by Lynn Faye
Matthew grabbed me and pulled me out onto the balcony. He pulled my ear toward his mouth and I felt his breath on my neck.
“He was supposed to be drunk in a brothel in Las Vegas,” Matthew confided in me. “He wasn’t supposed to die.”
“But you were ready to take over,” I said as a look of confusion filled my face.
“Yes, I expected they would push him out for his bad behavior. I expected we would have had much more time to organize and move forward. Now we need to get me in that damn office.”
I shook my head in agreement with Matthew…we needed to get him into that Vice President position. Whatever we had to do to make that happen, it was time to get moving on those things. It was time to take control of the situation and make things happen that we needed to happen. It was time for total concentration and focus so we could get the prize we so desperately wanted.
“You need to get Masson out of the picture. We can’t wait for an investigation into his committee. We can’t wait for anything at all. You need to take care of him,” I said in a tone that I had never heard myself say before.
“Anyway I can?” Matthew asked me.
“Yes, get rid of him.”
The power and deceit in our conversation sent a high energy surge through my body. I had never been part of a plot before. I had never wanted to be part of something so sinister. It felt good. I hadn’t expected that being bad would feel so damn good.
Storm SCARES
The Billionaire President -
A Dark Alpha Billionaire Romance
Sarah Brooks
Copyright © 2015 by Sarah Brooks
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Matthew
There was an undertone of evilness in Kayla after we returned from Chicago. I knew it had been precipitated by me bringing her in front of the media, at first, and I hated it. I didn’t like that the sweet girl I had once known now seemed so devoid of emotions. But then I realized that she was just acting like I was and having a woman devoid of some emotion wasn’t exactly a bad thing.
I had spent my life with women who got so wrapped up in the emotion of events that they couldn’t stop and see the logic of things. I really liked how logical Kayla already was and the idea that she could squash her emotions was very appealing to me.
Kayla was right about one important factor, I needed to get the Vice President nomination and not Senator Masson. He was first in line for the position, but the controversy surrounding his mismanagement of funds in the Senate Arms Committee hadn’t been enough. The President was still considering Masson for the position and I wasn’t even the second choice. We had a lot of work to do if we were going to get me anywhere near the White House.
Now that official word had come that the Vice President had been killed, it was time for Kayla and I to really get to work. There wasn’t any time to waste if we were going to get me into a decent position and closer to the oval office.
“Where did he die?” Kayla asked as we woke up late in the morning after we heard the news.
I held my finger up to my mouth to quiet her. I still felt like we might be under some sort of surveillance. I reached over and flipped the radio on so we could whisper and discuss things without the threat of being heard; just in case, we were being monitored.
“Las Vegas. Apparently he was at a legal brothel there and instigated a fight with some men and got himself shot.”
It didn’t really matter if someone was listening to this part of the conversation. We were simply talking about the news. But I didn’t want our conversations to sound too suspicious as we went from talking normally to talking in a whisper sometimes.
“That doesn’t seem like something the Vice President would do,” Kayla whispered.
“You obviously don’t know the man very well. He enjoys his alcohol and the company of women very much.”
“But he’s the Vice President. It’s just crazy.”
“Have you learned nothing in your time with me? Men can’t control themselves at all when it comes to beautiful women.”
I reached my hand under the covers and started to fondle Kayla. Her soft skin felt like home to me and I wanted to stay right there in bed with her all day long.
Her eyes closed and she pulled in a long deep breath and then let out a delightful moan as my hand moved to her wetness. That was all it took before I totally forgot our political strategy conversation and decided we had plenty of time to play before getting ready for the meeting at the White House.
“I’ve learned a lot from you,” Kayla said breathlessly as my tongue moved around on her body.
“I’m going to make you beg me to stop,” I whispered.
“I won’t beg you.”
She made me laugh. Kayla was this mix of tough girl and sweet girl now. She had grown into this new mix over the months I had known her. She certainly didn’t like it when I said anything that would make her think I thought she was weak.
“You’ll just let me torture you with my tongue and never ask me to stop?”
“Nope, you can torture me as long as you’d like.”
“What if I don’t let you feel the release you want?”
“I’m still not begging you for anything,” Kayla said as she grabbed onto my hair and held it tightly.
She guided my mouth back to her wetness and pressed me into her. It was at that moment I realized, Kayla liked the idea of being in control. She finally appeared to be comfortable with me when we were naked and I loved that she was exerting some of her own sexual control.
My cock throbbed with the new knowledge that Kayla was just as control hungry as I was. Just Kayla was new to her urges. She hadn’t developed them over years of political service. Her urges had been forced on her by my actions. But I took pride in her changes and welcomed everything she had to dish out.
My mouth moved diligently against her and I felt her body as it built up with excitement. She wanted to cum, I could tell by how her inner thighs tightened. She wanted to scream out with the pleasure I delivered to her. So I decided to test her ‘no begging’ theory and I stopped moving my tongue and started to kiss her inner thigh and move down her leg.
Kayla humored me for a little bit as she allowed my kisses to explore her body. But soon she was done humoring me and she was done waiting for me to deliver the orgasm that her body craved. Kayla didn’t give in to me and beg me, though, oh no; she had much more interesting plans to get what she wanted.
She gently pushed me over onto my back and started to play with my raging hard cock. Her hand slid up and down the shaft as her eyes looked at me with a longing I hadn’t seen in a very long time. I prepared myself to be ridden by my beauty, oh how I loved to watch her bounce up and down on my hardness.
Kayla climbed between my legs and spread them wide; similar to how I liked to spread her open. Then with one swift movement she had her mouth around my cock and her hand holding my delicate balls. I felt exposed and vulnerable; more vulnerable than I had ever felt with Kayla. She had been wronged by me that was for sure, now she literally had my most vulnerable body part right in her fingers.
“Be careful,” I whispered.
In retrospect, that was probably the worst thing I could have said.
Kayla squeezed me and I felt the pain of her hand around my sensitive manhood. At first, I was shocked and pulled away. But as her mouth continued to thrust up and down my shaft and the pain didn’t increase; I tried to relax a little.
Her firm pressure on my sensitive sac felt good, in a weird and dangerous way. She could easily have squeezed just a tiny bit more and caused me true torturous pain; luckily she didn’t. I had never been one of those guys who got off when pain was involved, but I had to admit the moment was pre
tty damn sexy.
Kayla was just trying to prove to me that I was vulnerable, even if I didn’t think I was. Her point came through crystal clear.
Kayla
My downfall was that I had feelings for Matthew that he clearly didn’t have for me. I had to try and take the emotion out of the mix if I was going to play hardball with him. For the time being I intended to get Matthew into the White House. He wanted the VP position, but I had to wonder if it was possible to get him into the presidency.
I knew he wasn’t telling me his whole plan. He wasn’t even telling me the next step to his current plan. But if I knew Matthew, the oval office was what he was really going after. He didn’t want the Vice Presidency, he wanted to be the man in charge.
As we made love, I silently plotted the possibilities in my head. With just a few lucky twists of fate, I thought it was totally possible to get Matthew all the way to the oval office. Then surely, someday, when I was politically ready…I could make my move as well.
I laughed under my breath at the idea that I wanted to be President someday. It wasn’t something that I had ever considered before I had met Matthew. But now the political ambitions of Washington D.C. had started to rub off on me. I knew that having a friend like Matthew on my side down the road would certainly help me get to where I wanted to go.
I liked holding his body in such a precarious position. It was fun to think that with just a hard squeeze I could have Matthew begging me to stop. I laughed. Wouldn’t that be a turn of events if I was the one who caused the pain instead of Matthew?
The problem was, I couldn’t cause Matthew any emotional pain because he didn’t care about emotions. The only pain I could venture to ever cause him was physical pain. I smiled at the thought. Not because I genuinely wanted to hurt Matthew, I didn’t. I smiled because there was no area of his life that he was actually vulnerable. He was going to make a damn good President.
I continued to pleasure him with my mouth until he was as close to orgasm as he could get. Then I quickly slipped away and went to the bathroom and started the shower. The whole time I laughed at the thought of him lying on the bed waiting for me to come back.
“Are you coming back?” He yelled out after me.
“Nope.”
“Kayla, what the hell?”
I just stepped into the shower and put the shampoo into my hair. He certainly wasn’t going to beg me to stop anything I was doing to him. But I bet I could get him to beg me to continue.
Matthew and I were a fun couple. I liked how I was when we were alone together. We could play and joke and didn’t take life too seriously. It was a partnership that couldn’t have been much more perfect, except for Matthew’s lack of conscience.
“Kayla, what the hell are you doing? Aren’t you going to finish?”
“Nah, I’m going to shower now.”
“You didn’t get an orgasm either. I don’t see how this ends well for you. Just come back to bed. Let’s finish playing. We can shower when we are done.”
“Sorry, already got the soap in my hair. Then need to get ready for the White House Dinner.”
I continued my shower routine and tried not to look at Matthew. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him walking back and forth in the bathroom as he tried to figure out just what he wanted to do. It was funny as hell. He expected that I cared just as much about having a big orgasmic finish as he did, but he was wrong. I didn’t care nearly as much about an orgasm as Matthew. Not many women did. Women want the emotional connection first and then the physical, but we were perfectly fine with not having that physical connection every now and again.
The cold twirl of air rushed into the shower stall as Matthew walked in with me. I couldn’t help but smile as I opened my eyes and saw his naked body standing across from me in the shower. His erect attention was pointed toward me and I felt like a school girl as embarrassment flushed my face.
“We need the Vice President’s death to be Masson’s fault,” Matthew whispered as he stood naked in front of me.
“Do you think we could set up the President as also being involved?”
“What? Why?”
I didn’t look at Matthew and instead continued to rinse the soap out of my hair and let my comment sink in with Matthew. Surely he had to have thought about it himself. Surely he wanted to be the President and not the Vice President.
“Wrongdoing. Corruption, prostitutes. We could make this all turn out really well for you if we plan accordingly,” I said.
“It’s not possible Kayla. We need to stick to the plan. Get Masson out of the picture and get me into the VP position. Then at next election, I can make a run for the White House.”
“Matthew, you don’t have the funding for a White House run. Don’t be delusional. You need to get appointed not voted in. Or…” I paused as I thought about the possibilities and how Matthew could get into the White House.
“Or what?”
“Or if you were Vice President and something happened to the President. Then you would take his spot.”
The look Matthew gave me was filled with disgust, but then he just started to laugh hysterically. He put his hands on his knees as he bent over and tried to catch his breath from laughing so hard.
“Oh, wow Kayla. You are even crazier than I am.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Matthew grabbed me and pulled my wet body next to his. He still had a raging hard cock that I knew he wanted to slide inside of me. The torture of my refusal was just too much for him. But I was enjoying every moment of it. I didn’t know why; but I sure loved to torture Matthew with the things he couldn’t have. He was just so use to getting his own way and I didn’t want him to continue with that high comfort level.
“You should take it as a compliment. I’ve never met a woman like you,” Matthew said as he leaned down and kissed me.
The passion and excitement I felt from having Matthew’s lips on mine was enough to momentarily make me forget about my plan. But then I pulled away from Matthew and stepped out of the shower. I had more willpower than Matthew would ever have.
“I need to pick out my outfit for the White House Dinner,” I said as I wrapped myself in a towel and left the bathroom.
“Seriously Kayla, you’re going to leave me like this?”
“Use your hand. It likes to get dirty anyways.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I stood outside of the bathroom and pictured Matthew caving in and using his own hand to pleasure himself. He certainly couldn’t have predicted just how divisive I could be.
***
Although I couldn’t say that visiting the White House would ever be boring, I did feel like I finally had the hang of all the security we needed to go through to get into the building. It was my third visit to the iconic building and I actually wasn’t nervous at all on the trip through the main door.
The dinner was meant to be a quiet, intimate event with only the top Senators and political people of Washington. The main topic would likely be what happened to the Vice President and how everyone wanted to move forward.
Of course, the President would make his decision on his own. But having the support of the elite in Washington could only serve to help him.
“Cocktails are in the Green Room and dinner will be served in about an hour. The President is running behind schedule,” his Press Secretary said as we walked into the White House.
I figured it was probably normal that the President got caught up with other activities and was late to these events. It was actually perfect for us because we could discuss and strategize with everyone in attendance.
“It’s going to be decided tonight. We need for it to look like we are on Masson’s side,” Matthew said as we walked in. “Oh, and I forgot to give you this.”
Matthew pulled out a slip jewelry body from his suit pocket and opened it. We stood off to the side of the main entry and I looked at Matthew in shock at his presentation of a gift to me.
Every tim
e I thought he was a cold hearted jerk, he surprised me by doing something that seemed really sweet.
“What’s this for?” I asked.
“For you to look beautiful.”
I opened the small box and saw a very elaborate diamond bracelet. It had alternating diamonds and black onyx and I loved it. I loved the bracelet so much I instantly tried to hide just how beautiful I thought it was and how floored I was that he had purchased it for me.
“It’s pretty,” I said as I squelched my enthusiasm.
“Don’t get too excited,” Matthew joked as he pulled the bracelet out of the box and put it on me.
“It’s kind of weird. The black is so dark and the diamonds so light.”
“Exactly like the two of us. We both have darkness and light, but together we are beautiful.”
Wow, I felt my girly excitement build at his romantic gesture. It was more than I had expected from him, but I didn’t want to give him too much satisfaction in the presentation of the gift. Things were odd between us; different than before. I didn’t want to be that young girl who was fawning all over Matthew. I wanted to be the woman by his side.
“Thank you so much,” I said quietly as I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s lovely.”
“I hope you enjoy it.”
“Of course, I love it,” I said as I wrapped my diamond clad wrist around his extended elbow and followed him down the hallway toward the green room.
We had plenty of time to talk with everyone and I intended to do some of the legwork myself. But as we arrived in the room I quickly learned that Matthew intended me to be his arm candy and not an intricate part of the conversations.
“This is my lovely date Michaela Wilson,” Matthew said as he introduced me to a group of fellow Senators.
Senator Masson was among the group of men and I felt his eyes burn into me as I stood there next to Matthew. I had to just play the part. I wouldn’t have even been invited to the dinner if I wasn’t Matthew’s date, as his chief of staff I would have been at home wondering what was going on. But as his date, I was right there beside him. I knew I would have to just suck it up and be a good date to him.