The President's Secret Son (Bad Boy Romance)

by Faye, Amy

  “Yes, I did,” I say, straightening my back and trying to appear strong. “I'm sorry for being sick for so long.”

  He moved near me, his steps quiet and his motions fluid. Pushing me up against the wall by my shoulders, an electric shock strikes my stomach. I can't breathe with his face so close to mine. I just look up into his eyes, which seem to have a storm growing in them. My mouth is slightly open. My head is light from the lack of oxygen.

  “Don't lie to me, Sophia. I've known you long enough, and I'm not stupid.” His voice is a low growl, a whisper into my ears. His mouth droops down, but he remains as handsome as always.

  “I'm so sorry...” I choke out, trying my best not to cry.

  “Turn around, right now.” He lets go of me, and I immediately turn around to face the wall. I bend over, my arms pushing against the wall and holding me up. I know exactly what's coming. Still, a silence looms over me.

  “Aren't you forgetting something?”

  I think for a second. What am I forgetting? My heart races as I start to panic, but then it suddenly hits me. “Yes, sir!”

  Up comes my dress, down come my panties, and I thrust my ass into the air. My pussy tingles with anticipation. WHACK! The first strike of his palm against my flesh barely stings. WHACK! The second hurts much more. WHACK! The third sends big gobs of tears streaming down my cheeks.

  Seven more times, Mr. Rodin slaps my ass. Tears run down my face, and yet my pussy is still dripping. Once the tenth slap is done and the stinging starts to fade, Mr. Rodin grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door. I don't ask him where he's leading me, and I struggle to keep up with him while my panties are around my ankles. I kick them off before we reach the stairs, which he climb and then enter his bedroom.

  Full force, he throws me against the bed. I hit the soft mattress and watch with curiosity as Mr. Rodin tries to catch his breath. He looks almost like an animal, all anger and lust at once, mixing and boiling just beneath the surface. Feeling naughty, I spread my legs and jut out my chest, presenting my body to him.

  “Oh, so you want this now? You want me now?” He asks, turning away from me and opening the mahogany drawer that stands against the Eastern wall. His shirt clings to his slightly sweaty back as he pushes his hair back and out of his eyes.

  I nod, even though he can't see me. “Yes, sir.”

  “Why?”

  The question is asked tenderly. The tone in his voice catches me off guard. My eyebrows raise. Why is his voice so strained, so emotional all of a sudden? “Well,” I start, choosing my words carefully. “I'm not sure. I just know that I can't stop thinking about you.” I pause, looking down and feeling ashamed. “I'm even dreaming about being with you.”

  Mr. Rodin turns to face me. There's a thin rope in his hand now.

  “Move up to the headboard and put your arms above your head.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, scooting up the bed and laying with my arms wide above me. He ties the rope around my right wrist, then my left wrist. The other end of the rope is tied to one of the wooden pillars on the headboard, with just enough rope left over for me to move about a foot if I need to.

  Once I'm tied up, he goes back to the drawer. He looks into it for a long time, considering what to pull out. Finally deciding, he pulls out two clamps and a blue feather.

  Setting the feather down next to me, he unbuttons my dress and pushes the fabric out of his way, revealing my bra. He immediately pushes it down, dipping his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, making it hard. “Don't complain about what I'm going to do, or I'll make it worse for you.”

  “Yes, sir.” My heart begins to beat faster.

  He takes one of the clamps and opens it, closing it around my nipple. I suck in some air through my teeth and grunt, but I don't move and I don't complain. He plays with my right nipple before clamping it as well.

  Picking up the feather, he lightly touches it to my side. Up and down, from my ribs to my hip, he tickles me with it. At first the sensation feels kind of good, but then the tickling becomes almost unbearable.

  I wiggle and move beneath him, giggling and biting my lip. The feather moves to the front of my stomach, circling around my navel before moving down.

  Mr. Rodin's feather tickles over my pelvis and then down to my inner thighs. He has to press one of his hands against my leg to keep me from kicking and flailing. I look down at him, and am surprised to see that he's smiling, like he's really having fun.

  The gentle feather flicks against my clitoris. At first it feels like nothing, but the more he does it, the better it feels. “Ooh,” I moan, wiggling my hips. He brushes the feather up and down the hood of my clitoris. The heat of orgasm is slowly building up in me when he suddenly dips his head down and licks me!

  “Ah!” I cry, and my orgasm hits me. My juices spill over Mr. Rodin's sexy face as he continues to lick my clitoris, lapping up my liquids. One of his fingers slips into me, making me arch my back. Another finger is added and he pumps them in and out of me as he licks me. The penetration and stimulation send me into another orgasm.

  “Please, don't stop!” I say as his fingers slip out of me. I pout and try to move down the bed for more action, but he moves away. Sitting up on his knees, he unbuttons his slacks before unzipping them and pulling them down. His huge prick springs free. God, he's even bigger than he was in my dream!

  “Please put it in me! Please fuck me, Mr. Rodin!”

  “Gladly,” he says, grabbing my thighs and spreading them wide. He spits into his palm, lubing up his cock before he places it in my hole.

  “Yes, please!” I shout, lifting up my hips. He impales me, his hard cock filling me completely.

  “God, you feel so good, Sophia...” He pants, pushing himself deeper into me. I move my hips in time with his.

  He moves faster and faster, his forehead dripping with sweat. I feel his cock twitch within me, and I know he's going to cum soon. I clench my pussy around him, and he shoots his cum into me.

  “Oh god!” I yell. His cum is so hot. My pussy spasms around his cock as I orgasm, my whole body going weak and twitching.

  My eyes flutter open. I find myself on Mr. Rodin's bed, my arms untied. I must have fallen asleep. Mr. Rodin snores gently next to me, one of his arms wrapped around my waist. I smile to myself. I'm not sure what's going to happen now, but I can't wait until the morning.

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