Corrupt Desires

by Jennifer Bene

  “I see a city that was drowning. Lost. But down there I can tell you that there are people mixing together that never used to. The fog used to be this burden on all the people living in it, but you and Parks and the rest of the resistance lifted it. You brought them light, set them free… and you forced those who had always lived in the sunlight to see what the fog had hidden. No one is blind now, no one can deny where Lakehurst used to be, and while no one can change the physics of the Lakehurst Effect… the fog isn’t a death sentence anymore.” Turning in his arms, she loved the way the sunlight turned his eyes to gems. “Everyone knows that you’ve always had this view. Full of sunlight and clear skies, but you chose to look into the fog. You chose to see that dividing line and work to change it. And, you’re the only one on that list for Parks’ cabinet who can say that.”

  “What about you? Us?” he asked as his hands slid down to hold her hips. “We’ll be in the spotlight even more than we are now.”

  Those words made her stomach churn, and she couldn’t deny how much she disliked being followed by reporters. Having photos taken of them no matter where they went. Like some modern set of star-crossed lovers, their story had been hot in the press. A downtowner falling for a waitress from the fog, both of them fighting a revolution together, it was the fairytale she had never expected. But reality was never as magical as fantasy. Fortunately, most of the stories were positive, they’d fed into Bryant’s popularity, but it had also come with trouble. Downtowners angry at him for being a traitor, focusing on him like he’d caused it all. It was why there were always two security people camped outside Bryant’s front door.

  Twenty-four hours a day.

  If they did this, it would probably get worse… but he could do so much good. They both could. Hand in hand, a king and queen of fire bringing the light to the fog for a true Golden Age. The visual made her smile. “I think standing at your side while you change the world for the better sounds like a dream come true.”

  “Really?” he asked, clear excitement threading through his tone.

  “Really,” she answered, and then she squealed as he picked her up, squeezing her to his chest as he captured her in a much more intense kiss. Heat flashed between them, and in a moment her legs were wrapped around his hips as he walked them into the bedroom. Kicking the door shut, he nipped her lower lip just before he tossed her onto the bed.

  “Take your clothes off before I rip them off you.”

  Panting, she couldn’t stifle the grin as she sat up and pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor where her bra joined it a second later. Just as she was working at the button on her jeans, she saw him finish the last button on his shirt to part it. Every time he undressed she stared, eyes running over the abs she now knew were thanks to the personal gym on the other side of his apartment, and the puckered scar over his ribs that reminded her of everything they’d been through.

  “Phee,” he growled as his hands went to his pants, and she grinned wider.

  “Sorry, sir, just distracted.” When her jeans were unzipped he leaned forward to grab them, yanking them down her legs as his eyes roamed her curves.

  “Distracted, hmm? Well, you know what happens to bad girls who don’t listen, don’t you?” Tossing her jeans aside, he reached for her underwear, teasing her thighs with too light touches as she lay back on the bed and lifted her ass so he could pull them down slowly.

  “Yes, sir,” she purred. Gasping when his tongue slid through the wetness growing between her thighs, but then he stood again, leaving her bereft and whining.

  “God, I do love it when you writhe like that. Spread your legs for me.” He groaned as she obeyed, eyes meeting hers before trailing down her body to focus at her core. His pants were on the floor a moment later, followed by his boxers, and she wanted to taste him, but knew if she moved without permission he’d drag it all out. Kicking his clothes out of the way he stalked forward, grabbing onto her hips to yank her to the edge of the bed. “Such a good girl.”

  The next stroke of his tongue through her folds had her hips bucking off the bed, but he caught her to pin her back down. Chuckling as he teased her with long, teasing licks, barely flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit before beginning again. “Please, please…” she begged, knowing it was what he wanted and not even tempted to play the brat today of all days.

  “Again,” he said before he captured her clit and sucked, the sudden burst of pleasure making her gasp and lift her hips against the strength in his arms. It was easy to beg, plead, when he turned her into a liquid mess and set her nerves on fire. Everything faded but the two of them. No political drama, no pending election, no reporters and no security detail, just them. His teeth grazed her clit and she cried out, all pleasure as he followed it by thrusting two fingers deep. Bryant licked her once more before he shifted next to her on the bed, capturing her mouth so she could taste herself on his lips as he continued to stroke between her legs. “I love the sounds you make, baby.”

  “Please, Bryant,” she begged, humming a moan against his lips as their tongues clashed and he found her g-spot and rubbed. Hips lifting into empty air, she tried to stay still but it was impossible.

  “Tell me what you want, baby.” A third finger slipped inside that had her gasping, back arching as he kissed his way down her throat to capture her nipple in his mouth. Sucking the hard bud until he bit down lightly, increasing the ache as she shuddered, almost falling over the edge when he released her. “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I want—” A sharp gasp as he focused on her g-spot and sent her tumbling into an orgasm, crying out as she clenched the wrinkled sheets under them. Flashes of sparks finding the tips of each nerve-ending as bliss whited out her mind for a moment, moaning into his mouth as he pinned her leg under his so that she just had to take it as he continued rubbing her through the vicious sensitivity. “Please, please, please!”

  “Say it.”

  “I want to taste you! Sir! Please!” Almost shouting, her body bowed when he continued teasing her for a long moment. “PLEASE!”

  “Oh, you beg so sweetly.” Pulling his hand from between her thighs he slid all three fingers into her mouth. “And you taste even better,” he purred against her ear as she wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked. Cleaning her wetness from them as he eased them towards the back of her throat, teasing her gag reflex in a mockery of what she’d begged for.

  Whining, she lifted her chin and he caught her by the hair, holding her head against the bed as he continued stroking across her tongue.

  Leaning down, he whispered directly against her ear. “Your lips look so perfect stretched around my fingers. Show me how much you want to taste me.”

  With renewed focus, she ran her tongue over his fingers. Swallowing when he eased them to the back of her tongue, pumping in and out as she moaned, squeezing her thighs together so she wouldn’t reach between them. Desperate, she whimpered and heard him chuckle softly.

  “You want me to fuck your mouth? You want to taste me, feel me fuck your throat?” Just the question had her edging towards another orgasm as she nodded insistently. “Say it.”

  Fingers pulled free of her lips, she whined. “Please fuck my throat, sir, please?”

  Bryant groaned, fist in her hair as he pulled them both off the bed before pushing her to her knees. “Hands behind your back, baby. No touching until I say.”

  “Yes, sir,” she panted, locking one hand around the opposite wrist to obey. Phee opened her mouth, loving the low moan that rumbled in his chest as he traced his cock over her lower lip and her tongue darted out to taste him.

  “Good girl.” He eased forward, allowing her enough room to taste him, sliding her tongue up the full-length of him before drawing the head between her lips to suck and flick her tongue along the sensitive underside. His fist tightened in her hair, a delirious blur of tingles rushing over her scalp and down her spine, as she began to move him in and out. Moaning along with him as his hips twitched.
“You feel so good, baby. Like that, yesss…”

  Encouraged, and knowing what he liked, she eased back and focused on the head before pushing forward to take as much of his cock as she could before he bumped against the back of her throat. Repeating that a few times had his fingers adjusting for a better grip on her hair just before he started to guide her movements.

  “You ready?” he asked, working his cock in and out as she moaned her encouragement, digging her nails into her wrist to fight the urge to touch him. With the next thrust he pressed against her throat, and she swallowed just as he slid all the way. Nose to his hard stomach, she focused on the feeling of his fingers in her hair, the sharp light of pain where her nails dug into her arm, and swallowed again and again. “Fuck!”

  He growled, pulling back enough to allow her a sip of air before he was in her throat again, rocking his hips back and forth to feed her his full length as saliva pooled in her mouth, easing his movements. Letting go was an exercise in trust, an ode to the relationship they’d built together, where they were equal partners in life but she could still submit to his dominance. Just thinking about how he controlled her ability to breathe with each surge of his cock down her throat, delirious with each new breath she ripped into her lungs, had her squirming. Thighs pressed together as her clit pulsed, and her cunt grew as wet as her mouth.

  Bryant pushed deep, groaning above her as he finally said what she wanted to hear. “Hands.”

  Permission. She had to wait for him to ease back from her throat, feeling bruised as she swallowed, but it just turned her on further as she stroked up his thighs. Cupping his balls to squeeze gently, listening to him gasp and moan above her. She stroked at the base of his cock as he continued to work it between her lips, only occasionally pushing himself back into her throat. Just before she was sure he’d spill into her waiting mouth, he pulled back completely, and she whined. “Bryant!”

  He laughed as he pulled her up from the floor, grabbing her around the waist to toss her onto the bed where she bounced and glared at him. “Naughty girl, that’s not how you talk to me right now, is it?”

  “I wanted to taste you!”

  Pulling the drawer open on the bedside table, he snagged a condom and then flipped her to her stomach. One strong hand on her thigh, he pushed her legs apart, planting his knees between them just before he spanked her ass hard. A bright flash of pain that instantly turned into a hunger for more. “You did get to taste me, Phee. Now move up.”

  “You know I wanted you to come in my mouth,” she whined, and was rewarded with another sharp spank as she crawled forward on the bed.

  “Does it matter if that’s what you wanted?” His voice was a purr against her back as he nipped her skin, grinding himself against her ass, still slick with her saliva. Fist in her hair again, he bowed her head back. “Answer.”

  “No, sir,” she said through the strain on her throat, panting when he released her to spread her knees farther apart. One stroke of his fingers through her folds and she was pleading against the sheets.

  “That’s right, baby. You stand by my side out there, but in here you’re all mine. Isn’t that right?” he asked as he toyed with her clit, making her hips lift.

  “Yes, sir, yes… please fuck me? Please?”

  Another low laugh as he pulled his hand back and delivered a series of spanks across her ass that turned her skin from warm to blistering in a matter of moments. The sound of tearing foil had her whimpers quiet in a moment, twisting to watch him roll the condom on, that devious grin on his lips as he caught her looking. Slowly stroking from head to base, he nudged her thighs farther apart and leaned over her. “Beg for it, baby.”

  “Please, sir! Please, please, I need you.” Tilting her hips back she stilled when she felt his cock brushing against her, teasing as he slid in just a little before backing up. “Please, please fuck me, I—”

  One long thrust and he was buried to the hilt, so deep in this position as he braced a palm on her lower back and pinned her so she just had to accept it. Bryant groaned and thrust again, harder, and his cock nailed her g-spot making her moan louder as she buried her face in the sheets. “Fuck, yes,” he growled, bracing his other hand by her ribs so he could move faster.

  All she could do was lift her hips the tiniest bit to meet each deliciously punishing thrust, crying out as he pushed her closer and closer to another orgasm. Their bodies moving together as he bent one of her knees higher on the bed to hit even deeper. They both moaned together, and she reveled in the heat of him as he pressed her into the bed with his weight. Lips trailed up her shoulder, nudging her hair out of the way so he could nip her neck, kissing as he held her exactly where he wanted her. “Yes, please, sir, please…”

  “You’re going to take it, and not come until I tell you.” The growl against her ear was mind-melting, especially when combined with the wicked friction between her thighs. His hard cock nailing her g-spot again and again as she soaked the bed beneath her.

  “Yes, sir, I just—” Pleading broken by a gasped moan, she started to whine because the orgasm was so close. Gripping around him, drawing him deeper as he pressed her to the bed, one hand between her shoulder blades. Each perfect drive fanning the flames until her clit was pulsing with the need to come under him. Devolved pleas spilled from her lips into the sheets as he rocked deep, in and out, over and over.

  “Come for me, baby, come on.” The words were permission and the final nudge over the edge that she needed to let go, her entire body tightening until the fire took over and she screamed her joy into the bed. Pinned down in ecstasy as he groaned and forced himself as deep as he could go, cock kicking as his body shuddered against hers to join her in orgasm. Half-delirious, she could only hear her harsh breaths in her ears as he wrapped his arm under her hips and rolled them to their sides, keeping himself locked deep inside her.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned, panting as he draped one of her legs over his thigh to spread her. When his hand slid down to her clit she bucked, too sensitive, but he started to stroke her anyway, his cock rocking in and out with each twitch of her hips.

  “Hands,” he growled against her ear, and she realized she’d wrapped her hand around his wrist, subtly trying to pull him away. Forcing herself to let go, he intensified the friction. Rubbing her harder as she trembled, whimpering, and he nuzzled against the side of her head. “I say when we’re done, baby, and I want to hear you come again.”

  “Can’t.” She managed the one word as he pressed his hips against her ass and continued tormenting her clit with crippling pleasure.

  “I think you can do it, Phee. Come on, once more.” It could have been the way he spoke directly against her ear, or the way he kissed so gently down her throat, in direct contrast with the intense ecstasy he was pulling from below, but she finally felt another orgasm. Brutal, overwhelming, and glorious as her body bowed and gripped him. Her mind evaporating in the aftermath in a wash of white light and incredible bliss.

  She surfaced to his kiss, a hum of warmth as they lay wrapped in each other. Smiling against his lips, she stretched a little. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, baby. So fucking much.” He kissed her again, a little more commanding, like he was staking a claim, and she reveled in it. They belonged to each other, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

  When they settled back against each other, enjoying the mid-afternoon escape, she dragged his arm higher on her ribs so she could hug him against her. “Parks is going to be so proud of you, Bryant.”

  “Yeah?” he asked, and she smiled where he couldn’t see her, because she knew how much the older man’s guidance had meant after he’d stumbled into the resistance as a teen.

  “Absolutely. He didn’t have you at the forefront of the resistance for no reason, and he wouldn’t choose you for his cabinet if he didn’t trust you completely.” Turning to look up at him, she ran her hand over his cheek. “For you to take this on… what else could he be except proud?”

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p; “I just hope this is the right choice, Phee. It’s going to be hard for both of us.”

  She huffed, avoiding a straight-out laugh as she laid back down. “You’ve been doing this for years, Bryant. I’m the one that has to learn to keep her mouth shut in public.”

  “I’ll help you with the political bullshit, baby. It’s just a lot of smiling at people you actually hate.”

  “Oh, that’s all? I did that for years as a waitress.” She grinned as she felt him laugh against her back.

  “Well, then maybe you could teach me a thing or two. No one has ever tipped me after a meeting.”

  Laughing with him, she sunk into the warmth of his strong embrace. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you all my tricks, but I do have to admit that Regan has always said I get my tips from swishing my ass around.”

  A sharp spank had her gasping as Bryant leaned close. “There will be no ass swishing from you, or me, when it comes to politics.”

  “Probably a good idea,” she conceded, unable to wipe the grin off her face as he held her close and hummed an agreement against her shoulder.

  13

  Nine Months Later

  “We can’t react with a show of force to every possible threat!” Bryant shouted, but he wasn’t even finished before Easton started shouting.

  “This is a legitimate security concern!”

  “You say everything is a legitimate concern,” Bryant snapped.

  “Report out, Easton,” Parks interrupted the argument, sounding tired.

  “The groups outside the new justice building have been forming protest lines at the two entrances, some even throwing objects as personnel enter the building.”

  “I thought the police were heading up the transfer of prisoners,” Adam Davis added, and Easton huffed.

  “They don’t throw shit when the cops are present, but they’re intimidating the judges, the clerks, the lawyers, hell, the fucking cleaning crew can’t get inside without people shouting. Not to mention, there are two distinct groups that keep showing up.”