Vetting The Senator

by Alex Elliott

  “Like now?” She shifts her gaze down to my bulge and rolls her lip between her teeth.

  Holy fuck, the unrelenting hunger of wanting her hits me like a thunderbolt.

  Splaying open my legs, I place her palm against my hard-on. “This situation is evidence of me needing more. I want to fuck you every which way known and unknown. We’ve got to deal with our mutual nuclear fusion attraction. The club. The airport. The office. Here on the street. My need for you isn’t diminishing—if anything it’s getting harder to contain.”

  “And another night will help?” She rubs the heel of her palm over the outline of my cock straining my zipper.

  The muscles up and down my torso lock. “X,” I exhale sharply. Pressing my shaft against her palm, I’m near to jetting. “If we were vanilla, it wouldn’t be this difficult to agree to no sex at work or in public and mean it.”

  “Hmm.” She nods. “I get what we did on Friday was dangerous. It’s like our self-control evaporates whenever we come together.” She strokes her hand against me harder, faster.

  Electrical jolts flash up my spine and I can’t speak for a second. “Baby,” I grunt. “Sex at work is pure...”

  “Insanity,” she supplies.

  Talk about insanity. I’m so close to unzipping my fly, freeing my cock, and jerking off—in public!

  “What we do is safe as long as we contain it at the House. I’m working on getting a second night for us as in a regular spot.”

  “So two nights? That’s it?” she asks, running the tips of her fingernails over my crown. The feel of her nails following the outline of my shaft has me near to the edge. “Tell me,” she demands when I don’t answer at first.

  “Considering that I’ll fuck you non-stop for a whole night, you might need the time to recuperate. Hell, I know I might—this is about the type of fucking we do, not the vanilla dating the Veep wants to spin.” Who in the hell am I kidding? If I get her alone in my apartment, I’ll fuck her so furiously, my neighbors will be well acquainted with my first name night after night...morning...every time she’s over. I squeeze her fingers and with my other hand, I cup the back of her head roughly. “I want you. All. The. Time.”

  “That’s how I feel,” she admits.

  I’m a few strokes away from coming. “I need to fuck you.”

  “We’re headed for lunch...a meeting with the vice president. Don’t you dare ruin my hair.”

  “I hear it’s being served in the garden,” I say, drawing her mouth to me.

  She pulls back. “What does that have to do with the color of milk?”

  Laughing, I widen my eyes as we face-off. “It’ll be okay if you hair is a little wild.”

  “That’s only because you want to pull it.”

  “Yeah. And?”

  “We can’t do it in your car and on a busy street.” She flashes me a look of disbelief tinged with defiance.

  I peer into my rearview mirror. My cock is rebar and I’ve got to have her pussy wrapped around me. “Parking lot. Underground.”

  “You can’t be serious?”

  “We can, and you will yield to me. You’re my submissive. This isn’t a game we play at the House. If you want me to take you over the edge again, you’d better commit yourself to me. All the time. I’ll have you as I see fit. Right now, I’ll use the club to discipline you for contradicting me, but if I need to I’ll find another place where I can instruct you. Is that what you want? I’ll phone a realtor and we’ll start looking today. If not, I’ll build you a house. Anything you want!”

  She stares back at me. “That’s a loaded question.”

  Fuck me flying. Crushing my mouth to hers, I coast my lips over her lips, and then savagely kiss her into submission. This is what I want from her and what I’ll teach her to do to me. She’s going to learn to hold her ground and bend. A contradiction in terms and perfect for who we are together and apart. We’re going so much farther than me exerting my will on her. I want to feel the bite of her edge. Stinging and flaying me open until I’m purged and free.

  * * *

  I DON’T know what to make of what Bennett’s proposing. It’s true. We can’t mess around at work or in public, and after Friday, I was going to talk to him. He’s a mystery sometimes—a puzzle. Conundrum in how I believe he’ll react and then he changes it up. Shows me a hidden facet to his personality and I’m stunned. Jaw drop. That’s me.

  He lets go of my hand, shifting the car into gear, and I reach and remove my panties. I giggle when he does a double take.

  “Good thinking.” He bends forward, and opens his glove compartment. “Here, I went shopping with you in mind. When we stop, I’m going to insert this into your beautiful ass. To prepare you for Wednesday.”

  “What is it?”

  “One way to find out. Open the bag,” he whispers and winks.

  Inside the unmarked bag, I see a bottle of lube and a bullet-shaped... “This is a strange dildo.”

  “It’s a plug. For your beautiful rear. I plan on owning all of you. Back in Boston, I only inserted my crown into your ass. You’ve never had your ass spanked and fucked. Have you?”

  “Besides you. No one has manhandled my ass and I already admitted you’re the first guy to do that. Why...have you, Senator?” I ask flippantly and he curls his fingers over the leather grip on the steering wheel, squeezing it tight without answering. My stomach twists. Fuck, why did I say that? “I’m so so sorry, Bennett,” I murmur, blinking the stinging from eyes.

  “Baby,” he exhales, leveling his steely focus on me. “Don’t apologize. And to answer your question, I’ve never had a lover manhandle my ass.”

  I try to smile but my lips quiver. I need a sign that reads, biggest loser ever! “Yeah. I get that about you. You’re a Dom.”

  “There’s a crossover you know. Between a dominate and a submissive. A place to decide if you’re really one or the other.”

  I stare up at him for a beat. “What’s that?”

  “A switch. Is that something you’d like to try?” He flashes his smoky eyes to me—determined as ever—and I squeeze the armrest as a ripple of lust coils low in my belly.

  He’s got to be joking, yet strangely I’m not protesting. I shift my focus forward. I can’t imagine me wielding a cane. I’ve never thought about how it would be for me to hold and command a whip or a belt. Or paddle. And for an undivided second, I imagine our points on a continuum and I’m the one who commands him. Binds him. As the thought expands, I shift in my seat. Between my legs blooms wet in erotic arousal just thinking of what it’d be like to go beyond raking my nails down his skin to doing other things. Definitely not full on whipping, but something to drive him crazy. The same seismic shade of undone he casts over me. Can I be honest with him or would that be a turnoff to someone so dominating? Basically I’m usurping his authority—aren’t I?

  I return my attention to him. Meeting his gaze, I dial down my emotions. “Uh. I’ve never considered what that’d be like.”

  “Hotter than Georgia asphalt in the summer for some people. Would you like for us to explore that sometime?” He laughs in reaction to my open-mouthed expression.

  I glance down at my hand and then hold up the plug. “I can’t imagine fucking your ass.”

  Ben shakes his head. “Good thing. Neither can I. Ever. But there are other ways to assert control. I’m the only one who gets to fuck with a dick. But you do seem to enjoy control. Why not see where that leads?”

  “With you?”

  “Only with me,” he replies tersely as he turns into a parking garage. He takes a magnetic card from behind his visor and flashes it across the reader. It’s Sunday and there are just a few cars inside this building.

  “Where is this place?” I ask, more focused on the here and now. “Not that I don’t fully intend to circle back to what you mean by me asserting my control over you.”

  “Baby, let’s deal with that one now. I emphatically want you to think about what I’m proposing. I’ve never entertai
ned something like this before, but I’m all for training you from the feet up to reach your potential. You want me to teach you how to develop your resilience this might be a better match than seeking to have sex in front of an audience. I understand you want to master more than your self-control. Don’t you?”

  I inhale. He’s right. At first it seemed like a self-control issue but really it’s much more. This is about finding out who I am beyond the box I’m hiding within. “Of course,” I reply, gazing back into his hypnotic eyes. “I want that more than anything.”

  “We’re only bouncing around ideas. Trust me to find the right one to fit. Us.” He drives to a lower floor and puts the car in reverse, grabbing the back of the neck rest behind my head. “Let’s not stop at your preconceived boundaries. Promise me, always consider my proposals with an open mind.”

  “Is that how you’ll get me to open my legs?”

  He parks and trains his focus on me. “Maybe I want you to open your heart as well.”

  Well, that shuts me up. I glance around in the deserted basement parking, afraid to comment on what he’s just said. “You were saying about this building.”

  “Let me get your door. Stay put.” He squeezes his fingers over my knee, then takes the plug and deposits it back into the bag.

  He climbs from his side of the car with the bag in his hand, and comes around, opening my door and reaches down for my arm. Lifting me up, he guides me to his trunk.

  “We’re going to fuck. Here?”

  “Trust me. This car is squeaky clean so you won’t get dirty. Turn around.” He unbuckles his belt, lowers his zipper, and frees his cock.

  I must be crazy but I do as I’m told. After setting the bag on the shiny surface of his trunk, he leans over me, taking my hands and planting my palms on the edge of his car. This is so reminiscent of us in that dance club, and I glance over my shoulder. “Unfinished business?”

  “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve relived that moment.” A muscle along his jaw pulses. He takes hold of the hem of my dress with one hand while the other touches my shoulder, guiding me forward. “Widen your stance, little sub, and bend.”

  Off to the side of me, I watch as he opens the bag and removes the bottle. He squeezes and I anticipate the feel of liquid between the cleft of my ass. I bow as he splays open my cheeks and it’s his crown that I feel nudging inside my pussy, then forget waiting. He grips my hips and drives his cock to the hilt inside me as I arch upward, more in surprise than real pain. My hips knock against the edge of his trunk. The sting of him, stretching my folds gives way to keening pleasure that runs rampant, hotter than liquid fire through my body.

  The surface of metal, smooth and inflexible under my fingers isn’t what I desire. I want warm and supple, the contours of muscle, bone, and man. I whimper and reach down, stroking my clit.

  He lifts my hand away, and I snarl. “No!”

  “No?” he asks incredulously and smack! He spanks my bottom, the fiery echo of pain floods my senses. “If you don’t want to end up on your knees in front of me as I give you a lesson in obedience, I suggest you follow my directions, Ms. Kennedy. Now, obey me and lean the fuck forward.”

  “Bite me,” I reply, unable to curb the barbed words that fly off my tongue.

  “As you wish!” he growls as though he’s been waiting for the invitation. He withdraws his cock from me, leans down, and bites one of my ass cheeks.

  The pain radiates from the point of his mouth on my skin, and I try to spin around but he holds me still. If I make the mistake of slapping him, he has the propensity to slap right back. That I know and I’ve already tested him once today. The fire ignited in my blood is a blazing inferno inside my veins, and I squeeze my muscles until I’m trembling.

  I want to fight him and climb on top of him. “No!”

  “You need more?” He stands, grazing his body up mine, then lifts my hips, moving me over the narrow confines of his car. He holds me down and manages to get in between my legs as I flail arms, legs, fingers.

  “Maybe you do!” I snarl.

  “Stop. X. Or I swear. I’ll take you back to my place and blow off this meeting. I’ll fuck you so hard and for so long, by God, you’ll learn who the hell is top!”

  I’m panting and he yanks my hair. “Ugh! Why do you have to be such a prick?”

  “Simmer the fuck down,” he whispers against my ear. “I want us to come together. Unravel together, baby.”

  Shit. He had to go and say that of all things. I take an erratic breath, then I feel him separate my legs, his cock grazes my entrance, and I’m lost to wanting too much. My rage turns ravenous and I arch like a cat in heat seeking relief. He impales himself into me, locking his arm around my shoulders as he pounds his hips against my ass, pummeling my pussy with hedonistic force. He’s right; I don’t need to touch myself. I’m there. So there but he’s still going.

  I buck my hips, riding him rough. “Please. I need to come.”

  “Hold out!” He lowers the smocked bodice of my dress, and palms my breasts, pinching my nipples. Clenching his cock so tight, I’m teetering on edge, biting my lip—any second I’m going to explode. He pummels his dick into me harder and harder until he groans, his hot cum flooding my pussy, “Now, X. Come for me.”

  His body becomes a plank of defined corded muscle as he pumps his cock roughly into me with savage grinding thrusts as we come together.

  For seconds, we both slump over the trunk. He kisses my shoulder. “Fuck, Xavia. Where are the damn nipple clamps?”

  “They showed through my dress,” I reply.

  “Next time, wear another dress. That’s going to cost you this Wednesday.”

  I splutter. “You’re joking?”

  “Little sub, I’m not,” he assures me, trailing his lips along my shoulder. “Stay put.” He removes the plug out of the bag.

  I hear the bottle squeeze. “Will this hurt?” I whisper.

  “Less if you do what I say. When I tell you to breathe, exhale deeply, then inhale. Do it.”

  I do as he directs, and he slides the plug in place. It feels big. Foreign, and when he lifts me, he gently turns me around. “We need to get cleaned up. We can go to your place or mine.”

  “I come prepared.” I back away and open the car door. I’ve got a slew of things in my bag that borders on a drugstore. Everything from wipes to eye drops. “Let me,” I say with several wipes in hand. I clean him up and then go to my side of the car as he pops the trunk of his car.

  By the time he comes back, he’s wearing a navy blazer and sunglasses. GQ gorgeous, and if Jon could see him now, he’d roll his eyes on the way to his preppy fantasyland.

  “Ready?” he asks with a smirk.

  With a tube of lipstick in hand, I smooth on a coat, press my lips together, and nod. “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter 7

  NUMBER ONE OBSERVATORY CIRCLE

  “PRETTY BUSY,” Xavia comments about the crowd as we walk by car after car, lining the circular driveway. The vice president’s residence always has a Secret Service detail communicating on cells, and there’re usually a few cars in the driveway. This however, smells of a larger get-together than Virginia, X, and myself. Scaling the steps of the wraparound porch, we give our names to the two agents.

  One looks at our ID badges, and nods as the other agent speaks into a mic clipped to his collar, and then addresses us, “You’re both clear, Senator Stone. Miss Kennedy.”

  We move past the agents just as the Veep’s administrative assistant swings open the door and smiles. “Please come in, Senator Stone.”

  “Thanks,” I reply as I follow Xavia inside.

  “Right this way,” she says and motions with her hand not out toward the French doors and beyond where there are guests milling about in the gardens to the rear of the house, but toward an interior hallway.

  I exchange a quick glance with X and she raises her eyebrows in silent question. This was supposed to be a quiet lunch...but then again, I think idiot me. D
efine quiet in the world of the Veep. What’s twenty or thirty people on a Sunday afternoon?

  “After you,” I say to both ladies.

  We’re ushered upstairs to a private sitting area and Ryan is on the phone. She nods and smiles, waving us inside. It’s one of the round rooms within the unique turret of the vice president’s residence.

  The Veep’s assistant asks, “Would you care for something to drink?”

  “Nothing for me. Ms. Kennedy?” Inside the small room, I enjoy admiring X with her flushed skin. I stow my desire to devour her, and settle for observing her with the higher-order thinking parts of my brain.

  “A glass of water, please,” Xavia replies.

  I recognize Dr. Mazina as she walks by the doorway and stops, waiting for Virginia’s assistant to exit. I extend my hand when she enters and greets me with a warm, “Hello, Senator Stone.”

  After Virginia hangs up, we walk forward, and she stands, pushing up her glasses to the top of her head. “Welcome. Goodness, there’s no lack of opinions. Let me tell you.”

  “Madam Vice President, Dr. Mazina may I present Ms. Xavia Kennedy,” I perform the introduction and it feels artificial. Nothing is easy when it comes to formality and the Capitol. I can already see how screwed up this is to believe I can act as canned and uninvolved as I’m sure Dr. Mazina and the Veep assume I am.

  “Ms. Kennedy, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Virginia replies.

  Dr. Mazina concurs, mentioning the work she’s done with Brooke’s father. The roommate reference surprises me even though I’m aware the Veep’s team would dig and extract numerous details from X’s life. We take a seat, all of us pausing as a staffer enters with a tray, bearing a glass of ice water.

  “Thank you,” X says and lifts the glass, sipping the water and flashing a glance my way over the rim as the staffer delivers a message to Virginia.

  Her gaze, pure blue fire connects with mine and I grip the armrests of my chair, reminding myself for the hundredth time to remain unaffected as my pulse races and my cock twitches. I don’t want to, but I look away.