their view. The silence gripping their small tableau became profound; for
Shelby
it seemed to scream in her ears.
Her eyes began to fill with tears. She knew the truth about Mr. Darcy’s talk of slavery; she knew what was true about their relationship. But to have had it suddenly spelled out so blatantly, no longer couched in sensuous sounding euphemisms, made the truth a little shocking. Even he had once called her a woman of tender years who needed to be treated with some delicacy. She only wished he’d been more delicate with his rash announcement. And before a stranger…?
The fight to flee or stay returned again – even though she knew exactly how this battle would end. Mr. Darcy’s chilling statement of fact had brought her to a new level of excitement, like nothing she’d ever felt. Even if she did not yet know what slavery meant, she could not deny that this was exactly where her most outrageous fantasies led. In the dark recesses of her psyche there had always been a thrilling and peculiar place
Mr. Jones was as handsome as Mr. Darcy was hard and rugged. At first, he seemed surprised to find her, the office secretary, exposing herself so blatantly. But that surprise was short-lived. In fact, he seemed hardly shocked at all when he finally nodded pleasantly to
Shelby
, completely ignoring the fact that she was shaking in her shoes with embarrassment and fright.
“That’s a nice red ass she has,” he commented to Darcy, after giving her a good long stare. The handsome Jones then moved into the office and shook hands with her employer. “So can I assume that your secretary has been getting a little necessary discipline?” he asked.
“She’s assuming the role of my sex slave.”
Shelby
whipped around in shock at the words used in reference to her. “Sir?” Again her body seemed to drain of energy. She could barely speak, her small voice sounded frail.
“What, dear? Is it so repugnant to think of yourself as a slave to me? It’s what you have become. It’s what I’ve mentioned to you many times. Three short months in my employ and certainly you have become as compliant as any man’s bound slave. I think it’s time that we get the formality of the arrangement handled.”
She had been forewarned, not once but many times that something this extreme was clearly in his mind. After that first time in his office, he had sex with her nearly every day over the edge of his desk, his cock taking pleasure in what he described as the ‘unsullied innocence of her spirit and her untried body’. He seemed almost smitten with her. He called her charming – the kind of talk that made her blush. While he enjoyed her coy charms and the velvety tightness of her awakening sex, she learned lessons in submission and physical surrender to the superior male.
But
Shelby
had mixed emotions about the abrupt turn her life had taken – after all, she was only nineteen! Although she had few serious expectations for her life, she did have dreams: the charming prince, the virile lover, the handsome suitor. But none of her imaginings made her the love slave to a much older man. Her employer simply slipped himself into her life without giving her a choice, and there was no saying no to the powerful Mr. Darcy.
Even now as she gazed at the two men, she didn’t have a clue what to say, or how to respond. Both men were fixed on her with keen eyes and critical expressions, sitting side by side now, as Mr. Jones had taken the chair next to Darcy. She remained stock still in the center of the room some ten feet away from them, still holding up the plaid, pleated skirt to her waist. Her red ass throbbed behind her, while her glistening pussy was completely exposed to their view. The silence gripping their small tableau became profound; for
Shelby
it seemed to scream in her ears.
Her eyes began to fill with tears. She knew the truth about Mr. Darcy’s talk of slavery; she knew what was true about their relationship. But to have had it suddenly spelled out so blatantly, no longer couched in sensuous sounding euphemisms, made the truth a little shocking. Even he had once called her a woman of tender years who needed to be treated with some delicacy. She only wished he’d been more delicate with his rash announcement. And before a stranger…?
The fight to flee or stay returned again – even though she knew exactly how this battle would end. Mr. Darcy’s chilling statement of fact had brought her to a new level of excitement, like nothing she’d ever felt. Even if she did not yet know what slavery meant, she could not deny that this was exactly where her most outrageous fantasies led. In the dark recesses of her psyche there had always been a thrilling and peculiar place
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