The Bad Boys of Capitol Hill (5 page)

I watched as she made her way swiftly across the floor, head down, hair swinging forward to hide her face, which was no doubt bearing a blush. That was her trademark, flushed cheeks and pale pink lips. It’s what drew me to her; that touch of innocence in a world of cutthroat politics and dark dealings.

She had become my escape, the one thing I kept only for me, not to be shared with another. No one knew of our meetings, not even my most trusted friends, my advisors. If they knew, they would seek to put an end to what we had and I couldn’t let that happen, wouldn’t let that happen.

There’s no way I would survive this presidency without her sweet body to offer me release. Even now, the thought of burying myself inside her was all that kept me sane. There had been times when I’d been rough with her. When some asshole from some corner of the world had pissed me the fuck off and I wanted to commit murder.

Instead I usually called her up under some pretense or another, and she’d spend the rest of the night tied to my bed. Those times rough was the only thing that would do it for me. I enjoy a nice roll in the hay every once in a while. She’s been made love to as often as she’s been fucked, but I’ve taught her to love my dominance of her in the bedroom, in fact, she now craves it, like a drug.

***

“Come here.”

The press conference had run a little longer than I expected, and had become almost unbearable coming on to the end. It had been days since I’d last had her: tasted her, smelt her. For one reason or another we had been kept apart; my travels for matters of state, her job as one of my senior advisors, there was always something.

“I missed you.” The words were uttered against her lips as I licked across them with my tongue, seeking entrance. She opened to me and I drew her in closer, our bodies fitting perfectly together thanks to the killer heels she wore.

Outside the door I could hear the foot traffic of the White House staff as they went about their daily routines. In the back of my mind was the knowledge that anyone could approach at any given moment, maybe that added to the thrill of the forbidden.

I came back to the present when she rubbed herself against me in that sensual way she knew drove me crazy. Running my hand up her thigh, I checked that she was following orders. She wasn’t allowed to wear underwear when in my presence. My fingers connected with the almost bare flesh of her pussy. “I need to give you another shave sweetheart. Open.”

She spread her legs for my fingers and I finger fucked her while sucking her tongue into my mouth.

“The others will be here soon for the follow up.” I heard the panicked excitement in her voice.”

“They can wait, this can’t. Release me.”

She fought with the buckle of my belt until it came undone and pushing her hand down the front of my silk briefs, touched the tip of my cock with light strokes. Without needing to be told she fell to her knees, and pulling my eleven inches of angry cock all the way out of its confines, took me into her mouth.

I buried my hands in her very sophisticated upswept hairdo, sending pins flying without much care. I loved her hair, the long silky blonde length of it that came to the middle of her back when released. I especially loved the way it tickled my face when she rode my cock.

When she’d sucked my cock to its fullness, I pulled her up none too gently and lifted her so that my cock kissed the entrance to her already dripping pussy. “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and looked into mine, her breathing erratic as the pulse raced in her neck. I used one of my hands to lead my cock into her. She was still so tight, even after months of me plowing her. I guess that was the resilience of youth.

Licking the flesh of her cheek I sat her on my cock as I held her ass in my hand. Pulling her down hard until I was all the way in. “Fuck yeah.” I walked over to the bank of windows in my private office in the east wing. There was no danger of being seen from the outside since the glass was one way, but I had the pleasure of watching others walk by down below as I fucked into her.

She bit her lip to keep her wild cries inside as I bit into her flesh wherever I could reach. I loved marking her it was one of my greatest pleasures in fact. This position wasn’t working for me, even though she’d already flooded my cockhead twice. I needed something more.

Walking across the room with her impaled on my cock, I pulled out when we reached the couch and then I thought better of it. The floor will do nicely for what I had in mind. I took her down and slammed into her hard. She wasn’t able to keep her voice down this time and I cut her off mid-scream with a hand around her throat and one over her mouth.

“Shh, be a big girl and take me.” There was no give on the hardwood floor, I could pound into her to my heart’s content and know that she was feeling the full force of my cock hitting her deep. Her slender form looked as though it would break in half beneath my much bulkier form. That too gave me pleasure. Never before have I had the need to dominate a woman so completely. It was something in her that brought that out in me. Now no one else will ever do again.

My advisors thought it was high time that I married, but the list of hopefuls paled in comparison to my Kayla. And since the thought of cheating on a wife made me sick to my stomach, I benched the idea. Besides, I wasn’t about to get married just because someone else thought it was a good idea.

Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I spread her open and slid into her nice and slow giving her pussy a small break from my incessant pounding. “Tonight you’re coming to my rooms and you’re staying the whole night, until I’ve had my fill. Prepare to be fucked to within an inch of your life, it’s been a long day.” I brought her off with my finger on her clit before pulling out and spilling my seed all over her spread thighs and lower belly. “Go clean up, I hear the others coming.”

Getting to my feet I fixed my still hard cock back into my pants as she scrambled for the bathroom. By the time she came back out the room was filling with the rest of my advisors and I had myself under control. It was getting harder and harder to keep up the farce, each time I had her I wanted more. This fucking her and letting her out of my bed was growing stale. I knew where my mind was going but it was a delicate situation.

For all that she was highly intelligent, Kayla didn’t come from a moneyed background, something that my snooty advisors might not overlook if I should broach the subject of marriage to her. Not that I needed their permission, but for all their backward ideals they were friends and I valued their opinions when it came to the presidency, too bad they couldn’t separate the man from the office.

***

“Marcus we’ve got the numbers here from the last poll.” Colvin Samuels started off the meeting as per usual. As the eldest of the bunch the others usually gave way to his seniority.

“And which poll would that be?” There was always a poll about something or another. I’d stopped paying much interest after the first year. I wasn’t here to win a popularity contest but to run the country that I loved the best way I knew how and keep us on the path of prosperity set down by the forefathers.

“The one pertaining to your single state, did you look over that list of hopefuls we sent you?” I looked at Kayla out of the side of my eye. I knew this couldn’t be easy for her, hearing talk of the man who’d just been buried balls deep inside her marrying another woman. I couldn’t reassure her, as much as I might want to, it was neither the time nor the place. That didn’t mean I had to like it.

“I thought we decided to table this until the thing in the middle-east calmed down?” I shifted my attention to the table of suits at large.

“Yes well, the people have spoken and fifty-four percent would feel better if their commander in chief was married with a family. It shows a sign of commitment and stability, and if you want a shot at that second term we think that you should give this some serious thought.”

“I would think the fact that I’ve managed to avoid an unnecessary war and get twenty five percent of the country back to work would be a good showing of what kind of man I am. I don’t see why my being single would have anything to do with my ability to make decisions as I’ve already proven that it doesn’t.”

“That’s all good and well, but you took the last election with the help of mostly women, most of them housewives two to one. Those same women are looking for you to make a commitment, you don’t want them thinking you’re running wild behind closed doors do you? If you’ll excuse me Ms. Stevens but may I be frank sir?”

I sat at the edge of my seat, how did he know about Kayla and I? I thought we’d been so careful. He carried on before I could interject. “This may not be polite conversation for mixed company but we’re all adults here and you are part of this team. Now Mr. President, you’re a young man in his prime, very soon those women are going to get to wondering exactly what it is that their president does to relieve his baser needs, we all know you weren’t a monk before you took office.”

I relaxed back into my seat with a slight smirk. “I see your point, but still, I don’t see the need for the rush…”

“But there very much is a need sir.” Thompson piped in.

“We’ve pared the list down to the five most suitable. Jensen passed me another portfolio which I flipped open absentmindedly. I was very aware of Kayla as she sat tight lipped her head down and that look of sadness that I hated to see on her face.

“The Truman girl is the best of the bunch, she’s got good breeding and she has an unblemished reputation, nary a blip on her record.” Sure, some mealy mouth little mouse who would probably squeak in terror if I tried to do half the things I needed to do to a woman to get off. My eyes once again went to Kayla, now instead of sadness she was pissed. I frowned slightly at this, I could understand her discomfort but we’d had this conversation and she knew I had no intentions of marrying any of these women.

The meeting dragged on forever before we turned to other more pressing matters. As soon as the meeting was over she got up and strolled out of the room without so much as an acknowledgement. The others didn’t seem to notice her odd behavior but I was aware of her every breath. I guess she was more upset than I thought, didn’t matter; I’ll make it up to her tonight.

When the appointed time came and went and she wasn’t here, at first I got worried; then when her phone went to voice mail my worry was only heightened. It wasn’t like her to brush me off. As the minutes ticked by I paced the confines of my room like a caged beast. Had she been hurt? The thought scared the shit out of me and I tried her line again. This time she answered on the third ring.

“Yes Mr. President what may I do for you?”

“Where are you?”

“At home where I belong where else?”

What game was she playing? “Get your ass over here now Kayla.”

“I don’t think so, goodnight.” She hung up on me; it was so incongruous that I stood there looking down at the beeping phone in my hand for a good minute before turning it off. I went from concerned to pissed in two seconds flat.

I didn’t give to much thought to what I did next, I’d had too many people thwarting me today, telling me what the fuck to do with me, I’m the fucking president not a robot. She knows she’s my escape, knows how much I need her on nights like this. And most of all she knows she’s fucking mine. How dare she fucking deny me?

I called down and had the car brought around. Slamming into the backseat I gave directions to her home, the little townhouse she lived in alone. “I won’t be out until morning.” Make of that whatever the fuck you like, I was past caring.

“I walked up to her door and rung the bell, looking around the sleepy neighborhood. No doubt anyone looking out their window would wonder at the strange car with the men standing like sentinels next to it. Good thing I had the good sense not to take the official vehicle but one of my own.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she opened the door and saw me there. “What…”

I didn’t give her time to finish her sentence, instead my hand went around her neck and squeezed. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” I shook her a little pushing her back into the room. “When I call you fucking come, I don’t care how fucking pissed you are.”

“You’re…hurting me.” Her hands came up to pull at mine but I didn’t let go. I walked her backward through the house with my hand around her throat looking through doors until I found the bedroom. It was so her, soft and sweet and girly, later. I wasn’t here for the fucking décor.

“Strip.” She backed away from me as soon as I released her.

“I said get those clothes the fuck off now Kayla, don’t make me repeat myself again.” She reached for the buttons on the silk pajama top she wore as I stood towering over her shorter frame. “Now disrobe me.” her hands trembled as she worked on my shirt an then my pants. When she was done I dragged her up and slammed my tongue into her mouth forcefully. Taking her tongue into my mouth I sucked hard on her tongue before biting into it until I tasted her blood.

She tried talking but the sound was muffled and I wasn’t interested anyway. I pushed her away and down until her face was level with my already hard cock. It never failed, as soon as I got within feet of her I grew hard and leaky. “You know what to do.” Looking down between her thighs I could see the evidence of her own arousal. She remembered to look up into my eyes as she took my cock into her mouth.

“All of it, you want to act like a woman then show me.” I knew she couldn’t take me all the way in when I was this hard but I wasn’t in the mood to cater to her at the moment. She fought to take me into her throat. Grabbing her head I forced my cock the rest of the way in making her gag on my fierce meat. I throat fucked her until she shook her head begging for air. I kept my cock there until she got the fucking message.

Pulling her up I pushed her back against the wall and lifted her until her legs wrapped around me. “I know you want me to suck your little pussy now don’t you, you love it when I eat you out until you cum all over my face. But guess what, not tonight, that’s the penalty for disobeying me, something that you will never ever fucking do again.” I slammed into her on the last word.

I didn’t bother to smother the scream that tore out o her. “Please Marcus, I’m sorry please.”

“Too fucking late, this is my pussy not you or anyone else is going to keep me from it. Not now not ever, you fucking get that?” I plowed into her tight pussy over and over again pinning her to the wall as I buried my face in her neck and bit down hard, sucking the flesh into mouth. She came with a gush all over my cock. “Who told you you could cum?”

“Get on your hands and knees.” I pulled out and pushed her to her knees. Kneeling behind her I grabbed both her arms, holding them together with one of mine in the small of her back as I used my other hand to guide my cock into her wet pussy. “Fuck yourself on my cock.” She was moving before I finished the order. Wrapping my hand around her throat from behind I pulled her head back. “You disrespected me, that’s a big fucking no, no. I own you, you have no fucking rights when it comes to us, to this.” I slammed into her before releasing her neck and smacking her ass hard. “I didn’t tell you to stop, keep fucking.” I spanked her ass as she pushed back against my cock taking all that steel up in her belly.

Her cries of please and stop didn’t phase me, it’s been a long time since I had to spank her ass but she knows what happens when she disobeys. When her ass was nice and red and her sniveling was wearing down, I leaned over and turned her face so I could feed on her tongue. She was a little nervous, probably thought I was going to bite her again, but the heat of my anger was cooling somewhat.

Pulling out of her body once more I moved over to the chair she had standing in the sitting room next to a Chippendale table. “Come sit on my cock.” I was still hard and standing up straight as I waited for her to obey. She crawled over to me without having to be told. She knows that when I’m in punisher mode that’s what I prefer. “Who’s my good little girl? I lifted her face for another kiss before helping her to her feet.

She straddled me in the chair, her hands on my shoulders as she bit into her lip and slid down on my cock, which I was holding in place for her. As soon as I was planted firmly in her pussy, butting up against her cervix I took her ass in my hands. “Now ride my cock like a good little girl.” She moved up and down on my dick while I played with her clit with one hand and fingered her ass with the fingers of the other. “Should I fuck your sweet ass tonight beautiful, huh?”

“Yes, oh fuck yes.” She sped up her movements as I thrust hard up into her my fingers digging into her asshole. This is what I loved, seeing her like this, all control gone. I loved the way she gave herself over to me so completely, no one else have ever been able to fulfill my needs the way she does. “You’re taking my cock so good baby, feed me one of your tits.”

Kayla has amazing tits for such a small woman. She stands five one in her bare feet, and her build is very slender except for her breasts. Thirty-four D, which stands high and firm on her chest. I nuzzled her as she held the right one up for my mouth and teeth. Sucking the erect nipple into my mouth I bit
down and she screamed and rocked harder on my cock.

All the day’s frustrations played through my head as I fucked up into her over and over and just like that I’m pissed again.

“Beg me to let you cum on my cock.”

“Please sir may I cum?”

“You’re my good little girl aren’t you Kayla?”

“Yes, oh please.” She was close I could feel the pulsing and pulling of her pussy walls, but she knew better than to cum without my say so again, or it’ll be her ass. “Cum now.” She came on a scream and I caught it in my mouth. I pulled her down harder on my cock as she rode out her orgasm. Then I did something I’d never done in all the time we’d been fucking, since the day I took her cherry.

Getting to my feet, I spread her out on the table and fucked into her like a man possessed. The loud growl that was ripped from my throat was followed by my seed flooding into her. It set her off again even as her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh you’re cumming in me, you’re…”

“Yes, take my seed.” I emptied my balls in her womb as I leaned over and took her mouth. “I guess that means we’ll have to get married now.” Her face broke out in the biggest sunniest smile I’d ever seen. It’s the only solution, the best of both worlds as far as I’m concerned.