I sat down on the bed and put the phone on speaker.
“Ok, I’m back.”
I shook the paper out skimming over the print under the huge half page picture of Anthony and me at the library event.
Governor and mystery woman attend social event to try and save downsizing of library due to cut backs. The stunning brunette was a mystery to all in attendance. Could this be the end of Julia Whitley Wilmington and the Governor’s engagement?
Enquiring minds want to know…
“Great, just what I need. Enquiring minds want to know… Not a good thing for a girl who’s a hooker.”
“You’re not a hooker anymore.”
“No, now I’m Cinder-fuckin-rella-”
“Get off the phone,” Anthony growled from the doorway.
Oh shit, this isn’t good.
“Got to go, girlie. I’ll talk to you later.”
I could already feel my heart beginning to race as I watched him turn and lock the door.
“When you chew on your bottom lip because I make you nervous, it makes my cock hard.”
He dropped his pants and sat in my make-up chair. “Get over here, now.”
I was glad that we could be spontaneous due to the fact that we had both been tested and I was on birth control.
I got up dropping my robe and made my way over to him. I ran my fingers up and down my slit making sure that I was wet enough and positioned myself over him sinking slowly down on all nine and a half inches of pure pleasure. I sucked in air through my teeth as I tossed my head back, riding him up and down. The man felt good. Oh, so damn good. His teeth grazed over my nipple as his hands guided my hips up and down.
“We are so good together little dove.”
His fingers made their way between my legs encircling my hardened clit. “Come for me baby. I want to watch that beautiful face of yours.”
I bucked backwards crying out as a wave of pleasure coursed through me curling my toes. As soon as I climaxed he bit my breast and growled viciously, “Ride. My. Cock!” I could feel him throbbing in me as he threw his head back moaning. He was right, we were good together.
I let my head fall down on his shoulder and murmured, “We need to talk.”
“So talk, little dove.”
“Like this?”
“Why not? It’s pillow talk.” He teased nipping at my ear.
I pulled one his tricks and raised my head up, taking his chin and making him look at me. “What if somebody figures out that I’m a hooker?”
“Number one, you’re not a hooker. And number two, God help anybody that fucks with you.” His whole face took on a dark shadow and I found myself feeling sorry for anyone who might attempt coming after me.
“Julia is not going to let you go. We were in the paper.”
“You underestimate me, get up.” I watched as he shuffled in to my bathroom with his pants still around his ankles and cleaned up.
I walked behind him, I wasn’t done with this conversation.
Geez, when did we get this comfortable with one another?
“Anthony, I’m not convinced that I am safe. If the sharks smell blood they will start circling.”
I watched as he zipped his pants, looped his belt, and brushed his shirt sleeve off as he buttoned it. He eyed me with a mixture of sincerity and danger. “I’ve been doing this a long time and I can assure you that anyone who comes after my property, comes after me and we have already been over this, I know how to take care of what belongs to me.” He raised a sardonic brow as he spoke, “Are you doubting my ability to protect what’s mine?”
“Anthony, I may belong to you for the next year, but I belong to me forever.”
I felt small as he looked down on my smaller stature and spoke. “You let me deal with the sharks. Even sharks have to worry about their biggest predator.”
“And what is that Anthony?”
“Mankind, my little dove, mankind.”
I made my way back over to the bed still debating about my safety in shark infested waters.
Julia
Julia sobbed at the kitchen table as her Mother listened to her daughter’s plight.
“I can’t believe this Mother—look at it! Right there on the front page of the social section and she’s beautiful. I hate her.”
“I know darling, I know. We will get through this dear, you have other prestigious suitors. There’s always that surgeon who’s so enamored with you.”
Julia looked at her mother with a look that could kill.
“Let’s be honest Mother, no one but the Governor can give me the prestige of nationwide notoriety. This man has the capability of catapulting us into fame status. Are you telling me that you are willing to give that up?”
Julia’s mother sat in the chair preparing her battle plan. She hadn’t thought about what her daughter had said until now and she was right, neither woman had any intention of letting the only chance that they had of nationwide social status slip through their fingers. They needed to get some dirt on this little vixen, and they needed to get it now.
Julia sat eyeing the women at the table. Though this appeared to be a casual brunch between girl friends to unsuspecting onlookers, this was not the case.
Julia Whitley Wilmington did nothing just for the sake of doing it. If the truth were known, people would be shocked by the motives in Julia’s heart. To put it simply, she would have been the perfect politician’s wife, she was always working an angle.
She half-heartedly listened to the chatter at the table, when all of a sudden something that was said struck her interest and she paid a bit more attention.
Of course it was the lifelong nemesis of Julia’s that had the insensitivity to bring the subject up. But if the truth were known every woman at the table had been waiting on pins and needles for someone to be brave enough to mention it.
“Talk about gorgeous; has anyone seen the social section today? Julia, as bad as I feel about bringing it up, it really needs to be addressed.”
“And you are just the one to bring it up, aren’t you Delia?”
Delia continued talking as if she hadn’t heard Julia. She was one of the few brave enough to stand up to Julia.
“There is no telling how long those two have been seeing each other.”
Intrusive memories of the look that the Governor had on his face when Talia had entered the event the proceeding evening flashed to the forefront of Julia’s mind. She could never remember a time that he had looked at her like that. He had been mesmerized with the woman and it had been plainly evident.
“Do you think that she is after his money?” one of the women chimed in, not asking anyone particular. She continued when the women eyed her as if she had three heads.
“Oh come on, give me a break, we see it all the time. We just don’t talk about it. Don’t chastise me, I just said what we are all thinking and no one else has the nerve to say. Why would a woman who looks like that work her way into a high profile social event? We know nothing about her, she appeared out of nowhere. Anyone knows that you don’t work your way into our social circle, you’re born into it. ”
All the girls looked at each other shaking their heads in agreement.
Julia listened intently, after all this was her future husband’s mistress that the women were discussing. That is how Julia saw her, as nothing more than a bump in the road mistress.
It had been the purpose of Julia attending the luncheon, she wanted to gauge just what people’s thoughts were about this beautiful mystery woman. This woman who had wormed her way into Anthony’s life. There were too many unanswered questions. Where did he meet her? What sort of family did she come from? More importantly than that, what skeletons did she have hanging around?
Julia would spend as much time and money as it took to find Talia’s Achilles tendon and take her down.
“Well maybe she wants to maintain her freedom,” Donna continued. “God knows, when you marry for money, or prestige, you subject yourself to the
blinding glare of a spotlight.”
“You would know Donna, because you are married to ‘Sturgeon the surgeon.’”
The women finished the last part of the sentence in unison together. It had become an ongoing joke between them. Donna took it light-heartedly. These girls had been friends since high school.
They had all grown up with wealth and prestige, and they all carried on the tradition of marrying into wealth and prestige. Yes, you could take the girl out of the country club, but you could not take the country club out of the girl.
It wasn’t so much that they were marrying for money, any of these four women could hold their own in the business world. They were all graduates of Ivy League Universities. The fact was, they were just as concerned about their images. Far be it from any of these ladies to marry beneath their social status. They in turn would pass the torch on to their daughters. They would give them college educations, educations that the mere middle income bracket of society’s blue collar population covets.
They would also pass on the wisdom that one needs when dealing with wealth and prestige. The two prevalent rules that go along with being in the public eye; never show your emotions and always project the illusion that all is well. Regardless whether it was, or not.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Governor Anthony Johnson
Governor Anthony Johnson ran his hands through his straight dark hair. Unlike his other colleagues who tended to be in their sixties and of a staunch, gruff demeanor, Anthony was in his forties, extremely good looking, and not so darn stuffy. He eyed his assistant as he spoke.
“Now Carl, your job description is to assist, not mother me. My extracurricular activities are none of your business.”
Carl sat eyeing his boss with his normal demeanor, that of a nosey, nerdy, irritating, but highly effective assistant. Carl looked like the perfect definition of a nerd and he had the brains to go with it. Even more than those personality traits, Carl was sneaky. He was very good at the job of keeping his boss’s squeaky clean image intact and he, unlike others knew all of the Governor’s deep, dark secrets.
Anywhere you saw Anthony, you saw Carl. It had been an ongoing joke for years that Carl was stuck so far up his boss’s ass that dislodging him was impossible. Carl knew that the only reason anyone would want to sever his closeness with the Governor would be to take his job, and that was not going to happen.
Though to look at Carl your perception would be that he was a wimp. In all reality Carl was one of the sneakiest, most conniving, and underhanded assistants to have ever graced the doors of the Governor’s mansion. It was the reason that the Governor had hired him. Carl had an un-dying loyalty to Governor Anthony Johnson and nothing, or no one was going to get in between him and the Governor.
“I beg to differ, Mr. Governor. I am hired to maintain your squeaky clean image. PR is what I do. Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, what is it about this hooker that so intrigues you?”
Anthony cut his hazel eyes at his assistant. “She is not a hooker and I do mind you asking. Now drop it!”
Carl quickly lowered his eyes and whined, “I’m sorry.” His demeanor immediately changed, almost as if he were submitting to the Governor’s wish.
The Governor stood his ground. “That is fine Carl just remember your place, you work for me.”
Though Governor Anthony Johnson had the charisma and charm that it took to get into office, he also had the backbone to stand up to anyone who tried to cross the boundaries that he had set. He was a good Governor. He worked hard for the State and hard for the people, but as far as he was concerned his personal life was off limits.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Talia
My body flinched as the warm honey made its way down the apex of my V between my thighs, and into the mouth of my lover. He flattened his tongue out lapping up the sticky sweet substance.
I groaned, pulling against the restraints that he had me bound with. Four simple silk scarves held me captive. I was surprised at how strong those silk scarves were. How they tightened with each anguishing pull that I made each time that I teetered on the edge of satisfaction; only to be left with an aching unsatisfied hunger.
He had been tormenting me for hours with his touch, his fingers, his tongue, even his cock had been culprit to my torture. Tears streamed down my face as I begged for release from the man who was showing no mercy to my plight.
I struggled to lift my head to view him as he made his way to the head of the table. He pulled my head back by a handful of hair that he had grabbed as he coldly looked down on me.
“Suck that honey off of my cock,” he mandated. I greedily took him into my mouth with hopes that I could convince him to finally allow me the release that I so desperately needed. His thrusts began going deeper until he touched the back of my throat and the feeling of fear that I wouldn’t be able to catch my breath engulfed me. The fear, as it always did, only worked as an aphrodisiac to race through my system. Luring me to go deeper into the dark abyss with my lover.
He pulled his cock out with a popping noise and began threatening me. “I may leave you tied here all night. I’m very displeased with the fact that you manage to sneak out of my bed every night, your place is with me.”
“I’m sorry. Please Anthony, please,” I begged as tears rolled down my cheeks. “I can’t take this anymore, I need to come.”
“I need my property in my bed at night and yet she manages to sneak away. Do you think that I’m not aware of why you’re trying to escape me? Do you think I don’t know that you are holding parts of yourself back from me?”
“Tony, please!”
I watched as a sardonic brow rose and he questioned, “Tony?”
“Owner, Master, whatever you want. I’ll call you whatever you want me to. I’ll sleep where you want me to. I’ll do any fucking thing that you want me to do, please just let me come!”
His eyes were as cold as ice that was set in his skull eyeing me with indifference; arctic blue cubes that held me in place with a simple stare.
“I’m well aware that you will do anything that I ask you to do and I’m also well aware that you will suffer the consequences when you don’t. You’ll be sleeping cuffed to my bed tonight.”
I shook my head frantically agreeing to his mandate of discipline. I needed to be fucked and I would have agreed to another year of the contract if he asked.
Suddenly as if a light went off he cocked his head to the side and said, “I want a six month extension on my contract. Can you do that for me?”
I hesitated and he made his way back down to the end of the table. He slowly slid his middle finger into me and began pulling it back towards him.
“This is not fair!” I screamed.
“Are you not aware of the old adage, all’s fair?”
I screamed out, “Not fair!”
He bent down lapping his tongue over my clit, nibbling, licking, even going so far as to gently bite just to the point of pain before I screamed out, “Yes!” I have fallen even deeper into the dark pit of my lover’s abyss yet once again.
He made his way around the table removing my bonds and yanking me down to the edge of it. He positioned my legs over his shoulders pushing into me and rubbing my clit until orgasm after orgasm rolled through my body weakening me to his will yet once again.
I was captive to this man in more ways than one. Much more than a contract held me bound to the Governor.
I awoke handcuffed just as Anthony had promised. I looked up to view of him standing over me eyeing me as he put one of his cufflinks on.
“Let me go, Anthony. I need coffee.”
He reached down and picked up an extension to the contract, saying nothing.
“You can’t be serious!”
“Do I not look serious?”
“Give me the fucking paper,” I growled.
I watched as a dark shadow crossed over his face but I didn’t back down.
He leaned down unlocked the cuffs allowing me to si
gn the extension before I all but threw it back at him. He gently laid the pen and paper down and viciously grabbed a fistful of my hair by the roots. I jumped completely caught off guard. I glared at him from my peripheral vision due to the angle of my head.
He licked at a tear that escaped my eye rolling down my face. His nose was right against mine as he spoke in more of an animalistic growl, “I. Will. Never. Let. You. Go.” His voice seemed to suddenly switch octaves with no effort on his part whatsoever. “I wish I had the time to flip your ass over on all fours and fuck you like a wild animal.”
I could see the hardening of his cock through his tailor made pants and I knew that his domination of me was exciting him.
“Don’t ever let my high society status fool you into thinking that I am not ruthless. When it comes to you my little dove, I will stop at nothing to keep you.” He leaned down whispering into my ear, “Let’s just say that it’s my twisted form of love.”
He tossed me away and turned exiting the door with an air of confidence that only men in high positions obtain. The Governor had developed an obsession for me, a very dangerous obsession.
His next words were tossed over his shoulder—leaving no room for choice on my part.
“Remember love that we have a black tie event this weekend at my mother’s. Your gown will be delivered and wearing anything besides what I chose is not an option.”
“It never is Mr. Control freak.”
“I heard that.”
I mockingly bobbed my head from side to side for emphasis as I answered, “I don’t care.”
I wondered if Mr. tall, dark, and demanding liked the fact that I was the only woman who didn’t fall at his feet and declare undying loyalty for the mere morsel of the notoriety that accompanied being with him. I could care less about any of that fleeting bullshit—this was about one thing and one thing only: getting a degree and never having to hustle again.
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