Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) (61 page)

“Stand up,” he demanded.

“Shut up and sit down,” Aisha said, pulling her fingers from her
own
pussy and standing before the powerful man. He looked surprised, but he did what she said, stepping back in an awkward shuffle due to his pants still being around his ankles, and then sitting in his office chair. Aisha held her fingers to his lips, the sheen of her
own
juices catching the light from overhead. He sucked on her fingers, tasting her.

Then Aisha turned away from him, and slowly she reached down, taking the hem of her short skirt, and pulled it up. She teased him, knowing his eyes were on her full figured ass, making him wait as slowly the bottom of her cheeks appeared, and then the material of the red boy shorts she was wearing. Then her skirt was up over her hips, and she felt his fingers grabbing the waistband of her panties and tugging them down. She stepped over them, careful to keep her heels
on;
she would need the added height to make the position work.

She bent a bit, reaching down between her legs to grip Anthony’s cock, and then she sat, letting his dick slide up into her hot, wet pussy. “Shit,” she breathed, taken by just how big his cock was. She had only been with black men, and most of them had
been well endowed
, but no one had been able to match Anthony Conner. The man
really
had everything.

As she slid all the way down, taking his cock completely into her tight pussy, he put his hands on her hips. She went up and down, her fat ass cheeks slapping against his lap. Soon she was coming, an orgasm rushing from the core of her loins to spread throughout her body, helped along by the time she spent fingering herself while her boss had fucked her face. She leaned forward further as she came, putting her hands on the carpeted floor behind Anthony’s desk. He moved his hands from her hips to her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she moaned aloud.

“Come,” he said
simply
, saying it over and over as she did. Her pussy tightened on his cock as the last of the orgasm took her, and then it was his turn.

He wasn’t far behind. Aisha set the pace, keeping her hands on the floor. He put his hands on her hips again, and as she rocked down each
time,
he would pull her down, so she slammed down with his cock deep inside of her.

“I’m coming,” Anthony said, and it occurred to Aisha that he hadn’t ever put a condom on, so she lifted off of his cock and spun quickly, putting a hand at the base of his penis as she sucked on the head just as it jumped and exploded in her mouth. His cum was
hot,
and strand after strand filled her
mouth
until some
was
leaking out past the corner of her lips and running back down his member.

Aisha leaned back and swallowed what she could, and then laughed. “I didn’t think working late would be that fun,” she said.

3

Over the next week, Aisha and her boss fucked in his office twice more after everyone else had gone home, and then once on a lunch break where they never actually made it to a restaurant. Their relationship was hot and
heavy
, and very physical. But as the first week stretched into the next, and the one after that, it became something else altogether. They still fucked like rabbits, but there were the lunches too, and the small gifts, given secretly at the office.

Aisha opened a
small
box one Thursday to find a beautiful bracelet that she was
sure
cost more than her yearly salary. They stood in Anthony’s office. She didn’t think of him as Mr. Conner
anymore
though she still called him that at work. He watched her put it
on
and smiled.

“You like it?” he asked.

“I love it,” she said truthfully, but something must have shown
in
her
face
because he reached out and put a hand on hers.

“What is it?”

“I don’t want people to think I make it in this business because I’m fucking you,” Aisha said, truthfully and bluntly.

“Is that what this is? Fucking?”

Aisha sighed and shook her head. “Not to me Anthony, but to them,” she said, motioning towards the closed door which led to the rest of the office.

Her boss and lover nodded. “Forget them,” he said. “No one even knows.”

“And what if they find out? If they find out, and I get promoted, it’s just going to take it away from me. Take my accomplishments away.”

“Do you want to stop? Stop this? Break up?” Anthony asked her, his voice even, his eyes serious.

“No,” Aisha said.

“Want me to fire you?”

The young woman laughed. “
Definitely
not.”

“Alright then. Hey, I was thinking, you should come over for dinner tonight.”

“To your place?”

“Yeah.”

It was a big deal. In almost three weeks, Aisha hadn’t been to his place yet. They had been to her small apartment, but he had yet to invite her to his. She had to imagine his home was a bit more spacious and luxurious than hers.

“Alright,” she said, and he smiled and swept her up in his arms, and they kissed.

That evening Aisha left work before her boss, and she took a cab home and showered and changed. She didn’t know what to wear, but she settled on a dress,
a deep
blood red color with a slit to her thigh, despite the cold weather. She could stand to be cold if it knocked Anthony off his feet. Red heels and makeup went on after, and then she was going down to the street to catch a cab, but she was surprised by a limousine waiting
by
the sidewalk. The driver stood by the
rear passenger
door.

“Aisha?” he asked, and the young woman nodded.

“Mr. Conner is anxious to see you,” the driver added as he opened the
door
and the way his eyes swept up and down her body rather blatantly let Aisha know she had indeed chosen the right dress. She got into the limousine and couldn’t help but smile when she saw
a dozen
roses waiting for her.
She
took the bouquet in her hands and sniffed it. Then she saw the bottle of champagne in an ice
bucket
and poured herself a glass.

The limo moved slowly through the
city
and finally pulled into an underground parking garage under a massive and sleek looking skyscraper. The driver opened her door and offered his hand. She took it and got out.

“Right into there,” the man said, pointing to an elevator that sat across from a bank of them. “The code is five, three, two, three.”

Aisha didn’t have any idea what he was talking about, and she didn’t have any idea why there was a single elevator across from the rest of them. There was a sign next to it which said private, and as she stepped
inside,
she wondered if Anthony was so rich he
really
owned his
own
elevator. There was just one button inside the
elevator,
and she pressed it. When she did
so,
a small screen above the button woke, shining a soft blue. It was a touch screen, and it showed a set of numbers, zero through nine. She typed in the code the driver had told her, and the door shut, and the elevator moved up.

It rose for a long while, and Aisha found herself wondering what floor her boss lived on.
Finally,
the elevator stopped, and with a ding the door opened. Aisha found herself in a long hallway, lit by lights that ran down either side of the hall. At the end of the hall was a door, and as Aisha made her way towards it, it opened, and she saw Anthony standing in the doorway.

“Wow,” he said, and she would have said the same. He
was dressed
in a tailored suit, which wasn’t rare for him, but there was just something about him, something she couldn’t quite put her
finger on
.

When she reached
him
they embraced and kissed, and then he gave her a tour.

His apartment was massive, mostly open space. One corner had a kitchen, one corner was a walled off bath, with a stone shower with glass walls and a hot tub caddy corner to it. In the middle of the floor space was a living
room
and in another corner his bedroom. She could have fit four of her apartments in his, and maybe with some space left over.

The dining room was open most of the rest of the apartment, with a long table made of dark wood. Candles burned on the table, and the rest of the
apartment
was dimly lit
. Two places had
been set
, one at the end of the table and then at the chair directly to the left of that. She sat there, with Anthony pulling her chair out for her, and then he sat at the end of the table. An older woman, named Mary, came out from the
kitchen
and began serving them. She was Anthony’s private cook, and she found herself wondering if she worked there every day, or only
for
special occasions. Something told her it was every day.

Mary was a hell of a cook, and the meal was one of the best Aisha ever had. After
dinner,
she was full and
a bit
drunk
since they had made their way through a couple of bottles of wine. Mary
was excused
after clearing the table, and she left through the front door.

“You have a cook,” Aisha laughed.

“In fairness, she doesn’t usually serve me like that. I paid her extra.”

Aisha laughed. “I don’t even understand this lifestyle,” she said.

“I work hard for it,” Anthony said somewhat defensively.

“I’m not making fun of you,” Aisha said, touching her hand
upon
his. “It’s amazing.”

Anthony leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. “
You’re amazing
.”

Aisha smiled, and they kissed some more.

Soon they were rising from the table, their hands exploring each others body, and her dress, so carefully picked out was lifted over her head, and dropped to the floor. She wore no underwear, a fact that Anthony appreciated with a grunt as he groped at her breasts with both hands. They kissed and fondled as they made their way to his king sized bed in the corner of the apartment. He pushed her back on the bed and began unbuttoning his
own
shirt, but Aisha sat up and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying. She bit her lip and grinned up at her lover. Her fingers went to his zipper, pulling it down and then she slid a hand inside his fly, pulling his already engorged cock out through the flap, without taking off his pants.

She gripped him
tightly
and began jerking him, sliding her hand back and forth over his member.

“Suck my cock,” he said in the dim light, his voice husky and breathless.

“Shut the fuck up,” Aisha said, and then she pushed him away and stood in front of him. She pulled his ruined shirt from his shoulders after undoing his tie. “Turn around,” she demanded, and he did so. She was completely in charge, and he wasn’t fighting her on that point. She took his tie and slipped it over his head, resting it across his eyes before tightening it so it would stay and function as a blindfold. She reached down and undid the button on his pants, and then bent slowly, planting kisses down his back while she lowered them. When he was n
ude
she guided him to lie on the bed, and after he
did,
he reached for her, but she stepped away.

“Hold on,” she said. “Jerk your
own
cock for once.”

She turned and made her way back to the dining room, taking the purse
that
she had brought from
it’
place on the back of the chair where she had sat. When she returned to the bedroom, she stood for a moment and watched him. Anthony had a hold on his hard cock, and he was pleasuring himself, moving his hand slowly along his member.

“Stop,” she said, and he did. Aisha opened her purse and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. They weren’t fuzzy, they weren't pink, they were steel and cold, and she slipped one locking hoop on each wrist in turn, and then attached the other end of each pair to his headboard. He wouldn’t have been able to move if he wanted to.

“This is surprising,” Anthony grinned, and Aisha didn’t say anything.
Instead,
she climbed onto the bed and
shifted,
so she was kneeling over his face. Her pussy was moist and warm, and when
she
lowered herself onto his
lips,
he began lapping at her wet slit, happily and eagerly. She was facing his feet, and she leaned forward, pressing her large breasts against the bottom of his toned stomach as she brought herself level with his cock. She held herself up a bit with one hand, and gripped his throbbing member with the other, and then took him into her mouth.

She teased him, feeling empowered by having him cuffed to his bed. Her tongue traced tiny
circles around
the head of his cock, and she left his shaft to her hand. He tried to arch his hips up, to force his cock deep
within
her mouth, but she didn’t let him. He was tonguing her with
skill
that
came from age and experience, and she came suddenly after ten minutes, his tongue buried inside her, his chin rubbing against her clit as he probed her pussy.

When she
was done,
she climbed off of him, and then, without speaking, she left the bed. She went out to the kitchen, wanting to torture him, wanting to make him want her even more. She filled a glass with water from the
tap
and drank it slowly. She heard him calling for her, but she ignored him. When she finally returned his cock was still hard, angry and red and
yearning
and he was pumping his hips up and forth in a display of desire gone unfulfilled.

“You came back,” he said.

“I guess I should make you come,” she said. She climbed on top of him, facing him, and used her hand to guide him inside of her. Aisha controlled the pace, rocking slowly on top of him. She bent forward, kissed him. When she moved up, so her brown nipple rubbed his lips he parted them and sucked on her.

It was long and slow and tender, but
finally,
he was coming, grunting aloud and thrusting upward as his cock dumped his load in her tight pussy. She waited until his dick had stopped jumping and
thrusting
, and then she pulled herself off of him, and laid down beside him.

“Are you going to uncuff me?” he panted.

“Maybe,” Aisha said with a wicked grin.

“
At least
take the blindfold off,” her boss pleaded.

“I will. Eventually.”

“You’re evil,” Anthony said.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Okay.”

Aisha left him
blindfolded
because she felt like an idiot bringing all of this up, after only a month or so of dating. But still, it had been weighing on her mind of late, and she didn’t want
just to let
it go.

“Are you ashamed to be dating me?”

“What? No. Why would you ask that?” Anthony asked.

“I’m your secretary. I just… I noticed we only go out
during
lunch
when it would be normal for us to go out. And you’ve never introduced me to any of your friends.”

“You haven’t introduced me to any of yours.”

Aisha laughed. “I don’t have any here. If you want to fly
to Michigan,
I will.”