All the President's Men 1: Derek's Darling Damsel (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Rose Nickol

  As she sat there feeling sorry for herself, Terrance, or Ter as he liked to be called, came into the office. She had been working with him for several months and they both had done a couple interviews on the General. The story on his country and the trade negations he was involved with was a big one and it was a credit to both of them to be assigned to it.

  “Hey, baby, how’s it hanging?” Ter bounced in, his usual jolly self. “This place is a mess, you throw a fit again?”

  Ter loved teasing her and their relationship was a good one. They were friends, but nothing more. Dottie didn’t know for sure, but she thought he was gay.

  “Hey, you, I thought you made this mess,” she answered him, trying to smile through her tears.

  He walked up to her, giving her a big hug, then looked Derek up and down. He knew Derek from several activities at the White House and they were comfortable with each other, even though Derek knew little about him.

  Shaking hands with the man, he gave Ter and Dottie some space, knowing if they could talk and compare notes, he would get his answers quicker and they could get out of there.

  Tyler walked up to where he was standing and told him that Preston had been escorted off the property by internal affairs. Seemed the man had been getting his nose in places it didn’t belong.

  The video camera that was supposed to have been recording activity in Dottie’s office had been disabled during the time of the break-in and things were beginning to look like an inside job.

  Derek listened to Tyler’s report and nodded his head. They couldn’t catch a break on this one. Between his team, the FBI and local yokels, everyone in the building had or was being interviewed. The situation was as under control as it could be.

  Running his hands through his hair, a gesture he did when he was frustrated, Derek walked back to where Terrance and Dottie were still talking.

  She was smiling when Derek walked up and reached for him. “I was just telling Ter about how we’ve been spending time together,” she said, grasping his hand and pulling him closer to her.

  He slipped an arm around her and pulled her to stand. “Baby, if you’ve done all you can here, let’s go and get out of here.”

  “There’s not really much more I can do except clean up and Matt hired a crew for that. Ter, catch you later.” She talked to a few more people as they walked out and he drove her to her condo so they could check out what the crew had been able to accomplish. She hadn’t seen it since it had been broken into.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dottie hadn’t been back to her condo since the night she had seen it trashed. The change was remarkable. Except for a few things that were out of place, it looked like nothing had ever happened. Most of her pictures had been restored and the picture of her mother looked perfect. Tears started streaming down her face as she walked through to all the rooms. It was perfect.

  Turning to Derek, she threw her arms around him. “Thank you, I don’t know what I would have done without you to lean on these past few weeks, you’ve been my rock.” And I’m starting to depend on you too much. She didn’t say this last out loud, but the more she thought about it, it was true.

  She had never tried to depend on anyone but herself. She had found out the hard way that if you depended on other people too much, they either let you down or left you. So she had learned not to do that, but it was different with Derek. It just seemed natural to let him take charge. Maybe that was what he meant when he called her a natural submissive.

  Derek took her back to his place. The next night was Saturday and there was some event going on at the club that he wanted to take her to. He again supplied the outfit, this time a light pink spaghetti-strap sheath, low-cut in front and reaching barely to the top of her thighs. He had a matching thong and silver strappy stilettos to go with it. Dottie wasn’t sure about the shoes. She was so tall she never wore anything but the lowest heels. She was sure she was going to break her ankle. When she told Derek as much, he just laughed and said, “Hang onto me, baby, I’ll keep you from falling.” He probably had planned on it the whole time.

  The event at the club was a collaring for two longtime members and friends of Derek, Trish Hamilton and Norris Grant.

  Dottie watched the ceremony in awe. It was beautiful and much more intense than a wedding ceremony. She had tears in her eyes by the end of it.

  Derek explained everything that was happening to her as Norris fastened Trish into a pair of stocks. Club charter provided that at the end of every collaring ceremony the submissive (male or female) was secured into the stocks on stage for a duration of fifteen minutes to no longer than one hour to be determined by the Dom, and every Dom or Domme in the club was allowed to give them five swats on the buttocks with the implement of their choice. They were allowed to choose from implements provided by the Dom, so the submissive’s Dom had some control over the procedures.

  Norris had chosen to have Trish in the stocks for twenty minutes and provided a selection of paddles and straps for the Doms to use on Trish.

  Derek and Dottie stood to watch for a few minutes, before he led her to the bar.

  “You’re not going to congratulate her?” Dottie asked. She thought it was a weird way to congratulate someone, but not being in the lifestyle, figured it was normal.

  “No, baby, if I want to smack someone’s ass, I have one right here to use.” He grinned at her as he slapped her on the butt.

  Grabbing her by the hand, he led her to the private rooms. Taking her to the room that was set up like a sultan’s tent, he unlocked the door. “Change into what is lying on the bed, I’ll be back,” he told her as he opened the door and let her in.

  Curious to see what he had planned, she anxiously went to the bed. In the past week, she and Derek had had many talks and she had told him of her fantasy to be captured by an evil sultan and how she wanted to be forced to submit to the wicked man’s ways. Looked like she was going to be able to play that out tonight, she thought with a smile on her face.

  On the bed lay an aqua-green harem girl outfit. Dottie quickly put on all but the nipple clamps. As she was looking at them, Derek walked through the door. He was wearing a sultan’s outfit, his robes matching her outfit. Dottie almost clapped her hands in glee.

  “I knew you would need help with those,” he said, taking the clamps from her.

  Dottie had forgotten she was holding them in her excitement. “Okay, Master, may I try something?”

  Derek smiled and told her yes.

  “You stay right there.” She was barefoot and backed up to the far wall of the room. Taking a running start, she smiled a huge smile at Derek and said, “Catch me,” as she took off running. Just before she got to him she leapt, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

  Laughing, he wrapped one arm around her waist and angled the other over her back to cup her head. Just before kissing her, he asked, “What was all that about?” Then he took her mouth with his, exploring all that she was.

  When he let her up for air, she laughed and said, “I’ve always wanted to do that, but was afraid to. I knew you could and would catch me. I may greet you like that often.” She was giggling like a schoolgirl.

  Holding her tight, he walked her over to the large overstuffed chair in the room and sat, still holding her. “Baby, you can do that anytime you want. I will always catch you.” And he kissed her again, and again.

  They played sultan and slave girl that night. Dottie had never felt as carefree. By the end of the evening, she was screaming from all the orgasms Derek had given her and was so exhausted, he had to carry her to the truck and into the house.

  The weekend was quiet and Monday brought reality again. Dottie had to go to work. She needed to work with Terrance on the General’s story and there were several other matters she needed to attend to.

  Derek drove her to her office, but had a meeting at headquarters, so he left her in the care of several members of the team.

  There had been several more di
sappearances over the last few weeks and the pressure was coming down on him. No one could figure out how the General was doing it. No one was talking and the women that were disappearing were no longer just hookers and homeless teenagers. Now girls from the local colleges were going missing. No one ever claimed to see anything.

  Stressed after his meeting, Derek wanted to find Dottie and have lunch. He radioed the team to check her location, only to find that she and Terrance were on assignment at the White House and would not be available for several hours.

  At loose ends, he decided to go over her personal flash drives again just in case the team had missed something.

  Reviewing the folders again, he found one that was password encrypted. Trying all the passwords Dottie had given him, nothing worked. She had been so free with all the information they had needed, why would she hide this one file? Looking at the file info, it didn’t come from the same source as any of the other files. Something was up.

  Trying the team again, he was informed that Dottie was still with Terrance at the White House and decided to go there. Packing his laptop so that he could work while he waited, the hairs on his neck started to stand up. Something was up.

  When he got to his office, he called Dillon, the team’s computer expert, to come talk with him. He knew and could do a lot with computers, but Dillon was the expert and nothing got by him. He was sure that Dillon had already found the file and was working on it.

  Dillon reported in and as Derek was already aware, had found the file and was working on finding the password. He had already spoken to Dottie about it and she had no knowledge of the file or how it got onto her flash drive. It was on the flash from her laptop and since she sometimes left the laptop at the office when she didn’t need it at home, any number of people could have gotten access to it.

  Dillon and Derek worked on the file for over an hour before Dillon finally cracked it. They had used all the passwords Dottie had given them and none of them had worked, but finally Dillon had written a program that took all the passwords from the people in Dottie’s office and tried them in different combinations until the file opened.

  When Derek and Dillon looked at the file, they were astounded. It was a list of woman’s names and ages, a dollar amount, and a delivery date:

  Pam Newsome 20 $150.000 7/25/14

  Evelyn Tart 19 $225,000 7/31/14

  Nancy Smith 18 $315,000 6/22/13

  Carla Trane 22 $125,000 5/15/14

  And so on until the last name on the list was Dorothy Chapman. The price next to her name was one million dollars and the delivery date was today’s date. Derek immediately radioed the team. He didn’t care what they had to interrupt. He wanted eyes on her now.

  It wasn’t long before he had the answer he already knew. Dottie was nowhere to be found. The meeting she had been involved in was continuing, but she and Terrance were not there.

  A quick questioning of the group revealed that they had left when the group broke for lunch and never came back to the meeting.

  Derek questioned the team. Who had fucked up this time? Trent Clark and his partner from the FBI, David Davis, had followed the van that Dottie and Terrance took to lunch. Everything seemed on the up and up. They watched Dottie and Terrance go and eat and then get back in the van. They then followed them back to the White House and saw them leave the van and return to the meeting room. They did not follow them into the meeting.

  Derek then concluded that Dottie had disappeared somewhere in the White House. There were any number of exits they could have left out of. Luckily there were video cameras on all exits and parking lots, and all the roads around the building were also on camera. All they had to do now as look at the footage. There were over a hundred cameras in all to watch, but they had an approximate time.

  Dillon quickly wrote a computer program to scan all the video for the correct time stamp and the team sat at several monitors to watch.

  Within the first few views, Tracy saw it. Terrance had Dottie’s arm twisted behind her back and was dragging her out to a parking lot. Quickly pulling up the corresponding camera for the parking lot, they saw Terrance force Dottie into a black SUV with dignitary license plates, and it appeared that there were at least two more men in the van.

  Following the SUV on various cameras took some work, but in a relatively short time, Dillon was able to combine all the footage onto a continuous tape and they could watch from the time she was kidnapped until she was taken on a road that led out of town.

  The team quickly pulled maps, trying to figure out where she might have been taken.

  Knowing all dignitaries’ cars were equipped with GPS and tracking devices, Dillon quickly started tracing the SUV.

  Derek ran to his own SUV, and he and Tyler began pursuit. The kidnappers were over an hour ahead of them and Derek prayed that they had not been able to get Dottie on a plane out of the country yet. The team fed them directions as they drove, and Derek nearly killed them, getting them out of town, to the point that Tyler was ready to take over driving…at gunpoint, if he needed to.

  Finally convincing Derek that getting them killed would not help Dottie, Derek slowed a little, but his control was on the edge. Not something a Dom wanted to admit.

  Derek and Tyler planned their attack as they drove. The team was soon following with a contingent of FBI, more Secret Service, and local law enforcement. All they needed was the Marines and they would have a complete battalion.

  Tyler updated the team on the plan and everyone, including the locals, were ready to go. Tracking the kidnappers to a deserted airport, they stopped several yards away from the lone hangar and proceeded on foot.

  The group surrounded the hangar, and on a pre-designated signal stormed the hangar. It was risky, but without knowing how many antagonists there were and how they were armed, it had been agreed that a blitz attack was the best way to go.

  Since Dottie was the one likeliest to get hurt, Derek and Tyler were going straight for her and anyone that might be near her. The remainder of the group would take care of anyone else. They had to hope that they didn’t have her on the plane yet or everything changed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was over before Dottie realized what was going on. One minute she was preparing herself for the torture they had been threatening her with and the next she was in Derek’s arms.

  The idiots who had taken her all dropped to the ground without a fight the minute the attack began, all except Terrance, who immediately jumped behind Dottie and started to act like he was also a victim. Everyone knew better and he was soon in custody with the other idiots.

  Derek quickly freed Dottie and carried her out of the chaos and into his SUV. Sitting her in the seat, he wrapped her in his suit jacket and held her tight. Hysterically crying, she buried her face in his chest and let it all go. She had been strong as long as she could. Derek was here now. There was no longer any need to fight it.

  Once she had calmed, Dottie told Derek how Terrance had drugged her at lunch, and by the time they got back to the White House, she was so woozy that she couldn’t fight.

  They had bundled her into the waiting vehicle and during the ride to the hangar, threatened her with torture and removed her suit and shoes, leaving her in her thin chemise and underwear. When they got her to the hangar, she struggled so much that it took four of them to tie her to the chair.

  By the time Dottie had finished telling her story to Derek, he had managed to lift her and was sitting in the seat, holding her in his lap. He knew Tyler would be out soon and would drive them back to his place. His job for right now was to hold and comfort his woman.

  Derek buried Dottie’s face in his chest as they brought her kidnappers out, not wanting her to see. It was bad enough that she was going to have to retell the story several more times before she was done. Right now all he wanted to do was to get her home, into a hot bath and into his bed where he could hold and comfort her.

  Tyler had them home in record time and promised to
let Derek know what was going on. The nightmare wasn’t over, but it was close. Dottie would still have to be debriefed and testify at Terrance’s and the other kidnapper’s hearings, but with the file they had found on her drive, Terrance would not be able to deny his involvement.

  Tyler called Derek later that evening to let him know that the list of names he had found could be matched up with missing women in the area and that they were doing their best to notify families and track down the whereabouts of the women. One of the kidnappers was talking, hoping for a lighter punishment, so they had some leads. It was going to be slow going, but it looked like there might be some good outcomes. Derek waited to tell Dottie the good news, not wanting to disturb the rest she was getting.

  He hadn’t left her side since he got her home, and even as he talked to Tyler, he lay in bed beside her. Ending the call, he turned his phone off and pulled Dottie to him. The debriefing would wait until she was in better condition. She had told him her story and he would remember every word for the rest of his life.

  Dottie woke the next morning and she was lying on top of Derek, skin to skin. Everything that had happened yesterday seemed like a terrible, terrible nightmare. Unfortunately, it was a real one. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened had Derek and the others not stormed in when they did, thanking her lucky stars that they did appear in time.

  Leaving her head on his pecs, she snuggled, trying to get even closer, wishing she could crawl in his skin with him. She didn’t know how, but in the short time they had been together, he had become her rock. She couldn’t imagine her life without him and hoped he felt the same.

  She could tell when he woke up, the slight stirring as his breathing shifted from sleep to wakefulness, the rise in his body temperature, his hand sliding across her ass…all these things let her know he was awake. She lifted her face to his, planning on giving him a “good morning, I love you” kiss, but before she could, he flipped her over to her back.