Dominate Me!: (12 Book Bondage Submission BDSM Bundle)

by Sylvia Redmond

  As I got older and became an intern I was more useful to his staff. I became a political science major and tailored my studies around events that were going on in his district. I began considering getting my doctorate and spent more and more time with him. It was always professional and we had rarely talked about our social lives.

  It had happened my junior year in college. I was dating an assistant professor at the university and we were talking about marriage. I was making plans with him and he was considering a career in politics. I started asking Trevor questions about campaigning and he seemed genuinely interested in helping us.

  And then I found out the professor was cheating on me.

  It was a bad breakup. Things like that leave a mark when you are getting ready to commit yourself to a man for the rest of your life. I was heartbroken and I was vulnerable. I went to Trevor and told him I was going to resign. I had enough with the political landscape and I needed to move on.

  I was sobbing as I told him about it. We were alone in his office on a weeknight. He asked me why I was upset and I unloaded on him in a torrent of emotion. I told him everything that had happened and he held me and told me that everything would be ok. He had told me I was too good to be married to an assistant professor, and the breakup had been for the best.

  There are only a few things I remember between the tears and when the sex started. I remember realizing how good he smelled once he was holding me close. I remember how crisp his starched shirt was and how that made it more difficult to unbutton. I remembered how excited I was as he started to undress me. I had not even realized how excited I had gotten until he had my clothes off and he started touching me there.

  I knew it was wrong. I knew he was married. I had met Mrs. Banks on numerous occasions and had liked her. If anything, I considered her almost a mother figure. But when he bent me over the desk that first time, none of that mattered anymore.

  He started fucking me and I lost all control. He was unlike any other man I had ever been with before. He was a man who made decisions on a daily basis that impacted thousands of people. He was powerful - and he was hung. That first time he pushed himself into me he had stretched me and made me whimper. It had stung for a moment but when it stopped stinging it was the best thing I had ever felt in my life.

  He slapped me on my ass and he fucked me silly. He grabbed my tits and fucked me and said things to me that made me feel dirty - and I had loved it all. The only thing that gave me pause, even more than the fact that he was married, was his politics. I was a closet Democrat but I would never let him know that, especially now. All I wanted was to have him fuck me despite our disparate political views.

  My hesitation had been brief and the thought left my mind as quickly as it had entered it. I remembered feeling his hands on my hips pulling me onto him and then his hands were gone. I had moaned out loud, wondering where his hands had gone when I felt them on me again. He had slipped one hand down between my legs and was snaking it towards her clit. At the same time I felt his other hand touching my ass - that most intimate spot no man had ever touched before. It was his right hand, the same one he routinely slammed on the podium during his speeches. I felt him twisting a finger into me and I remembered cumming with a scream.

  I thought about all of that now as I watched him thrill the crowd. He was thundering on about some of his conservative views and the crowd was really going. I didn't agree with most of what he was saying. In anyone else’s presence I would have argued passionately about most of what he was saying. But not with Trevor Banks. He would never know how I felt about his politics - but he would know the most intimate details about how I felt about everything else.

  Chapter 2

  Trevor Banks was sitting in the back of his campaign RV, reveling in the performance he had just given. The crowd had hung on his every word, it was possibly the best campaign speech he had ever given, and he was intoxicated with his power. He was rock hard because her mouth was on him, but he probably would have been rock hard anyway. Political power was his strongest aphrodisiac.

  "They seemed to like the bit about lowering taxes, but we both know I'm going to need to institute a tax hike in the next term" he was saying.

  He was talking to Julie, but he words were really rhetorical. She was stripped naked and bobbing up and down on him. She listened to the inflection in his voice and offered the occasional "uh huh" when she thought it was expected of her. Otherwise, her job now was to satisfy him, and then she knew he would satisfy her.

  He reached down and spanked her on the ass and listened to her moan. She had such a beautiful body, he thought to himself. It would have been a crime to see her become the wife of a college professor. A girl this beautiful and this naughty was born to be a politician’s mistress.

  “I just need to keep an eye on that one Republican aide, Alex I think his name is” Banks was saying. “He seems like a real up and comer. Guys like that can be dangerous.”

  She was listening to him and trying to focus on what he was saying, but she was insanely turned on herself. She had been soaking wet when he had ordered her to strip. Now she wanted badly to get him off so that he would fuck her. He would always fuck her after he had his orgasm. He was insatiable like that. Most of the fraternity guys half his age would cum and then be asleep two minutes later. Not Trevor Banks – the man was a machine. It was one of the things she loved about him.

  She took her mouth off of his big cock so that she could start pumping him faster. She locked both of her hands around his cock and started to pump him forcefully. Her hands were not dainty by female standards, but wrapped around his big cock they looked tiny. She could feel the blood coursing through him as she picked up the tempo and he moaned.

  “Jesus that feels good” he said. “Once the campaign is over I’ll need to take you away for the weekend.”

  She liked the sound of that. “Away for the weekend” sounded like a weekend of getting nailed by the senator, and that was exactly what Julie lived for these days. She showed her appreciation by pumping him even faster and he moaned again. She could feel his cock starting to throb and she got ready for it.

  He groaned one last time and his cock twitched. She pointed it at her chest like he had instructed her long ago and sprayed her tits with jet after jet of his hot semen. She kept stroking him long after the last stream had hit her and then she paused. He went flaccid for a few moments, although it was never limp long. It almost seemed like his cock knew she needed a minute to clean herself off before getting hard again.

  She had barely gotten herself together and Banks was picking her up. He laid her right on the table, on top of his papers, which included the speech he had just given his thrilled supporters. She knew it even as he pushed himself into her – she was getting fucked by the most powerful man in the state on top of his political writings and she loved every minute of it.

  Chapter 3

  “We’ve got a problem” Robert Snyder said.

  If they had met under different circumstances, Trevor Banks would not have cared for Robert Snyder. As it was, he didn’t care much for Snyder anyway. He was a gaunt man who had tight features and a narrow, pinched nose that made him look like a weasel. As a political operative, however, he was invaluable.

  “What is it?” Banks asked the diminutive man.

  “It’s about your intern, Julie Winston” Snyder said.

  Trevor wasn’t all that surprised to hear him say her name. He knew Snyder did not care for the relationship but he had thought he made it clear to Snyder to look the other way.

  “Look Bob, we’ve been over this before…” the senator started.

  “No, no – it’s not that” Snyder said, cutting him off. “This is different, and much worse I’m afraid. Julie Winston is a Democrat.”

  Banks was about to cut Snyder off but stopped when he heard his accusation. It didn’t make sense. All their interns were properly vetted. How would it have been possible for them to let a Democrat make it onto their
staff? Surely there must be some mistake?

  “Are you sure?” an incredulous Banks asked Snyder. “How can that be? I thought we had all the appropriate safeguards in place to keep something like that from happening?”

  “I’m afraid so sir” Snyder said. “I’ve been over it myself several times. She flew under the usual measures unfortunately. Since she started with your office as a page she circumvented some of the safeguards we use to vet interns. Apparently she was turned in college – we have evidence she was involved in several liberal movements her sophomore year and hasn’t been Republican since.”

  This was worse than he thought. Banks furrowed his brow as he considered his predicament. And he had been fucking her – unbelievable. All this time he had been fucking a Democrat. It just proved how low a Democrat would sink.

  “I bet she’s not even pro-life” he thought to himself bitterly.

  Snyder watched the mixed emotions wash over his mentor’s face and was secretly delighted.

  “What do you want to do about it?” Snyder asked the senator.

  “I prefer to handle this myself” Banks told him. “It’s a very delicate matter, I know just the thing to do…”

  Chapter 4

  I was thrilled. This had the potential to be a Saturday night like no other.

  Trevor had told me days ago he wanted me to come over Saturday night. His wife was going to be out of town and there were campaign issues to go over. That was our usual code word, which meant that I was in for an evening of serving the senator.

  And I could not have been more ready.

  I was ready to fuck him every moment I was near him. It hurt to be in his presence with other people and to not be able to touch him, or have him touch me. Sometimes it would be weeks before we would share a moment together, and that would often be a stolen moment in the office when no one was looking or in the parking lot walking to his car. It sounded like I might have chance to have him to myself for the entire evening, and I planned on taking advantage of every delicious minute of it.

  I picked out a set of garters, panties and a bra that I had bought especially for him. I wore it underneath a conservative business suit in case anyone else should be at his mansion when I stopped by. To an unsuspecting eye I looked like a diligent politician’s intern ready to work for the senator. Underneath the outfit I was dressed like a slut and was ready to service my master.

  I thought about his phone call as I drove to the estate. When he called with his invite his voice had been slightly tense. Perhaps someone else was in the room when he called and he was being cautious? Or perhaps he was as excited as I was at the prospect of being alone for several hours uninterrupted? Whatever the case, I was ready to serve him, and I squirmed in the car seat at the very thought of him.

  I pulled up to the estate and parked at the end of his long driveway. Even Trevor Bank’s mansion was large and imposing, not unlike the man himself. I checked myself one last time in the mirror before grabbing the handle of the car door, knowing the next time I sat in this seat I would be a completely satisfied woman.

  Chapter 5

  Trevor had dismissed any of his staff that would otherwise be lingering around the big house. Catherine had opted to visit her ill mother for the weekend, so he knew that he would be alone to discipline the naughty Julie. He watched the lights of her car coming up the driveway and felt his cock starting to harden. He heard her car door slam and waited several tantalizing minutes until he heard the doorbell chime.

  “Darling” he said to her as he opened the big door, “Please come in.”

  She had dressed precisely as he had instructed her for these occasions. She wore a conservative blouse that gave her the image of the studious intern. She was wearing a black skirt that accented her tight body yet was still tasteful and entirely business appropriate. Banks knew underneath the outfit she was wearing something that was better suited to what he had in store for her. He thought about it and once again felt his manhood twitch.

  “Come into the game room with me sweetheart, I was just shooting a game of billiards” he told her.

  Banks brought the young girl into his game room and poured her a drink from his bar.

  “Are we alone?” Julie asked him.

  “Quite so” Banks replied to her, handing her drink to her.

  “Good” she said, putting the drink on the bar and wrapping her arms around her neck.

  Julie embraced the senator and felt his hands go directly to her skirt. She felt his hands on the zipper and a moment later felt the rush of cool air on her skin. She had wondered if he would have any staff at all left in the house. She knew if he didn’t she would be naked in the first seven minutes she was there.

  She wanted him to touch her but instead felt his hands on her breasts and then around her taking her shirt off. She felt him pause momentarily and knew he was admiring the garter and panties she had purchased just for him. He opened his mouth to speak and she was anticipating a comment of approval from him.

  “The pool table” he said. “Go to the pool table.”

  Confused but aroused, Julie sashayed her panty covered ass to the center of the room where the big billiards table was. She looked and saw the table top was clear and had no balls on it.

  “Odd” she thought to herself. “I thought he had told me he had been playing billiards.”

  She turned to see him walking towards her with two pieces of velvet rope in his hands. She gasped as he took her by the shoulders and spun her to face the table. He fastened a piece of velvet to each of her wrists and tied her off on the corner pockets. Julie felt her arms spread out and tied with her ass sticking up in the air and knew her pussy was now wetter than ever.

  “Tell me something” the senator was saying as he walked over to the cue rack on the wall. “When were you going to tell me you were a Democrat?”

  There were a thousand questions she was anticipating he would ask her and that hadn’t been one of them. She was caught completely off guard – her ordinarily cagey instincts were clouded by the lust she was feeling.

  “What?” was all the sex-starved intern could muster in reply to his question.

  She watched him as he picked a cue off the wall. It looked like it was the most ornate one that he owned. Even from a distance she could see the gold inlaid designs and the pearl of the wide handle.

  “You’re a Democrat” Banks said again as he walked back over to her with the cue. “Snyder found out, we know all about you now” he said.

  Julie felt the lump in her throat and for a moment it kept her from speaking. She watched him as he unscrewed the two piece cue. After several turns he unfastened the pieces from each other. She watched as he kept the narrow piece in his right hand and he laid the thicker piece on the table in front of her. It was directly in front of her now, and she could see the knurled designs on the handle.

  She turned back to look at him but realized he had moved behind her. She tried to move her head but could only just see the edge of him as he stood behind her. She felt him put his hand on her ass and was mentally willing him to run the hand between her legs. She was throbbing down there now and needed him to touch her.

  “I’m sorry” she told him. “It was a long time ago. I was dating a boy in college, and he was very liberal, and I allowed myself to…”

  She felt the brief rush of air as he moved the thin piece of the cue through the air and landed it on her ass. He had hit the same exact spot he was caressing a moment earlier.

  Whack!

  She felt the sting and she squealed. She felt her pussy throbbing harder and realized something twisted about herself.

  She wanted him to hit her again.

  “But the truth is” she started, “even after I broke up with Bobby I realized I could never be a Republican again.”

  Whack!

  She felt her body tingle from the blow as her ass glowed. She felt the mixed rush of passion combined with the relief from finally making the confession to the sexy o
lder man.

  “And to be honest, I don’t agree with most of your policies!”

  Whack! Whack!

  Her ass stung, and she knew she was soaking wet now. She felt his hands inside of the waistband of her panties and a moment later they were off her body. She felt his hands again at her back and the next thing she knew her breasts were tumbling free onto the felt of the pool table. She was now completely spread open and exposed to him, and she was certain that she must be dripping down her thighs.

  “I don’t agree with your stance on same sex marriage!” she said, goading him further.

  Whack!

  “And I think a woman should have the right to decide what’s right for her body!” she panted.

  Whack! Whack!

  She wanted him to touch her now. Her pussy was throbbing so bad she didn’t think she could take it anymore. She wanted him to take her as rough as he wanted, but she couldn’t ask him for it. That would surely delay her gratification.

  As if reading her mind, Banks walked around and put the thin piece of the cue on the table. She was doing her best to mentally will him to fuck her, but watched despairingly as he picked up the thicker piece of the cue. She felt herself throbbing as he walked back behind her.

  The senator got behind Julie and looked at her beautiful ass. Her pussy was slick with her wetness and her ass cheeks were hot from the pool cue. He put his hand on her ass and spread her cheeks apart. Her swollen pussy opened up, begging him for gratification.

  “Do you want me to fuck you Julie?” he asked her.

  “Yes! God yes put it in me Trevor!” she panted back at him.

  He placed the edge of the thick pool cue against her and moved it back and forth. It started to easily slide in and she gasped but he stopped and withdrew it again. There was no way he was going to gratify a Democrat so easily, he thought to himself. Julie was thrusting her ass back at him, searching for whatever it was giving her relief a moment ago.