by Carly White
“That’s kind of sad Mr. Billings, because it has only been a few days. But a man like you has many options to keep your mind off of things I would assume.”
“There is that fire again. Let me get you another drink and you can tell me about my options.”
“With me? There are none.”
“I don’t hear no very often.”
“I bet you don’t, but now you have.”
“Are you always this hostile with the donors?”
I turned red. I wasn’t trying to be hostile, but he had turned my brain to mush and it felt like I should say something about it. Did he know how much I had thought about him or wished that I had done more that night in the bathroom? Maybe just a kiss would let me get him off of my mind.
“I’m sorry Sir. I don’t know what has gotten into me. Maybe I shouldn’t have another drink. The Senator thanks you for your contribution.”
“So what is it with you two?”
“What do you mean?”
He gestured over to Steve who was looking at me in such a way again. I told him it was the dresses fault and he just kind of chuckled.
“I bet that you could walk around here in a potato sack and still make the same impression.”
I laughed with him from the mental image. “You are too kind Sir. Thank you for the drink.”
I started to walk away and he stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Say my name Maggie.”
“George. Thank you George for the dress and helping me out the other night.”
He shivered visibly and I had a moment of naughtiness run through me. Moving closer to him, I put my ear to his lips and said his name low and like I would in the midst of passion. When I pulled away, he was slack-jawed and I laughed at the face he made. Taking the drink from me, he took a sip. “You’re right not to drink at these things because you are dangerous.”
I giggled and took the drink back, walking away. I didn’t look back, even though I wanted to very badly. There was no way that I wouldn’t regret it in the morning, but he wasn’t even on my radar. He was so far above it, it really didn’t matter.
The Senator called me over to a group of men and I moved to say hello as he introduced them. They were all very nice, but I still caught myself looking for George in the crowd. Excusing myself from the men, I went upstairs to the bathroom and dabbed my face with water. I was overheated from the champagne and I just needed a few minutes to myself.
There was a knock and for a moment I just knew that it was George. I opened the door, but it was the Senator instead.
“Sir, did you need something?”
He pushed his way into the room and shut the door hard behind him. He had been drinking again, I could tell from the look in his eyes and he didn’t say anything as he advanced towards me. “Sir?”
“It’s Steve that I want to hear you calling out Maggie, Steve.”
Calling out? The hairs went up on the back of my neck and his intentions became clear as he took in the rise and fall of my breasts. He was practically licking his lips and I felt coldness run through my body. The last thing I had been expecting was to deal with him like that.
“Senator, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
He moved closer and I backed up until I felt the marble sink behind me. He kept advancing and I cried out when he grabbed my arm. He was stronger than I could have imagined and it hurt, the grip he had on me. “Stop Steve, you are hurting me.”
“This is what you want, it has to be. Look at the way you are dressed.”
It all came back to the dress and I wanted to curse it. I pushed back, my hands feeling tiny on his chest and when his lips moved to mine, I couldn’t stop him. His lips felt cold against me and I bit his lip to get him away. He pulled back and slapped me across the face. “You stupid little bitch.”
He came back towards me and I screamed as loud as I could. I wasn’t trying to get anyone to help me, but to scare him long enough to get away. It didn’t happen that way. He actually seemed to like me yelling and he just laughed as he came closer. I had been so wrong about the man and I knew then that I had messed up badly.
“Steve, stop. You’re drunk and you are not thinking clearly.”
As he came closer I started to yell, but he just yelled with me. “No one can hear you Maggie, no matter how loud you scream. They are all down there having a good time and that is what we should be doing. You work too hard.”
I started to cry, the tears burning my face as he came closer. The sink was hard against my back and then he hauled me up on the sink. I tried one last time to get away, kicking him as hard as I could in his stomach. It only seemed to make him madder and his arm came back to strike me again.
“Touch her again Senator and there will be hell to pay.”
Steve squinted at the tall man in the doorway. As he moved back, I ran towards the door and then passed the man standing there. George was there with flashing dark eyes and I didn’t want him to see me crying. I wanted to thank him, but no words came out. I was stuck, no wanting to go downstairs in front of all those people. Steve was yelling that I was fired and it literally couldn’t get any worse. I didn’t want to break down, but I knew I was going to. It had been too much and my mind needed time to think of it all.
“Maggie? Here let me help you.”
I was sitting at the top of the steps. The dress was ripped and I couldn’t go downstairs without showing off more of my body than I wanted to. There was nothing I could do and I didn’t know where the Senator was.
Looking up at George, his pity made it even worse. “I’m fine George. Why don’t you go back to your party? I called a cab. Do you have a back exit so that I can get out of here without everyone seeing me like this? Please.”
He bent down and touched my cheek. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up Maggie. I won’t have you taking a cab. When you are ready to go, I will take you wherever you want to go.”
I kind of laughed bitterly. I needed to go back to Ohio and find another job. It was going to be close to impossible by the way things had ended with my first job. But at the moment, I really just wanted to wash the feel of him off of my skin and cover myself up better.
I let him help me up and followed him further down the hallway to his room.
Chapter 8
George sent me into his closet after he washed the bit of blood off of my face. Steve had split my eyebrow when he hit me and I could already tell it was going to swell. It hurt too bad not to. I had never been hit by a man before and it was not what I had expected. He was so much stronger than I would have given him credit for, but it seemed like I had been wrong about so many things. I had been horribly wrong about my boss, the great Senator that I now hoped never made it to the presidency. Our country could do better and there was no way to separate the man, from the deeds.
“Thanks George. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come in.”
“By the looks of it, you would have stopped the Senator from having any more children.”
He was trying to make me laugh, to lighten the mood and while I appreciated it, it was hard to laugh when my face hurt. Grinning and then grimacing, I saw a moment of fury in his eyes.
“Let’s find you something to wear, shall we?”
“Please, nothing too revealing.”
George had a solemn look on his face and I wondered what he was thinking. Opening the closet, he gave me one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. I looked at him kind of strange, my eyes questioning his choices.
“Take a shower and you will start to feel better. I will send someone out to find you something appropriate to wear. I don’t want you to have to go down there and worry about him. He’s been asked to leave. Just take a hot shower and I will bring you up something when you are done.”
I wanted to ask him to stay, but I couldn’t get the words out. Instead I pulled him back to me and kissed him softly on his lips. “Thank you.”
***
The shower felt amazing and
I was almost feeling better about everything until I got in front of the mirror and seen my face. It was swelled to twice the size and my head was killing me. Walking out of the bathroom in the clothes he had given me, I walked right into what must have been his bedroom. I called his name, but he didn’t show up. Looking around, I saw a couple of pictures of a smiling boy that looked a lot like George. After a time, I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. The pounding in my head stopped as I drifted off to sleep, trying more than anything to forget about what had happened. There were so many loose ends to tie up, but in the end, I just needed some sleep.
I didn’t wake up till the next morning, the light streaming in the windows. I looked over and saw George sleeping on top of the covers. It gave me a few minutes to look at him with him unaware. His face was calm and more handsome than I remembered. I tried to move quietly out of the bed, pushing the covers away that he had covered me with.
“Good morning Maggie.”
I looked back a little shyly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I was just going to get a taxi or something. I can’t thank you enough for last night.”
He sat up still in his clothes from the night before, like he had been protecting me. I wanted to ask about what happened to the Senator, but I knew that it didn’t matter. I was fired and that was that.
“Well at least have some breakfast and pick something out to wear.” He gestured towards several bags that were on the floor. He really had sent someone out to help me get something to wear. It was too much, he was too much and I didn’t know how to thank him. There were no words to fully encapsulate what I felt for him.
Moving towards the bags, I found a pair of jeans and a shirt to wear. It wasn’t really my style, but it fit better than his clothes that swamped around me. They smelled like him though and I didn’t want to take them off. I wanted to keep them as a reminder, sure that I wouldn’t see him again, but instead I folded them up on the sink in the bathroom before I went back out. He was already up and had breakfast waiting. We talked for a while before he called me a car to take me to the airport. I kissed him once, quickly before I left and I knew that whatever happened next, I would always remember him.
***
I got back home and Ana was surprised to see me. I gave her a rundown of what had happened and though she looked shocked, I knew that she had seen it coming. I had seen it coming too, if I hadn’t been so full of myself. It never was my writing that got me the job, just the pretty face. I figured my career in politics was over and maybe that was just as well. It seemed that I wasn’t cut out for what was involved with it.
Through the next week I couldn’t stop thinking about George. I no longer had anything to remember him by except the memory of his lips on mine. As I started looking for work in my field, it became clear that I had been black-balled from every other candidate. It looked like I was going to be back to writing speeches for small town mayors, but at least I still had my dignity.
Getting back home after another day of being turned away like a leper, I called out to Ana who should have been home. The door was unlocked and it made me wonder where she was. She was always good about locking up after she left. “Ana? Are you here?”
“She will be back in a little while. I hope you don’t mind, she let me in and told me to wait.”
Stopping just inside, I couldn’t believe who it was. “George? What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk.”
I looked down at my suit and smoothed it down nervously. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Us.”
I was confused. “Us?”
“Sounds good doesn’t it?”
It did, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “I don’t understand George.”
He sighed and moved towards me. “I can’t get you out of my mind Maggie. There should be an us. I have spent all this time running around with women and never once did I wake up next to one still clothed. Hell, I don’t remember wanting to wake up next to any of them.”
I remember being with him for those short moments and I had felt something to. I had felt something the first time I saw him and everything since then just made me love him even more. I paused with the thought and though it hadn’t been said out loud, it affected me the same way. There was no denying how I felt about him any longer.
“So, I thought that there should be an us.”
“What makes you think that I want you in the same way George?”
“A man just knows.”
As he got closer to me, my heart started to slam in my chest. Here I was worried about a job and a career, when all the time, the only thing that moved me to silence was him. He stopped right in front of me, so close he would touch me if he only leaned in. I looked up at him, waiting for him to kiss me, dying for it.
“Are you feeling better?”
His hand went to my face, turning it to see the last of the black eye that I had. I nodded that I was fine, finding it hard to meet his gaze. “Can I kiss you?”
I’d never been asked before and I didn’t answer, just moved up to my tiptoes to reach his face. Our lips touched softly and I moaned as my arms went around his neck. He tasted too good to deny and I was lost in his touch. It was only when I hear the door opening behind me that I remembered what I was doing.
I pulled George to my room and I forgot about how small it was compared to his own. Shutting the door behind me, I moved back for more, pulling him down into the bed with me. It was all I had thought about for weeks and even after I thought I would never see him again. It was still all that I thought about.
He took over, pushing me into the mattress with his hard body. My legs opened to let him in between my legs and I groaned with the feel of him against me. George pulled back slightly panting, waiting for me to look at him. When he stopped touching me I did. “Is there an us?”
I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t even think, let alone talk. Instead I sat up and pulled my shirt off over my head, my hands going to my pants. “You talk too much George. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
His dark eyes swept over my body and he stopped me when my arms went back to unhook my bra. He pulled them down and moved to kiss me again. I could tell he wanted to prolong it, while all I could think about was the feel of him on top of me, pressing against me in such a way that I craved more than anything for him to be inside of me.
I pulled him down to me, my hips trying to push him to the same frenzy that I felt. Our lips mashed together, tongues moving against each other, but I wanted more, needed more than just his touch. I lifted up to grind against him, my thighs opened wide and only a small pair of panties was left to cover my core. He left my lips and moved down to my neck, licking and sucking his way to my breasts. Pulling down the bra with a jerk, my tits jiggled enticingly in front of him. I cried out with the feel of his lips wrapping around the tip. I felt frenzied and I just needed him. “Please George. I’ve waited weeks for you. I need you now.”
The grinding on him finally seemed to work and he pulled back to undo his own need. Pulling my panties to the side, I felt the hard cockhead pressing against me. I was so wet that he slid an inch in just from the slight pressure and I whimpered out as my eyes closed. Jerking harder on my pink panties, I heard them rip and then more pressure on my wet heat.
When he just stayed poised on top of me, I looked up, my eyes questioning him. “Please tell me there is an us Maggie. Not just once, but always.”
My hips lifted up and I slid him an inch more inside, squeezing him tightly. He made a strangled cry, but still wouldn’t give me what I needed. Growing frustrated, I pushed him away. As he got off of me, I moved to make him go to his back. I needed to feel him inside of me that instant and I didn’t need all those questions. We had talked enough as far as I was concerned.
Climbing onto his lap, he held me close as our lips met. I opened my thighs to straddle him and when I felt his hard rod below me, I sank down onto him, gasping with the sudden fullness. Looking d
own at our bodies joined, I ground harder, making sure every last inch was inside of me before I encircled his neck and started moving on top of him. My eyes closed with the pleasure and I moaned into his mouth as I slowly rode him. His muscles were taut under my fingers and I could feel him tensing with each slam down.
It had been too long and never had I felt that way. Before long, I was gasping as I pushed myself to an orgasm. My nails dug into his shoulders and I moaned his name into his ears, over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure took over. “Yes George. Oh God, yes!”
I shook above him and I was left unable to move. All energy was gone and with my release came an overwhelming powerless feeling. I kissed the side of his face and started to move off of him. “Are you done now?”
I nodded my head and then squealed as he slammed me down into the mattress. The movement took my breath away, but no worse than when he pushed back into my wetness. I heard him growl and then all I could feel was his thick meat pushing back in. My tightness clenched him as he pushed deeper, sidling up to my womb with his massive cock. He felt so fucking good. I was ready to explode.
When I did and begged him for a minute, he ignored me, slamming in over and over again. I was melting underneath him, my muscles sore from tightening up so hard. “George, please!”
I was coming again and the words were lost with his kiss. He rutted into me several more times before he too groaned loud and I felt the first shot of his steamy cum. It burned my insides and pushed me over an edge that I had teetered at for what felt like days. It had been minutes, but it was all I had needed. He was all I had needed. Clinging to his neck, I pulled him down for another kiss as he jerked inside of me. I didn’t want to let him go, but he finally pulled out and lay down next to me. He was out of breath and it made me feel a little bit better. At least I was not the only one that had seen stars.
“There is definitely an us George. Definitely”
THE END