Wendy glanced down at her, “Oh, no thank you Leila. They’re personal business. My daughter Rebecca is graduating from High School next month… announcements,” she tapped her finger on the stack of envelopes to indicate what they were.
Leila smiled brightly at her, “Thanks Mrs. Adams, thanks so much!”
Wendy was sure she’d just been dismissed; this pretty little gold digger was a piece of work! She went back to her office and shut the door.
Leila lifted her phone and texted Logan, “You want to buy me lunch?”
A few moments later came a response, Monday 8:01am- I just had breakfast, but the answer is YES.
Leila giggled and replied, Meet you at the Yacht Club at noon?
She settled into her day’s work and waited on his answer; it wasn’t a long wait. Monday 8:10am- YES YES YES
Her phone beeped again nearly startling her, Monday 8:04am- Oh and Leila? I meant it when I told you that I love you.
She texted him back, I meant it when I told you that I love YOU, Logan McNarry!
Leila giggled again. This giggling was getting annoying! She needed to pull on her big girl panties and get to work! The elevator doors opened and Senator McNarry strode into the office right on cue. Patricia Johnson was at his side as was usual, but he stopped mid-office and held up her hand to pause her, “Leila dear? Did you and Logan have a nice time Saturday night?”
Leila didn’t miss the scowl on his face. What business of his was it to announce to the entire office that she was with Logan this weekend? What an ass! Her first instinct was to give him a smart reply, only her mother’s sudden interest put a halt to what would have been an unfortunate answer. The firey glare from her mother’s blue eyes stopped her before her mouth could open. Instead Leila smiled, “Why yes we did Senator. It was so wonderful to catch up with him after all these years!”
David McNarry’s eyes narrowed on her; Leila met his snarl in her gaze. He wanted to keep her out of a relationship with Logan. But was all she had, the only speck of real love she’d ever felt in her lifetime. Logan was the only man who’d made her smile, made her laugh, made her feel loved. With him she felt, normal. Already she knew that she’d protect her relationship with Logan until her dying day, just as she was sure he would protect her. She’d deal with David in her own way if he petered on the edge of coming between her and Logan.
The Senator shot her an irritated glance, “Glad to hear it Leila. Logan’s a good kid.”
She knew what he was referring to and she resented it.
Leila’s Shade
Leila needed to put a stop to the relationship with the Senator; he was beginning to scare her. She needed to break this off and fast before Logan found out and her life was ruined. If Logan found out about her and his father, it would be the end of all of their relationships. The Senator and Elise would surely be through, her mother would never speak to Elise again, and the new found wave of love Leila was riding on would surely end in flaming disaster. That she wouldn’t have. She didn’t’ give a damn about anyone else’s relationship, really. She parked her car in front of the Georgetown mansion and knocked on the front door. She’d already texted him to verify that no one else was there for the morning. He was waiting for her and pulled the door open to allow her to step inside.
“Go on upstairs and get undressed.” He ordered.
“Wait,” Leila said. “We need to talk.”
“About what?”
“It’s Logan. I...”
“Ohh, I understand. You don’t want Logan to find out. Don’t worry, he won’t.”
“No, David. I don’t think we can continue this.”
“Are you serious? Really? Developed some feelings for Logan, have you? Thought he wasn’t your type?” David said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.
“He’s not. Well, he wasn’t. I dunno, it’s complicated.”
“Not for me. Actually, it’s pretty simple. We both know why you’re here, and it’s the same reason you won’t walk out that door now.”
“I don’t know… I think it’d be best to stop this, at least until I can figure it out.”
“I have a better idea. We’ll continue until you figure it out. Now get upstairs and get undressed!”
Leila had no idea what had come over him, where upstairs did he want her? She looked at him blankly, astounded.
He huffed, “Fine, I’ll carry your ass up there and do it myself.”
She felt herself being lifted into his arms and pulled tightly against his chest as he began to climb the stairs. He took her directly into the guest bedroom that was opposite Elise’s room at the top of the stairs. Leila’s eyes adjusted to the dimness, but filled her with fear as she gazed in awe at the collection of torture toys in the room. What the hell?
He sat her down on a bench that was far too high to be used as any kind of household furniture. Expertly he removed her clothing; Leila sat silently contemplating his next move. She was naked now and he stood back to examine her. Leila felt no embarrassment from the nudity in front of the Senator; this was what she’d wanted from him, it was what she usually begged for. “I’m not kidding David, I came here to talk, not this!” Leila started to get down.
“Get on your stomach!” The order was clear and plain, Leila felt she had no choice but to do as he said. She rolled onto her stomach suddenly feeling betrayed by her body as excitement cursed through her veins. This was the sex she lived for, the sex she craved. Her conscious began to curse her loudly, what the hell was she doing? She was in love with Logan! Stop this very instant! It went on until finally she caved into full the full depression of her failure. The Senator needed to fuck interns, and Leila needed to be dominated; they were the perfect pair, surely she could see that?
The whip hit her before she could settle comfortably. “OWWW!” She yelled.
“What the hell? Have you forgotten how to behave, slut?” The Senators voice was stern and angry.
Leila choked, tears forming in her eyes. “No.”
“No? No what?”
Leila didn’t answer. Logan’s love had weakened her.
“The correct answer is no, Master!” The whip hit her bare ass with a sting that caused the tears in the corners of her eyes to start rolling.
“No Master!” She murmured the pain causing her ass cheeks to clinch.
“Good girl.” He said satisfied. “Spread your legs!”
“Yes, Master.” Leila whimpered. There was no way out and she knew it. She couldn’t get away from him now even if she wanted to; he was tying her arms and legs to the bench beneath her. Even though she considered herself experienced with sub/dom, behaviors Leila had to admit that she was utterly shocked that the Senator had such toys in his own home. This was the home Logan lived in when he was in Washington for God’s sake! For a moment she felt a stab of guilt mixed with sadness for Logan. He’d had to grow up with his father’s sex toys in the bedroom next to his. To add insult to injury, now his girlfriend was enjoying them with his Dad. She couldn’t bear to think about Logan now. Tears flowed down her face in resignation.
The Senator turned a wheel that separated the lower part of the bench and spread her legs. The assault of pain sent a twinge of excitement to her sex, she despised herself for it. Her arms spread as well, turning the table into a large X shape. The Senator stepped close to the bench now.
Leila gasped as she realized that he too was naked, his long prick pointing towards her face. “Here baby, lift your head and let me put this pillow down for you.” His words were strangely sweet as he fit a small airline style pillow beneath her face so that it wouldn’t rub on the hard wooden surface of the bench. It was out of place considering his other orders.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked gruffly, his voice changing back to her Master.
Leila answered honestly, “Yes, Master!”
His fingers slid inside her, “Yes, you are so wet for me!” She could hear him sucking her juices from his fingers above her. Leila’s inner
worries slid away as her body responded anxiously to the scene around her. “Well my little slut, seems you’re in need of a good hard fucking!”
“Yes, Master.” Leila was astonished at how much the surroundings and this strong man handling her this way terrified her and turned her on at the same time. Her nipples grew hard against the scratchy wooden bench.
David moved around the room, and positioned himself in front of her. Instantly his cock appeared in front of her lips. “Suck it bitch!” he yelled, startling her. Leila opened her mouth and took it all in at once, her saliva coating him as he slid inside. It was a large cock, not as large as Logan, but it filled her entire mouth and he pushed his way deep down her throat until her nose finally reached the curled graying hairs at his crotch.
Slowly he moved back and forth, using her mouth as nothing more than a mere fuck tool. Leila relaxed, submitting to the act as she began to breathe through her nose. She fought against the deep urges that were building inside her to slow her orgasm, but her pussy was pulsing with each plunge of his cock in her mouth. She moaned loudly, vibrating her mouth.
“That’s it! Keep moaning you little cock hungry slut!” David began to quicken his pace, pounding himself against the back of her throat. Leila moaned again; this strong man had her at his whim. She’d never been dominated this firmly before, and she liked it… and hated herself at the same time. She couldn’t deny how intoxicating the entire scene was to her. She felt her own juices flowing from her as she ground her clit against the bench.
His come spilled into her mouth until it overflowed down her chin and cheek. She swallowed as much of the salty mixture as she could as he groaned loudly above her.
“Now that’s a good little slut. It seems you’ve earned a good deep fucking today.”
“Yes, Master!” Leila gurgled.
David walked over to the wall and selected a couple of toys. “I wonder which one of these you would like me to fuck you with today.” He held two massive dildo’s in front of her face. Leila studied them both; they were both as big as Logan! If he put both of those in her she’d split in half! She couldn’t choose either!
“Fine, if you can’t choose, I’ll use both.”
Leila gasped for air. She instantly wanted to beg him to stop, to use a safe word, but he hadn’t offered her a safe word had he?
“Lift that lovely pussy and let me put this on your clit.” He ordered. Leila heard a strong buzzing noise that sounded more like a bee hive than a vibrator.
She lifted her ass into the air as much as she could with the ropes tied firmly around her hands and ankles. He slid the powerful tiny vibrator beneath her, but this was different; it was more like a clamp that vibrated! He closed it onto her clit as though it were a clothespin. Leila was relieved that it wasn’t painful, but it was shaking her entire world. Quickly she realized that if she pressed it against the wooden bench that it gave her an even more intense sensation. Her pussy was opening and closing as though it was already being fucked. God she hated him for doing this to her. He was taming her, bringing her to utter and complete decimation. She’d only dreamed that she could have a normal life, a loving man at her side…Logan wouldn’t want a whore who got turned on like this…ever.
He slowly slid one of the two large dildos inside her. “There! Does that help your needy cunt?” He wasn’t looking for an answer as he slid it in and out of her.
“Yes, Master!” Leila said. She was feeling the warm sensation of being filled, and at the hands of her master. She closed her eyes as tears slid down her face. She was quickly reaching a point of no return.
“Good!” David said. “Now let’s get that fine ass of yours taken care of!” The Senator turned on a button on the other dildo and it began to buzz near her ass. Leila whimpered as she clenched for more of the assault; her fear disappeared as the shaking dildo pushed at the opening to her behind. She gripped the wood and rope beneath her fingers tightly, preparing for the pain. However, the dildo slid in effortlessly, bringing a brand new sensation of being full and massaged all at the same time.
Both of his hands now worked the pair of dildo’s penetrating her. Masterfully he plunged them inside her in unison. Leila’s mind went blank as the spot inside her ass that sent her over the edge, as well as the one inside her soaking cunt were fucked at the same time. Her clit shook and shivered with sensitivity as he pushed deeper and deeper into both of her holes.
“You can come now, my little slut.” He said plainly.
“Yes, Master!” She moaned as her orgasm came at her from all angles. She wasn’t sure which rocket sent her into orgasm, the vibrating clothespin on her clit, the far too thick dildo in her pussy that was stretching her beyond imagination or the shaking slippery smooth dildo in her ass. She screamed loudly, her ass lifted into the air in response to the mind numbing experience.
She lay motionless on the bench while he untied her. Her mind was racing back and forth between the love she felt for Logan, and the naughty void his father filled. Guilt began to demolish her; she knew she couldn’t go back to Logan now. There was no future with David, not that she wanted one with him. But Logan offered her something she didn’t even know she wanted. Now she had nothing, nothing at all.
“Very good fucking, Miss Johnson,” David said as he slapped her ass and began to get dressed. “I want to see you come like that again later.”
Leila was shaken to her core, both literally and figuratively. Her body was still shivering. The Senator slapped her ass with fervor, “Alright slut, get the fuck out of my house now,” he said as he walked out of the room.
Leila found her clothes and struggled into them. Enough was enough! Fuck him! Leila Johnson wasn’t going to let some prick Senator keep her from what she wanted. She’d beaten men a hell of a lot stronger than his old gray ass. That was the exact moment she’d realized that she no longer wanted this man or any other who treated her this way. Not now, not ever again. What she wanted was Logan McNarry and the entire world could go straight to hell if they tried to stop her from having him. She felt abused, neglected and tortured. What she wanted more than anything was to fall into Logan’s arms now; let him surround her, protect her from this horror. Everything she’d thought she wanted was no longer viable. If getting to the White House meant putting up with this kind of crap, then she wanted nothing to do with it.
She climbed down the stairs and found him sitting at his desk as though nothing had happened. “Go fuck yourself,” she said as she walked past his desk towards his front door. She was trying to unlock the door when she felt his hand strongly on her forearm.
“Excuse me?” he said, anger emanating from his words.
Leila flung around despite his grip on her arm, “I’m sorry; I thought I was speaking English. I said go fuck yourself.”
He let go of her arm and glared at her, “Young lady, language like that is not acceptable!”
Her eyes leveled on him, “Look David, I’m done with this. I thought I wanted something from you, as it turns out you have absolutely nothing I want. You disgust me.”
His blue eyes flashed, “Wait, did little Miss Johnson think that I’d leave my wife, my entire life for her if she swallowed his come?” The Senator laughed wickedly. “Oh my dear, I certainly expected more from a girl like you. That’s such a rookie mistake!”
“Thank you, sir. I agree with you. It’s not one that I plan on making again. You’ll need to find another intern to abuse from now on. As for me, I’m going to find your son and beg him for forgiveness. If he loves me as much as I love him then maybe, just maybe, he’ll forgive me.”
David grabbed her by the neck sternly, “You will NOT tell my son any of this, do you hear me you little slut?”
Leila jerked away from him and pressed the panic key on the car keys in her hand. David was momentarily shocked by the sudden noise of her car alarm sounding just outside his front door. It gave her a moment to find the latch on the door. She opened it in front of her and took a step onto the front
step, “Count your blessings that it’s only Logan I plan on confessing to!” She stomped down the brick front steps and climbed into her BMW. She was careful to lock herself inside the car before turning off the alarm. On a last glance back at the McNarry house she saw David standing in the doorway glaring at her, she lifted her hand and flipped him her middle finger.
Here for You
Patricia Johnson pulled her sleek new beamer into the visitor’s spot in front of the McNarry home. The short drive from her townhome was barely enough time to go over in her head exactly what to say to Elise. She knew this day would come, but nevertheless, the pain in her lover’s voice was almost too much to take. Elise was, after all, her oldest and dearest friend. Elise’s husband, David, was her meal ticket.
Patricia no sooner stepped out of her car when Ronald appeared to greet her. “Thank God you’re here, Miss Johnson. Elise’s been screamin’ and cryin’ for the last hour!”
“She’s okay?”
“Don’t know for sure. She’s locked up tight in her room! But you can hear her kickin’ and throwing stuff in there. I tried to call Mister McNarry, but I can’t get him on the phone.”
“I’ll take it from here, Ronald. Would you grab my bags for me? They’re in the trunk.” She rushed into the open door and nearly ran right into Gracie, who was delicately balancing a silver tray of food in her hands.
“Whoa! Slow down, Miss Johnson,” Gracie said as Patricia nearly knocked her down in her rush to get to Elise. Gracie never had any qualms regarding letting Patricia Johnson know that she didn’t approve of her.
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