"Well?" Robin asked, letting out an inward sigh of relief when Tess did not use her safe word. Apparently, she hadn't struck too hard.
"When – when you came in my mouth," Tess blurted out.
Robin brought her hand down again, this time on the opposite side. "Do you want me to come in you again?" she asked, pushing her hips forward until the thickest part of the flared head was pressing against Tess's opening. When she didn't get an immediate answer, she gave Tess a third slap over the red mark she had left before.
"Yes!"
Robin couldn't resist anymore. She pushed forward, watching in fascination as she sank into Tess's slick, inviting heat. She had used strap-ons before, and normally enjoyed it, but with this one, she could actually feel the pressure of Tess's muscles contracting around her, tugging the shaft and making it shift directly over her swollen clit. "Fuck, so tight," she hissed through gritted teeth as she looked down. Half of the shaft was already inside, but she wanted to be even deeper. She gripped Tess's hips with both hands again, pushing forward roughly until their bodies were pressed together.
“Oh God,” Tess whimpered. The sheer fullness was enough to make her throb, but the feeling of Robin pressed flush against her, hands holding her hips possessively, made her ache with need in a way she had not felt before. “Robin, please…”
“Please what?” asked Robin. Her own voice sounded strained. Tess could only imagine the control Robin exercised in that moment.
“Fuck me,” said Tess. “Fuck me hard.” She could feel Robin’s hips twitch, and the shaft of the toy shifted inside her. Robin pulled out slowly, causing Tess to whimper as she clutched around nothing. She was about to start begging again when Robin slid back into her, pushing her further into the bed. She almost came right then. The brutal thrusts from Robin made her tighten with need, and it took all of her effort not to give in to the throbbing contractions.
Robin thrust forward again and held her position for a moment as she raked her nails down Tess’s exposed thigh. Her lover gasped, and she smirked. It gave Robin immense satisfaction whenever she coaxed a reaction from Tess. She was completely new to the dominant role the way Tess preferred it, but she wanted to make it good for her – better than good, even.
“Look at you, bent over for me and spreading your legs like a whore,” she growled. The word sent a little jolt through her, but Tess's encouraging whimper gave her confidence. If Tess liked being degraded, then there was nothing wrong with degrading her, and she didn't need to be ashamed of enjoying it, too. “Do you want this cock?”
“God, yes,” Tess moaned. The words were slightly muffled, but unmistakable. She had resorted to screaming into the mattress. Robin knew exactly how to work her up.
“I’m going to use you up with it, come inside you until I can’t anymore.” Robin could feel Tess’s inner walls squeezing down around her, making each thrust more difficult than the last. Tess had to be close. "Touch yourself," Robin panted, speeding up her driving rhythm. The cock seemed to rock back into her perfectly, grinding against her in exactly the right spot. "I want to watch you work your clit while I fuck you."
A sob of relief broke in Tess's throat, and she shoved a hand between her legs. Her clit was already swollen, its pink hood pulled back over the stiff point, and she rolled it harshly beneath the pads of her fingers. "Robin..."
"Not yet," Robin panted. "You don't come until I give you permission."
Tess began writhing beneath her, rocking back to take each thrust of her cock, obviously fighting off her release even as she strained towards it. "Please. Please, let me come..."
"You're begging me to come?" Robin asked, looking down between their bodies. The sight made her squeeze down around the smaller end of the toy inside of her. Watching the shaft of her cock disappear inside of Tess was a power trip, but seeing the frantic rolling motion of the hand underneath it was nearly too much. "And you're touching yourself... what does that make you?"
For a moment, Tess was too overwhelmed to understand what Robin was saying. When it finally clicked, she nearly disobeyed and released. She felt herself twitch as Robin pulled out for another thrust. When it never came, Tess bit down on the inside of her cheek and clutched desperately at the sheets.
"I said, what does that make you?" Robin repeated, running one hand over the swell of Tess's backside. She desperately wanted to make both of them come, but not until her lover broke. She dragged the head of her cock through Tess's slick folds a few times, occasionally bumping into her hand as it continued to flex.
"A whore," Tess said, her voice shaking as she rocked backwards, trying to take the shaft inside of her again. "Your whore."
Robin had not been expecting that last part, and it made her clit throb against the seat of the cock. She pushed forward again with a low groan, grabbing Tess's hips and holding them firmly as she began thrusting even faster than before. Even though she was hovering on the edge, Robin managed to growl out one last order. "Come."
Tess cried out as she came, squeezing around Robin with heavy, pulsing contractions. The feel of Robin’s hands on her hips and the deep, hard thrusts as she rammed into her all served to draw out her orgasm. Every time Robin drew back, her inner muscles pulled at the cock, desperate to be filled again. “Robin,” she panted. “Robin, please...”
Robin struggled to keep her thrusts in tempo, and soon, she lost all control. “Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up..." Her clit twitched and she came, her body tightened with release. Her thrusts became uneven, and she pumped into Tess one last time, burying herself as deep as she could.
Finally, Robin collapsed on top of Tess in exhaustion, pulling out and rolling onto the bed beside her. She turned her head, glancing over at her lover with a wide grin. “That was hot,” she panted, slinging one arm around Tess's waist and pulling her close.
Tess blushed and smiled back. “You’re telling me,” she said, snuggling against Robin's side. They were turned the wrong way on the bed, with their feet dangling off the edge, but neither of them cared.
"So, you're... all right? You enjoyed everything we did?" Despite Tess's obvious physical enjoyment of their scene, Robin felt compelled to make sure that she hadn't accidentally crossed any boundaries.
"It was perfect," Tess said with a dreamy sigh. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, but when she opened them, there was a mischievous glint behind her glasses. “Somehow, I thought you would enjoy the strap-on, too.”
“What gave it away?” asked Robin. “Do I really scream ‘butch’?”
Tess rolled on top of Robin and stroked the side of her face, ignoring the way the cock pressed into her hip. “Sometimes,” she answered truthfully. She rested her forehead on Robin’s chest and breathed in her scent. “But it turns me on. You really are an amazing lover.”
The wonder in her voice could have brought Robin to tears. Tess had denied herself so much over the years. Knowing that this was Tess's first proper relationship made Robin's heart rate speed up. She wanted to do good by Tess. She wanted to show her that being out could only bring her joy. “Well, it helps when your partner is just as amazing,” she said.
Tess lifted her head and smiled down at her. “Smooth-talker.”
“I mean it,” said Robin. She leaned up and kissed Tess. “You’re an amazing woman, Tess Daubney. I hope you allow me to stick around long enough to find out how amazing.”
Tess was at a loss for words, so she buried her face against Robin’s neck and kissed the sweat-soaked skin. “I have a feeling I’m going to want you around for at least a little while longer,” she said.
Robin stroked her head before rubbing her naked back. When she was convinced Tess was almost asleep, she answered, “Good.”
Chapter 34
Cincinnati, Ohio: October 19th
Tess groaned, hunched over a toilet in the women's restroom and trying to block out the swell of voices and footsteps drifting in from the hallway. She had already lost what was left of the chicken salad she had choked
down during lunch and there was nothing left in her stomach to throw up. She had been a media darling for most of her life, but this was different. This was not just about her campaign. This was personal, a test of both her courage and her resolve.
To a certain extent, it annoyed her that this press conference was even necessary. Her interview should have been enough. Why did constituents care so much about her sex life, anyway? She was frustrated that society's priorities were so skewed. They should be more concerned about her ideas for taxation, the relationship between federal and state government, her ideas for improving the educational system, her views on welfare, anything else.
"It's not like I'm cheating on my nonexistent husband," she muttered, bracing herself against the side of the stall. For a moment, Tess wished her life was that simple. Perhaps the voters would be more sympathetic – as long as the person she was cheating with was a man.
To her surprise, several news stations had offered her hefty sums for exclusive interviews after her interview had come out in the Sun, but she had declined, figuring it would be best not to show any favoritism. Really, FOX would slam her for entering a sexual relationship with Robin, and MSNBC would criticize her political views. It was a lose-lose situation. At least this way, everyone had an equal opportunity to humiliate her and ask their probing questions.
A knock on the door cleared away the cloud of gloomy thoughts that hung over her head. As she stood up, vertigo overwhelmed her and she had to clutch the swinging stall door to regain her balance. "Yes?" she called out, wincing at the break in her voice. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Who is it?"
"Christine. Are you okay?" Christine was her new campaign manager of sorts, an agent and publicist that normally worked in Hollywood. Even though she had never run a political campaign before, she was very good at what she did – turning the tide of public opinion in her clients' favors.
"Define 'okay'," Tess said, glancing at herself in the mirror. She looked as sick as she felt. The bathroom door opened, and Christine stepped in, looking at her with something that almost seemed like concern. Concern for our image, maybe, she thought bitterly.
"We need to get you back in make-up. Do you need pills or something?"
Tess felt her stomach lurch again at the prospect of swallowing anything. She knew that any pills she took would only come right back up. "No... I missed my hair," she said dryly, pinching her cheeks to try and replace some of their lost color. Her hair had taken ages, and Christine had instructed her hairdresser to make her look as 'feminine' as possible to counteract the stereotypical lesbian image.
Gripping her shoulder with a firm hand and steering her out of the restroom, Christine herded her through the mob of techies, security guards, lawyers, make-up artists, stylists, and the sound crew. Shoving her into a chair, she called over two women, who immediately began working to repair her damaged make-up. Tess closed her eyes and endured it. Time to put on my face.
"Hey there, gorgeous." The low purr coming from behind her made Tess's eyes snap open, causing one of the make-up artists to tsk at her in disapproval. She smiled when she saw Robin's reflection grinning at her in the mirror. She smiled back.
"You're here! How did you -"
"Of course I'm here. You're not the only one being outed on national television."
"Are you sure about this?"
Robin's smile faded. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"
"I don't have a choice. You, on the other hand, could get fired."
Robin shrugged. "The damage has already been done. This is going to come out one way or another, no pun intended. I might as well be up front about it. The guys upstairs can do whatever they want."
Feeling a hundred pounds lighter, the blonde politician continued smiling as one of the make-up artists removed her glasses. "Contacts?" she asked, looking at Christine instead of Tess.
Before Christine could even ask, Robin shook her head. "No way in hell."
To the surprise of both women, Christine actually nodded in agreement. "Hey, I know the effect of those glasses, Agent Hart," she said, giving Tess's reflection an appraising look. "They only add to her sex appeal."
"I'm a politician, not a porn star, so why do I feel like I'm selling sex instead of a political agenda?" Tess grumbled, but seeing her lover had put her in a much better mood, and she no longer felt like bolting back to the restroom.
"Okay, you're done," said one of the women, helping Tess up from her chair. Privately, Tess thought that she should keep Robin around all the time to entertain her during make-up and hair. She sighed, turning to Robin and accepting a kiss on the corner of her lips instead of directly on the mouth. "Knock 'em dead out there. I'll be watching everything from the closed circuit TV, okay? You've got nothing to be ashamed of."
* * *
Most of Christine's introduction sounded like the roar of an ocean in Tess's ears. None of her words were actually distinguishable. Closing and re-opening her eyes slowly to clear her head, Tess tried to focus. This press conference could either be her saving grace, or the end of her career.
She had never been so terrified in her life.
One of Christine's phrases floated into her ear, tugging at her attention. "Ms. Daubney will now take questions from members of the media..."
Immediately, everyone started talking at once until Tess held up a hand for silence. "If all of you shout out questions at the same time, we're going to be here all night," she said, looking directly into the cameras and appealing to their sense of reason. "I'm sure you want to get your stories in to your bosses at a reasonable hour. Let's do this grade-school style before we all lose our hearing."
To her surprise, the reporters seemed to appreciate her candidness. Even Tess was surprised that her voice did not break. She supposed that years of practice had finally paid off. Holding her breath, she pointed to one of the raised hands in the crowd. To others, the pick might have seemed random, but Louph had come through for her with the names and modified dossiers of the major players in the news industry that would be attending.
"How are you tonight, Ms. Daubney?" asked the reporter, a friendly looking middle-aged man from a local news network.
Tess blinked in surprise. "Thanks for asking that," she said with complete honesty. "I'm doing all right, considering. It's been a hectic week." There was muffled laughter and a few whispers. She called on someone else. "Go ahead."
He asked her, "is there any truth to the Sun's article stating that you began a relationship with a female FBI agent?"
She knew this question was coming, had prepared for it mentally for the past twenty-four hours, but hearing the words aloud still shocked her. "I am currently involved with an FBI agent that was investigating my opponent," she emphasized, avoiding Robin's name and deciding not to repeat her gender. Fortunately, her opponent's story had broken in the same issue of the Sun as her interview. Harkiss didn't mess around, and his own reporters had managed to uncover several of the same pieces of evidence that Robin had discovered.
It did not matter much anyway. The media would play up that part without any help from her. "When she felt that she could no longer be objective, she instantly returned all of the information she had collected to the Bureau office in Washington and asked that someone else be assigned to the investigation. I feel that she acted in an incredibly professional manner."
"Ms. Daubney, what is her name?" a younger reporter asked, ignoring the patiently waiting hands that surrounded him.
"No comment. You," she said, pointing to a female reporter in the front row.
"Do you have a response to the allegations that you convinced a member of the FBI to investigate Cal Saunders in order to uncover private information about his campaign?"
"The agent that I am involved with and I did not meet until the investigation had already begun, so the answer is no," said Tess.
"So it was a whirlwind romance?" someone from the back interjected. All of the reporters were surprised and a little touc
hed by the light pink blush that crossed the politician's cheeks.
"That is a bit of an understatement. Next question."
"You changed your campaign manager rather suddenly. Does it have anything to do with your new relationship?"
"Brian Tisdale, my former campaign manager, had other commitments," she said, trying to keep her voice neutral. Like rotting in hell, she thought. Fortunately, the reporters moved on to other topics. Brian's departure from her campaign had been completely overshadowed by her new relationship. She was eternally grateful that, so far, Brian hadn't contacted her. He was the FBI's problem now, at least until he decided to make a statement to the press.
"Are you planning on getting married?"
For a moment, Tess felt her heart stop. "Not at this time. This is still new for us."
"If elected, will you work to legalize gay marriage in all fifty states?"
Tess smiled. Now that she was out, she had nothing to lose. "Yes," she answered, feeling a great weight lift from her chest. "Not just for myself, but for all of the LGBT couples living in states without marriage equality. However, I'm not sure Congress could pass an appropriate bill that doesn't violate the principals of federalism. We might have to rely on the courts for another decision. Meanwhile, I'm going to lend my support to state-by-state campaigns around the country, especially in my home state of Ohio."
It took a while for the buzz that her answer created to die down. "Do you think that Congressman Saunders is guilty of corruption?" another well-groomed reporter finally asked.
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