Caught in the Storm

by Brownell, Rachael

  What ever happened to serving ribs or even a burger? Hell, we are still in Texas, right? I ordered a steak last time, and even it came with a sauce on it. It ruined the flavor of the cut. What should have been a melt in your mouth piece of meat tasted like salty steak sauce mixed with fresh herbs and butter.

  Mostly, it makes me miss home. My parents. Beth.

  I haven’t talked to anyone since I’ve been here, not for lack of trying. Beth’s phone got disconnected, and I haven’t been able to reach her. I even tried to call the restaurant to reach her, but apparently she doesn’t work there anymore.

  My parents… I don’t even want to think about them right now. If I do, I’ll break down. I only allow myself to think about them when I’m home alone. No one needs to see me like that. It’s not pretty.

  As much as I despise the country club, I'll still put on a nice dress, pull my hair into a fancy knot at the base of my neck, and delicately apply a thin layer of makeup. All for show. All to please Johnathan and to keep in his parents good graces. I'll even smile like I actually mean it.

  Because he's promised that after tonight, it'll be just the two of us the rest of the weekend. We're planning on locking ourselves inside and enjoying each other’s company. No phones. No work.

  Just us.

  All weekend.

  Naked.

  I couldn't be looking forward to it more if I tried.

  Sixteen

  Johnathan

  Adjusting the camera so I have a better view, I watch as Amelia, in only her underwear and bra, works on pinning her hair back. The sight of her is making me hard, and I'm going to need to find release before I go home or I'll explode the moment I see her.

  Lowering my zipper, I free my dick and stroke him until he's fully erect, my eyes never leaving my computer screen. I'm completely focused on the curve of Amelia's ass. I picture my dick sliding between her ass cheeks, my cum landing on the small of her back.

  I woke up rock hard this morning and immediately slid deep inside of her, taking her from behind. Normally I give her a chance to wake up a little, but I was hungry. She was still slick from last night, and her folds welcomed me with no resistance.

  Amelia stirred the moment I was as deep as I was going to get, and she pushed back against me, spurring me on. Flipping her face down, I fucked her hard. For my pleasure, not hers. She was going to get off no matter what, she always does. This morning was for me.

  And I was about to come when I realized I hadn't put a condom on in my sleepy haze.

  I pulled out and stroked myself roughly until the first hot squirt landed on her back, pooling in the divot directly above her luscious cheeks. I wanted to thrust back inside her, pound her in the ass. That would have brought a smile to my face this morning, but I didn't. I try not to push her when it comes to slipping it back there.

  She's wild in bed, sure, but it's not her favorite thing. If it were, I'd be in there all day every day.

  My eyes begin to lose their focus as my orgasm gets closer. Closing my eyes, I continue to stroke until I hear my office door open.

  Slamming my computer closed, I slide under my desk, my dick bumping the underside of my desk as it stands erect.

  "What?" I growl at Gina.

  Ever since Amelia came into my life, she's been a real bitch. For instance, she knows she needs to knock. She ignores all the rules, finds ways to aggravate me on a daily basis, and basically pushes every one of my buttons on purpose.

  If anything is going to cost me this election, it's her.

  Not Amelia. I have a plan to ensure her presence continues to help my approval rating.

  I get it. Before Amelia, she was part of the fantasy. She was my stress relief. My dirty little secret.

  There were two rules. One, nothing happened outside the office. Never on the road. Never where prying eyes could see us. My office is sound proof, and the windows are similar to one-way mirrors. No one can see in.

  Rule number two was we were never to discuss what went on behind closed doors. Not even between each other.

  She likes rules, and I like enforcing them.

  "Someone's cranky this afternoon. Miss your little slut that much?" There's a hint of humor in her voice. If she wanted me to believe she was joking, she should have tried harder.

  "You know, you're the one that suggested I bring her here. You're the one that said it would help my ratings, and guess what. You were right. So, what's your issue with Amelia? Because for the life of me, I can't figure it out."

  Gina runs her fingertips along the edge of my desk and moves to round the corner, but luckily she stops. My dick is still visible. I can't exactly tuck him in without her noticing.

  "She is helping your ratings. I also thought you'd have sent her back home by now. You can win this race without her. People have forgotten all about your life before her."

  "I was planning to keep her around a little longer. I'm enjoying the perks," I retort, tossing her a grin. Two can play at this game. Only one of us can win, though, and I never lose.

  Gina takes a step forward, and her eyes fall to my lap.

  "He looks like he needs a hand," she says, taking another step toward me and separating my legs with her own, standing between them. "Or maybe a good licking."

  Gina is a good-looking, smart woman. She's also my campaign manager and after I stopped fucking her, I vowed to never mix business with pleasure again. Another reason I'm keeping Amelia around. The consequences of those actions can be detrimental to my career.

  My dick, on the other hand, doesn't seem to understand the concept. So when Gina drops to her knees in front of me and grabs the base of him, he responds immediately. He doesn't care that it's not Amelia's hand. And if that's the case, he's not going to care it's not Amelia's mouth.

  Gina makes quick work of me, sucking me off like she's done a million times.

  The thing is, I enjoy giving as much as I like receiving. After she's swallowed the last of my cum, I lift her onto my desk and reach under her dress, pushing her thin panties aside as I slide two fingers deep inside her. She moves against my hand. Adding a third finger, she grips the edge of my desk, and after a few minutes, she screams my name, exploding on my hand.

  "Jesus Christ, Johnathan. I've missed that." Gina's breathing heavily, her words coming out harsh.

  "You want more?" I ask, pushing my fingers in as far as they can go. "You want me to make you come again?"

  "Please," she begs.

  Fuck. The pleading in her voice had me standing at attention, ready to go again.

  Ripping my fingers out of her, I flip her over on my desk, press her face into the solid oak, and hold it there as I slam into her from behind. The same way I took Amelia this morning, only I'm not nearly as gentle. She doesn't deserve to be treated with respect. This is why she came in here. This is what she wants.

  "Yes," Gina growls through gritted teeth, over and over again.

  She's starting to get louder, so I pull her head up, arching her back, and cover her mouth with my hand. This causes her ass to drop and for me to slide out of her, bumping against her ass.

  Hmmm...

  "I'm going to take your ass, Gina," I whisper in her ear, and I reach down, spreading her moisture all over her tiny hole. "Tell me now if that's not what you want."

  "Fuck me," she demands, pressing her ass against my thumb, allowing it to slide inside.

  "Has anyone taken your ass before or am I the first?"

  I have a feeling I'm the first judging by how tight she is. As much as I love anal play, I’ve never taken it that far. A quick fuck at the end of a long day or her hiding under my desk and sucking me off while I was on conference calls.

  "You'll be my first," she admits.

  "I have a special treat for you, then," I say against the side of her neck, my lips grazing her skin and causing it to pebble.

  I reach into my side drawer and feel around until I find the key I keep taped inside. Once I have it, I unlock my second drawer.
All the while, I'm pushing my thumb in and out of ass, my middle finger teasing her clit. I can feel her getting worked up. She's teetering on the edge, and about to fall over.

  I open the drawer. Reaching as far back as I can, I grab for the dildo I keep hidden. When my hand lands on it, I smile to myself.

  This is going to be fun. I'll get to watch her fall apart while I fuck her ass.

  Placing one hand on each hip, I flip Gina over and lay her flat against my desk, knocking my stapler and a few papers onto the ground in the process. Pulling her to the edge, I turn on my vibrating friend and hand it to her.

  "Fuck yourself with this while I fuck your ass."

  Her eyes go wide for a minute at the thought before she nods. Placing my dick at the entrance to her back door, I wait until I feel the vibrations to slide inside her. The vibrations are meant to relax her, to make her focus on something other than what's about to happen.

  It works every time.

  Gina cries out as I break the barrier, not even halfway in. I cover her mouth with my hand again and continue to push forward. She's wiggling against me which only spurs me on, my need for release growing every time she moves. Once I'm fully seated in her ass, I remove my hand from her mouth and stare down at her.

  "You want this?" I ask, pulling out slightly and pressing all the way back in. Gina nods, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, eyes wide. "You can have this again any time you want. All you have to do is ask."

  Out and in again. Slower this time.

  "Do you want me to fuck you every day, Gina?"

  Her eyes close as she nods this time.

  "It won't be like before. I won't be gentle. I'll take you however I want, whenever I want. It'll be on my terms, but you'll enjoy yourself. Can you handle that?"

  I've picked up the pace, causing Gina's mouth to drop open. She barely nods her head.

  "I'm going to need to hear you say it."

  "Yes." The single word comes out barely above a whisper, between labored breaths.

  To her credit, Gina has the dildo in her pussy. She's fucking herself like I told her to and showing no signs of stopping. She wants this bad. She wants me to fuck her. To bring her pleasure.

  A simple yes won't suffice, though. I need to hear her say the words.

  "Yes, what?" I growl.

  "Yes, please." The pleading in her voice goes straight to my dick. I love it when they beg, but that's not enough.

  "Try again."

  "Yes, I want you to fuck me." Better. It earns her a hard, deep thrust, but I still need more.

  "On whose terms?"

  "Yours."

  "When?" I ask, thrusting deep in her ass again, causing her to let out a moan. I'm getting close. I need to take control and stop talking. Permission is important, though. And necessary.

  "Whenever you want. However you want. You won't be gentle." That's what I needed to hear.

  Her words were rushed, a clear sign that she's on the edge. I could leave her wanting but instead I decide to make sure she's fully sated before she walks out of my office. Gripping her left shoulder and covering her mouth, I fuck Gina hard. Her body shifts higher on my desk with every thrust and I pull her back allowing me to slide deeper. As soon as I feel her release, I let myself fall over the edge with her and stay buried deep inside her until I'm soft again.

  Pulling the dildo out of her, I toss it back in the drawer and reach in for a clean towel, handing one to Gina and keeping one for myself. I've made a mess of her, the front of my pants, and my desk. I'll need to change before I head home.

  "Clean yourself up and go home early. You're going to be sore this weekend."

  Scooting off my desk, Gina attempts to straddle my lap, but I push her away.

  "My terms, remember?"

  There's a look of disappointment on her face, but she recovers quickly.

  "See you on Monday," she states, wiping the inside of her thighs and opening the door without looking back.

  Did I just make a huge mistake? Maybe.

  Was it worth it? Not if I get caught or shit goes bad.

  As long as Gina keeps her trap shut and realizes her place, and Amelia doesn't find out, things will be fine. I'd hate for her to think I'm not committed to our relationship. I am. One hundred percent.

  A man has needs, though. Needs that she wasn't here to fill but someone else was.

  Gina isn't the kind of woman I see myself spending the rest of my life with. She's too opinionated. She'd never fall in line like I’d need her to. Sure, she likes rules and can follow them, but that has more to do with her getting what she wants. Gina wants to get off, and I'll happily oblige her until she pisses me off.

  Amelia on the other hand... she's exactly the kind of woman that would do whatever was necessary to keep me happy. Not just in the bedroom either. She's taken over the house. Cooks dinner every night. Keeps it clean. She's even formed a great relationship with my mother.

  She's already proven her worth.

  In fact, maybe it's time I ensure she won't go anywhere.

  Seventeen

  Amelia

  Johnathan is running late, which means I need to meet him at the country club. I contemplate asking his parents to pick me up, but by the time I'm ready to go, they're probably already at the restaurant, waiting for me to arrive.

  Snagging my keys and purse, I rush out the front door, mentally preparing for the fact I now have to walk into the country club alone. Instead of everyone staring at Johnathan and me... they'll only be staring at me. More than likely wondering where he is. Why we didn't arrive together. If our relationship is on the rocks.

  Johnathan's asked me not to watch the news during the election. The coverage isn't always flattering, and he doesn't want me to hear something untrue that may cause me to question our relationship. I understand it, so I agreed. The news has never really been that interesting to me, and until I have a reason to watch it, I'll stick to my home decorating shows and crime dramas.

  Still, I may need to break my promise to him tomorrow. I'm sure there will be plenty of speculation, even after we leave together later. I'm sure they'll take the entire situation out of context and post pictures of me alone, him with another woman from his past. Anything they can think of to cause a rift in our relationship.

  From what he tells me, that's what they like to do. Twist anything they can. Johnathan says that because he's actually a good person, that he's true to his word and runs a clean campaign, they need to make shit up about him. They need their stories to be interesting, and the good guy isn't as interesting as the bad one.

  Not to mention the slur campaign his opponent started running.

  I saw that billboard the first time I went into town alone. It wasn't flattering. When he came home from work that night, I told him about it, and that's when he made me promise not to watch the news. After the way the sight of him kissing another woman made me feel, I gladly agreed.

  Crawling to a stop in front of the valet, I spot the first photographer before he has a chance to catch me without a smile on my face. The questions begin as soon as my door is opened for me. Stepping out, I give the press a wave, ignoring their questions as I always do, then quickly make my way inside.

  Johnathan is waiting for me in the lobby, a bushel of red roses in one hand. My smile grows as I approach but disappears when I catch sight of Garcia and another man standing just behind him.

  "For you, my love," Johnathan says, handing me the flowers and kissing me on the cheek.

  "I didn't realize Garcia was joining us tonight," I reply when I step out of his embrace. "And who is this?"

  The man is younger, maybe a year or two older than me. His jet-black hair, cascading down past his chiseled jawline, almost landing on his shoulders, gives him a darker look, but it's his eyes that show me what I want to see. Piercing me with his stare, his vibrant green eyes show his softer side. The caring side of a man that you don't often see.

  The urge to push his hair away from his face
is sudden and overwhelming.

  "Amelia, this is Ayers, Garcia's partner. They're both here to provide a little extra security tonight."

  Extra security? What the hell for?

  "Is there a reason we need security at all? You've never requested it before when we've come here. The press isn't allowed inside, and the club takes extra precautions to make sure we have our privacy."

  Johnathan clears his throat, a clear sign I've overstepped my boundaries. It's only happened one other time. I swore to myself I'd never question his judgment again, and yet here I am, questioning everything in front of his team.

  "Why don't we join my parents and I'll explain everything," he suggests, his tone much softer than I anticipated it would be. "You two wait here. I'll send you a text when we're finished."

  Garcia nods in understanding, but Ayers only stares, hands clasped in front of him. He's not staring straight ahead. Not at Johnathan. He's staring at me, a blank expression on his face. It concerns me more than the sly grin Garcia is sporting.

  Katherine and Heath are in exceptionally good moods, both hugging me tightly before we take our seats. In fact, Katherine is acting downright weird. Her smile reminds me of the look a small child has on Christmas morning after they receive the gift they were hoping for. Only she's holding back slightly, as if she's waiting for someone to hand her the gift. She knows what it is, she just hasn't laid eyes on it yet.

  Honestly, it freaks me out a little, and by the time the waiter offers dessert, all I can think about it leaving. Running.

  "I'll pass, thank you," I state, placing my linen napkin on the table and standing. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies’ room."

  Johnathan and Heath both stand as I leave the table. It's an awkward moment, for sure. The look of concern on Johnathan's face when I declined dessert. That may be the first time I've turned down chocolate in front of him, but I'm just not in the mood. It's been a weird night, and I'm ready to get out of here. I'm ready to be secluded in our own little world, behind closed doors.