by Mia Barrett
Chapter 7
Claire
Jasper’s demands are growing out of hand and the more I give in, the worse he’s becoming. I tried to keep him on a twice a week schedule, but he’s such a charmer, he’s managed to sweet talk me into three and now four days of nastiness a week. It’s not like I’m not enjoying all the orgasms, but his attachment is obvious and mine...well, mine is an inconvenience.
I leave for school in eight days! I can’t handle this pressure.
Sadly, Mama and Daddy are none the wiser. How is that even possible? I am their only child. How have they not noticed that their single offspring is carousing with a man twice her age and a prominent member of the U.S. Senate? After all the trouble they took to have me, you think they’d keep closer tabs on me.
Oh wow, am I doing this for attention?
No, it’s definitely the dick. I thought I’d have a chance to date a bit, get to know the men of D.C., maybe a few in my age group, not necessarily for sex, but for some sampling and fraternizing. But Jasper keeps me too busy and on the few days we’re not together, I’m almost certain I’m being followed.
Just to test him, I spent an afternoon going over class schedules at a local diner with Congressman Mason’s son, Alfie, who is also scheduled to start Boston University in the fall.
Well, wouldn’t you know, later that evening, at our scheduled rendezvous, Jasper was particularly harsh and managed to squeeze in an impromptu spanking right in the middle of our lovemaking. I’m not going to deny I enjoyed it, but for Pete’s sake, it made no sense! There was no nasty build up, dirty talk or accusations of me being a bad girl. Things were going along smoothly when suddenly, I got flipped around and received no less than six spanks without provocation.
That man must have been stewing for hours.
I’m sure I’ll miss him. It’s more than just the sex, sincerely. Jasper makes me laugh and he’s a sweetheart, most of the time. There are days when he acts like a big baby and it isn’t lost on me that he’s twice my age and I shouldn’t be the mature one in this relationship. He says he can’t help himself. He doubts me. He doubts my love.
Well, of course, he doubts my love. I’ve never told him I love him!
And as much as I try to ignore him when he tells me, he continues to repeat it. Obviously, I care for him. No, I do love him, but love is inconsequential right now. I have shit to do, places to go, people to meet, classes to take. I can’t be a senator’s mistress, or girlfriend or God forbid, wife! Those women are crazy. They lose themselves to their husband’s careers, campaigns and ambitions, and I refuse to give up my own dreams for Jasper’s lofty aspirations.
No sir.
I mean, look at my Mama. Becoming a mother was so important to her, she went through years of shots, treatments, eastern medicine, relaxation retreats that practically guaranteed conception and for the first sixteen years of their marriage, it seemed hopeless. Months after she stopped trying, after she accepted defeat and resigned herself to a childless existence, I showed up.
I’m a miracle baby!
But now that Daddy is a member of Congress and hopes to run for the junior Senate seat opening next year, she hardly pays any attention to me. I am eighteen now. I hardly expect her to follow me to Massachusetts, but you get my meaning. We’ve been planning a girl’s weekend in Boston for the past eighteen months, ever since I got my early acceptance letter. I wanted us to have a nice time together just before move-in week and not only has she been forced to cancel due to Daddy’s schedule, but she’s not even helping me move in to my dorm.
I’m not a total brat. These things happen. I love my mother and if she was cancelling for the sake of her own goals or career then I’d encourage her to chase those stars, but she’s not. It’s for Daddy. Her whole life is for Daddy and it makes me sad. I don’t want to end up like her.
Does that sound shitty?
Annabeth Munro Collins graduated valedictorian and then went on to graduate magna cum laude. Mama had great potential. She’s probably far smarter than Daddy. It just chaps my ass to know she didn’t live up to all she could have been. Nana tells me, Mama used to want to backpack through Europe when she was a girl and write about her adventures. It might be a bit too late for the backpacking and I’ll admit, she’s always been a bit too fussy for hostel life, but there are still plenty of adventures to be had.
As much as I love being with Jasper, I’m not letting him short-change me. He had his fun. Now, it’s my turn.
This is Claire’s decade.
Chapter 8
Jasper
As politicians go, I’ve never considered myself to be an extraordinarily deceitful man. I try to be as honest as I can, when I can, filling in the gray areas with some truth and omitting information when I know the only answer will get me in trouble.
This is not a proud moment for me.
Claire’s due to leave in five days and as much as I’ve tried to convince her to attend school at Georgetown or George Washington, she’s kept firm on her desire to move to Boston. These schools are just as good or better. I’m not sure why she’s being so stubborn. We’re perfect for one another and she’s denying both of us by insisting on having this ridiculous decade of Claire.
What the fuck does that mean anyway?
I’m forty-years-old. I’m not waiting another ten years to marry her. Whatever she wants, I’ll help her achieve. We can wait until she finishes school before we start a family. We can travel between now and then. If she wants to pursue a career, we’ll have the money to hire nannies and maids.
But I want my Claire and I want her now.
“Jasper! I can’t do this standing up.”
I spread her legs from behind and place her arms high above her head. I’ve been fantasizing about this position for days and depending on the outcome of today’s events, it could be weeks before we have sex again. It’s not going to be easy, but the sacrifice will be worth it in the end.
“Easy, baby. I’m going to take such good care of my girl.” I whisper in her ear, while I run my hands down her sculpted waist and caress her sweet, round ass that seems to taunt me at every turn.
Positioning her carefully, I stick her behind out a bit further, drop to my knees and lunge forward, licking a long line down her moist slit. Her legs tremble as she tries to hold steady, but the more I dig in, feathering her clit, stabbing her dripping pussy with my tongue, while I finger her in just the right spot, the more she cries out for me to get on with it.
She’s always been such an impatient girl.
Rising to my feet, I bring her out further, lean my body against hers and thrust deep, burying my cock in the sweetest pussy I’ve ever known. Shuddering with pleasure, she squeals then leans into me, taking it all, adjusting our angle and as usual, making everything feel so much better than I ever could.
She fucks me back, hard and fast, never hesitating to give back as good as she gets it. But when I feel her tight pussy clench on my cock, spasming, quivering with a coming climax, I know I’ll have to take over.
“Jasp! I can’t! My legs are going to give out!” She falls forward, gripping the wall as she wails and thrashes.
Catching her by the waist, I carry her writhing body to the couch and bend her over the arm, continuing my lusty assault while spanking that gorgeous ass. I’ve never needed anyone as much as I need her. Part of me hates her for making me so weak but it’s fleeting. I love her too much and I just can’t let her walk out of my life now.
She might never come back.
“How can you leave me, Claire?” I sink my teeth into her shoulder, kissing and nibbling as I spank her again.
“Jasper! Stop that! I have school!” She kisses me, panting and sweating while grinding back into my cock.
Holding her tight, I keep kissing her, taking in this moment, terrified that everything I’ve put in motion will blow up in my face. I don’t' want to hurt her. The last thing I want to do is make her look bad in front of her parents. I adore her and
I should be more selfless, but I’m in too deep. I’ve never loved anyone before, not like this, not even my ex-wife. I’ll find a way to make it up to her.
“What happened? Why did you stop?” Her big, honey eyes gaze up at me and my heart aches to tell her.
“Nothing, sweetheart. I’m just going to miss you, but you already know that.” I kiss her sweaty forehead and suggest we take things to the shower. She needs to be home in half an hour.
As she climbs the stairs, she stops and turns to face me.
“Jasp, you know I love you, right? I’ve never really thought of this as just sex and for now, I promise I have no interest in being with anyone else. Please don’t think me leaving for school is me leaving you.” She lowers her head and kisses me.
“I love you, dearly, Jasper McLaren.”
For a second, I think about calling it off. There’s opportunity. It will only take one phone call. But I don’t. I can’t.
And what the hell does she mean, FOR NOW?
Chapter 9
Claire
“Claire, honey, make sure you pack all your new sweaters. It starts getting cold in Boston much earlier than here or Texas.” Mama brings in another luggage and sets it on my bed.
We’re having dinner tonight as a family and if I can manage it, I plan to sneak out to meet Jasper under the pretense that I’m saying goodbye to friends. I’ll be off to Boston in three days and the sooner it comes, the more I know I’m going to miss that sensitive man. I pegged him for such a scoundrel, but he’s been nothing but sweet and doting since our first time together. It can’t be because I’m that great. Most of the time, I play it by ear and try to remember things I’ve read or seen in dirty movies, never knowing if they’re even practical in real life.
I didn’t think I’d love him. He’s too old for me.
But what is that anyway? Daddy is seventeen years older than Mama. Jasper is twenty-two years older than me. Why am I comparing us to my parents? It was just a nice, summer fling, something I can dish over with the ladies in the nursing home when I’m old and gray and none of these things matter anymore. But I’ll miss him. Sincerely. Profoundly.
Oh Jasp! Why did you have to tell me you loved me? We said casual.
Grabbing my phone, I’m just about to send him a text, when my mother rushes into my room.
“Claire! What is this?!”
Mama holds up a newspaper, a real one, not a tabloid, with a photo of me leaving Jasper’s townhouse. My hair is wet, I’m wearing sunglasses, but there’s no denying it’s me. I’m busted.
“Mama, what happened to the lights?”
I fainted.
“Claire-Bear! Sweetheart!” I wake up to Mama screaming, not at me, out of worry. I’ve never fainted before. She must have thought I died of shock.
Before she can ask me anymore questions, I sit up, clutching my woozy head and reach for the discarded paper. It must be a mistake. No one cares about Jasper. He's not a controversial man, not in these subhuman circles. Why would a photographer be casing his place? Mama hands me some water and checks my forehead for fever. I’m not sure why she would, I guess it’s a mom thing. Staring at me strangely, she waits for me to explain while I try to read the article as quickly as possible.
There is more than one photograph. The opportunity to say I only stopped in for a moment, has passed. There is a second shot taken through a crack in the curtain and it is much more telling.
That bastard photographed Jasper and I kissing!
My parents know I was in a forty-year-old man’s house in the middle of the afternoon, kissing. The implication is sordid, at best.
“Claire?”
“Mama.” I fold the newspaper, suppressing the sickening feeling that is stirring deep inside and hand it back. Ducking my head in shame, I feel my face grow hot with anger at myself. I’ve been such a fool.
“Do you think I can leave for Boston, tonight?”
“Honey, what were you doing with him?” Her eyes grow wide. She knows what I was doing. Why must I say it? It’s too embarrassing to say it to her face.
“Stuff...what do you think? He’s handsome and I like him. Maybe love him. I’m eighteen. He’s a single man. I know it looks bad, but we like each other. A lot.” I stand and rush into my closet, tossing things out towards my bed in a panic.
“Darling, was this serious? This looks terrible for Senator McLaren. People are accusing him of taking advantage of a Congressman’s teenage daughter. He’s more than twenty years older than you, a mature man, and a U.S. Senator. He’s supposed to be conservative. There are reporters outside our door and many more camped outside his office. Your father is furious with him and on his way home.” She hugs me as if I’ve been the victim of abuse and helps me pack my things.
“Mama, I didn’t mean to hurt Daddy’s career.” I pout and hang my head with genuine remorse.
“It isn’t serious. Jasper wants more, he wants a real relationship, but I have school. He’s not a bad man.” I swallow hard and choke back tears.
Poor, Jasper! My bad girl ways probably ruined him!
“Honey, was this because I didn’t pay enough attention to you? Have I been too busy with your father? I know I should be helping you get ready for school. This was supposed to be a special time for us.” She hugs me again and I slide to the floor, crying tears of frustration.
I could blame her. I could make things easier for myself and say I felt neglected. Jasper was just a desperate cry for attention. But she’s a good mother and doesn’t deserve to feel guilty over my deviant tendencies.
“No, Mama! I’m just a dirty girl!” I wail, hiding my face in shame.
“I have needs!” Sobbing like a baby, I crawl to my bed and clutch the mattress, but continue throwing things into my luggage with my free hand.
I need to get the hell out of town!
Mama won’t hear any of it. I’m a young girl, blossoming into womanhood and it’s natural to have desires. Jasper should have been mature enough to say no. Jasper should have had enough respect for my father to keep his grubby mitts off his only daughter. Handing me some tissue to wipe my tears, she sets about hauling my bags downstairs and makes plans to head to Boston.
“You’re my baby, Claire. My miracle baby! I’m not going to let these dirty, old men write articles calling you a floozy. No, ma’am! Not on my watch! Finish packing, we’re getting you the hell out of Dodge!”
Chapter 10
Jasper
Jasper, I’m leaving tonight. I’m so sorry this happened. It’s best for everyone if I lay low and we’re not seen together. Mama is driving me to Boston. Just the two of us. I’ll miss you. XOXO
I read and re-read her message on my way home from the Hill. This is unbelievable. Did I just fucking make myself look like a skirt-chasing, dirty, old man so that my girl could flee under cover of night three days early?
No fucking way.
I have to do something. I need to stop her. If she leaves and everything blows over, I’ve lost my case to marry her.
Arriving at my place, my driver takes us through the back to avoid the throng of reporters who are only there because I set this whole damn thing in motion! As we pull in, another car pulls up next to us. It’s Sam Collins. Fuck. I don’t need this shit right now. I need to catch Claire before she leaves.
When we park, Sam flies out of his car and my Chief of Staff, Melanie and Communications Director, Bev, rush out of my house. We need to review statements for the press. I’ve been on a no comment streak all day because I hoped to have more information from Claire by now. This was not the news I intended to hear.
“Jasper! What the hell were you doing with my daughter! She’s eighteen-years-old! You, despicable piece of shit!” He grits his teeth and clenches his fist. I don’t blame him. I’d be furious if I was in his position.
“Sam, I’ll explain. Get in the house. Not out here.” I wave everyone back inside, peering over my shoulder to make sure there are no random photographers lurking abo
ut.
This is such a nonsense story. We’re consenting adults. I’m not a married man carrying on an illicit affair. At worst, I’m fornicating with a young girl. Technically I’m old enough to be her father, if I had her in college, but her own father is in his late fifties. He’s technically old enough to be my father, too.
Sam’s first concern, which I detect is coming directly from Mrs. Collins, is that their daughter’s reputation not be smeared. I don’t want that either. His next one, which I can tell is his focus, is to determine how this will affect his chances to chase the open Senate seat next year.
He’s always been a bit of an asshole and I was counting on it.
My staff knows to exaggerate the fallout of this scandal in front of Claire’s father and when they hear his desire to win what will become our state’s junior Senate seat, they pounce.
“If you marry, this goes away. She’s not underage. It’s a whirlwind romance and she’s a beautiful girl. You’re a red-blooded, American man. This might raise your poll numbers.” Bev tries to contain her devious smile as she speaks.
I shake my head. “She doesn’t want to get married. She wants to have fun in Boston for a few years. This was a point of contention in our brief relationship.”
Sam’s ears perk up. Now that she’s newsworthy, her fun could damage his career.
“Then you shouldn’t be seen with her, Jasper. I know you like her, but this could get drawn out and become a thing. You have bigger aspirations. I don’t think you should involve yourself in Sam’s campaign either. It will look suspicious, like you’re secretly involved with his daughter and then people will wonder what happened. Just distance yourself from the family for a while.” They both hold in a smile, but one steps away to take a call.