Seduced By The Senator

by Alex Elliott

  “We broke the desk?” I ask in disbelief.

  “It’s not like the thing cracked. Just a few nuts and bolts came loose,” he replies in a stoic tone.

  Is this commonplace for him? The whole drive-by-sexing, I mean. With his hands on my hips, I can’t brush past him and I’m not sure that I want to, but meeting his mercurial green gaze isn’t something I relish at this moment when he’s just given me another screaming orgasm that blows all sex out of the water.

  “What now?”

  “Coffee or tea? I already prepped for my morning speeches. Do you eat breakfast? I’m starved.” He speaks as though what we engaged in is par for the course. Even though the media doesn’t portray him as a manwhore-politician, this guy most assuredly knows his way around a woman’s body. Bonus points that his bedroom history and activity isn’t a subject for discussion—but I get that he’s popular with women. Very popular and very private. He can dispute his bedroom mastery all he wants—he’s an expert and what he does, he didn’t learn from a how-to manual.

  “Coffee or tea. It doesn’t matter,” I reply, meeting his simmering gaze. He’s wearing a lopsided grin, staring back at me, and making me forget that us having sex is a mistake. “I don’t eat breakfast.”

  “Sounds like a challenge.” He leans forward, ghosting his lips across my shoulder. “I bet I can offer you something to make your mouth water.”

  “You’ve got a huge ego,” I reply, brushing away the loose tendrils of my hair that have escaped my braid. Good thing I didn’t bother with a chignon or worse, took time and straightened my hair. I should remember that this man ruins hairdos and then I grit my teeth, reminding myself—forget my hair—it’s only my reputation and his that require our immediate concern.

  “My ego would like to meet up with your incredible mouth—say tomorrow morning.” He tips up my chin, and plants a kiss on my lips. Backing off just a few inches, he asks, “So are you a brunch type or do you just hold out for lunch?”

  “Type? Come again?” I ask, forcing my face to remain impassive. “Just what types are you accustomed to?”

  “I don’t kiss and tell, sweetheart.” His eyes widen and his lopsided smile deepens. “No insult intended. Just trying to learn a little about you. You don’t mind do you?” He runs his smooth jaw along my cheek, dipping down to brush his lips along my collarbone.

  “No. But I have questions. And as you said we need to talk. I’m not searching for idle gossip.” My whole body tenses as I try and suppress the shiver breaking free. I’m wet and swollen between my legs, and I can’t believe I just let this man fuck me against a wall, on a desk, and come inside me. I fully understand, I’d better do what I came to do. Or, admit that the idea that I might possibly harness the power of our attraction is ludicrous—an easy to spot disaster.

  “Are you really interested in my past lovers?” he asks.

  “You have a very peculiar skill set. Wouldn’t you say, Senator Stone?”

  “Shit,” he hisses. “What exactly do you want to know? The names and addresses of the women I’ve fucked? What the hell would that get you?” He pulls me back to him, running his jaw along my own.

  “You said we needed to talk. And I need answers,” I force the words to come out in a steady stream as he kisses my neck. I curl my fingers over his sculpted biceps, and push him until we’re safely apart and I meet his heated gaze.

  “XS,” he murmurs. “I like your initials.”

  I gasp. “No one calls me that.”

  “No one shouts my name when I come inside them either. So maybe, we’re even.”

  Listening to him, my heart beats so hard it feels like my ribs are being battered. “We’re so not even, Stone.” I suck my lip between my teeth before continuing.

  “No? I guess you’re right.” He stares back at me, his pupils dilated, and he pulls me closer. So close but apart. “What are you doing to me?” he asks.

  “Me?” I stare across at him. My body is on fire, and between my legs pulsates, I’m hungry to climb on top of him, ride him all morning long until we’re both sated and sweaty. I shake my head, clearing the visual of us in bed. Before I do something incredibly foolish like kiss him, I say, “We need to come to an understanding.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Blinking Neon Lights

  “YES, WE do,” Stone agrees, stepping back and pulling up his trousers. “I want you. I’m going to have you.”

  “That’s not an understanding. That’s a threat,” I counter, curling upward.

  He smirks. “It’s the truth. Unless you’d like to stop this from ever happening again.”

  I rise off the desk, dressed in nothing more than heels, a bra, my garter, and another pair of tattered panties, but hell, I stalk toward him. “As a matter of fact, I think that would be best.”

  “Forget it. You aren’t serious.” He looks so sure of himself.

  I stare at him and bite out, “Oh but I am.”

  “You may think that, but that’s not what your body craves!” His eyes roam from my face down to my navel...and lower.

  “We can’t happen.” My voice starts to rise and I’m on the verge of shouting as I continue. “Regardless of what my body wants or not!”

  His gaze bounces up to mine as his brows draw together. “You’re scared.”

  “You’re full of it. I’m not...scared. This isn’t good for me and if you’re not going to come clean, then what’s the point?”

  “The point is, together when we fuck, it’s beyond anything I’ve ever done. There. Is that good enough? It doesn’t matter who either one of us have been with. Only that you agree to submit to me. I promise. Fuck, Xavia! I swear, I’ll take care of you.”

  I’m faltering. This is the checkmate point and he has me cornered by what I want. “This isn’t just about sex,” I whisper. “Us together—how we come together—is epically not good for you. Have you forgotten where you’re headed?”

  “Uh, let’s see. Hanging out in a hotel, on a campaign trail. Nope. I’m pretty sure, I’ve got it!”

  “God! Don’t play dumb. Not with something this serious!”

  “Look, can you just take it out of bitch mode? I’m not a moron.” He levels me with a menacing look yet holds back from grabbing me when I clearly see he wants to lay his hands on me, maybe even lay me over his lap.

  “No, generally speaking, you’re not. But with your dick making decisions, your campaign is going to self-destruct unless one of us sees the light!”

  “Light?” he repeats. “I see the light, baby. You’re mine. What we found last night, isn’t getting away from us until we’ve had our mutual fair share.”

  “Oh so, you’re fine with us going public...with what we have between us? I need to know what’s your plan, Senator!” I feel the untamed undertow of lust and anger roll off him in waves and it turns me on. This magnetic draw is pure crazy, seventeen shades of fucked up, and is exactly why I can’t agree to seeing him half-naked again.

  “Don’t get cute.” Bennett clenches his jaw, seeming to take a second to collect his thoughts as his gaze lowers to my bare pussy and his cock gets hard again. The skin over his face darkens and when he meets my gaze, his eyes are ready to shoot plumes of fire. “Let me run this by you. We fuck. It’s out of this world. We want to fuck some more. We are going to fuck some more and we’re going to do it for hours. Christ, for days. I’m going to show you what it means to be fucked to heaven and back. Every possible way. I’m going to own your mouth, your tits, your pussy, your ass, and everything in between. That sound more like a plan you can live with?”

  We’re standing so close our chests almost touch but boy what a dichotomy. Mine, half-naked and heaving, and his covered with a tailored shirt and tie, barely moving. “What part of the universe do you live in? Don’t you see ‘road to ruin’ in blinking neon lights where we’re concerned?”

  “I’m not a complete moron,” he replies and backs away, without a glance, and leaves me standing there. Floored.

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nbsp; I watch him walk to the bathroom, enter but he leaves the door open. Well, I’m not going to just remain here and I follow on his heels. I veer around the doorway and halt. He’s at the sink, wringing out a wash cloth and I observe him for several beats. As if I’m acting according to plan, he glances over and smiles darkly. “Yes?”

  “Fine you might not be a complete moron. But there isn’t any possible way you and I can work together without the benefit of plate glass between us. At all times.”

  He shakes his head, dropping his pants and boxers down to his knees, thereby fully freeing his semi-hard cock. His dick twitches and I gasp, meeting his dark gaze.

  “Care to come in and join me?” he asks, wearing his hallmark smirk.

  With a roll of my eyes as a reply, I hastily and awkwardly retreat to the other side of the doorway. He’s so exasperating but I can’t help appreciate the extent of how unguarded he comes across. Pants down around his ankles. Quirked lips. Smart-aleck mouth. A frisson of excitement runs through my body and I swallow, listening to him wash up. I hear the sound of his zipper and his belt buckle jangle, then more water, and finally silence. When I imagine it’s safe to chance a look, I peek around the corner, and Bennett moves away from the sink where he just wrung out a washcloth.

  “Go lay down,” he directs me.

  “First explain what do you have in mind,” I demand, needing some assurances given his propensity to do as he pleases.

  “Something that will relax you.” He picks up a clean towel, lifting his brow like I’m insane to question his direct order...again.

  “Can I do it with my clothes on?”

  He stops in front of me, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Don’t make the mistake of expecting me to explain my every intention where you’re concerned. God help us both, but you’ll learn to do as I say, the first time I say it.”

  Standing there, I’m staring at him. Speechless. “See what I mean? What kind of women are you used to?”

  I’m right back to feeling as if I’m ready to spit nails until he follows with, “Fuck, Kennedy! I’m only going to tidy you up. As much as I enjoy the thought of your pussy filled with my cum, I do realize it might make you uncomfortable to go around in that state. All. Day. Darling.”

  With the towel thrown over his shoulder, he walks past the doorway, towering over me. I digest his coarse message but there’s an appealing possessive quality to his voice...a tone that crawls under my skin. For once, his direction doesn’t feel overbearing. He tilts his head to the side and that one action coupled with the unveiled look in his glinting green eyes has a twinge flitting inside my chest.

  “This isn’t the first time you’ve washed a woman. Is it?” I ask, my own voice straining my vocal cords, and coming out as a croak.

  “No.” A muscle clicks at the corner of his jaw.

  One word. And it lands in my chest with a heavy thud. Why should I care if he’s washed a million women...but the fluttering in the pit of my stomach says otherwise. “Are you a Dom?”

  He looks down at me, the muscle along his jaw twitching faster. “Yes. I am.”

  I try to keep my eyes focused while all the ideas I constructed this morning come apart—shatter apart. If he’s a Dom...he wants me to be... his submissive. “You only want to wash me up?”

  “More than that. If you submit to me as your Dom, I’ll take care of all your needs. But that means, I own you completely. This isn’t a game. You will be mine. My property. I fully intend on possessing you, and I’m not about to let you get away.”

  The depth and weight his answer carries has my face heating and my mouth dry. I can feel myself unraveling. Before he understands how much power he wields, I turn on my heel, unwilling to let him see how much his admission affects me or how much I want to accept his offer.

  At the foot of the mattress, the nightstand comes into view. His cufflinks sit next to the lamp and I can’t flee from the confusion that I’m feeling. I slow, staring at the twinkling diamond links and it hits me: fuck, he’s so different on so many levels than any of the other guys I’ve dated. Yeah, none have wanted to own me. Huge. Difference.

  And worse, he’s the one who has me spinning. “You might be making more of a two-time fuck that’s just sex. I mean, how do you know I’m the...” I stop, unable to say the term ‘submissive’ aloud, “...the one for you?”

  “You think what we have is just about sex?”

  “Okay, good sex but only S-E-X. Have you ever made a mistake?”

  He stares at me. Unrelenting but he doesn’t do more than stare. “Little girl, this is worlds apart different than just regular good sex. I’m talking about giving yourself to me and letting me show you the extent of what sex can be. Give me complete control over your body and I’ll open a door to a realm, I promise will be what you’re searching for.”

  “What you’re proposing goes far, far into the realm of a universe I know nothing about other than if it involves you and me—it’s risky with a capital ‘R.’” Yet conversely, it’s that element of danger that’s tempting—us in bed is seismic. So far outside the box and has me torn in wanting what has the power to destroy me. Yeah, in short, us in a relationship embodies an adrenaline rush. I’ve tasted those—none to this extent, and none this unforgettable.

  “It’s only risky for people who don’t plan. X, I’m not going to spin out of control or allow you to either.”

  “Just what do you want me to do? With me?”

  “Trust me and lie down.” He gestures to the bed with the unmade sheets.

  The twisted covers resemble the disarray much like the one housed inside myself. “We barely know each other.”

  “Xavia, you’re wrong there,” he replies. “You’ll feel better if you learn that I’m in charge.”

  He stops next to me, his warm breath caressing my shoulder. To my amazement, when I gaze up at him, registering the subtle prickling that spreads over my skin, I nod not argue.

  “Overbearing much?” I say to him but the words lack an edge.

  “I won’t lie to you. I am. I’m not one to waste time. I’m willing to train you. If you let me.” He presses his fingers to the small of my back, steering me against the side of the bed. Bennett frowns, one that surfaces more in the narrowing of his eyes than in the tension of his full sensuous lips.

  The spots on my body where he touches me are warm and entrancing. My heart races and the sound of my blood rushes in my ears. A million thoughts skitter through my mind, yet I can’t find the words to deny him. No man has ever touched me, seduced me, fucked me, then ordered me to allow him to clean me up.

  I imagine if what he says is true, he prefers his lovers to follow his directions meekly, but hell will freeze over before I’ll be so compliant. “Real women with brains in their heads don’t follow timidly, two steps behind. This isn’t the year ten.”

  “Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t I follow behind you?”

  “You know what I mean.” Crud, he has a point but not one I am going to concede anytime soon—not when he wants me to be a docile sub.

  “X, it’s time you learned what I’m about and what I can offer you.” His fingers move to curl around my hip and he draws me back to him, angling his cheek so that his mouth ghosts my earlobe. “Your pleasure is mine! Let me inside you. I’ll take care of your every need. Your every desire will be my goal. This isn’t a game. There are strict rules and fucking around isn’t permitted. I lost my head with you. Twice. It won’t happen again.”

  “So if I don’t agree, then this is it?” My heartbeat trips at being up against him, so near the carved contours of his pecs pressing into my shoulders and his woody cologne envelopes me.

  “You can walk away. Right now. We can part. Absolutely. But is that what you want? I felt like shit the moment you walked away from me in that club. You think for a second, after we’ve fucked each other...that this time will be easier. I promise, if you walk—it’ll be for good. There are rules and I’ve broken enough. For both our sake
s, we have to be prepared to commit. A mutual contract.”

  My head snaps up. “We’re going to sign some paper?”

  “Yes. I have a contract that sets out what is permitted. It’s part of a fail-safe system in place.”

  “Why does this feel like the beginning in a very elaborate scheme?”

  He laughs like my question is farfetched. “Baby, this isn’t even the beginning.” I go to move but he stops me. “I’m not joking.”

  There goes his boundless confidence again, and it’s no wonder my imagination springs to life. Thoughts flare—more specifically questions about is this why he doesn’t get undressed? Then I mind hop to wondering what he looks like naked? What he intends on doing to me if I give him permission? I focus on his sculpted body...I want him naked and in bed. Crap, this isn’t what I should be thinking. If someone found out that this is what he’s about—we’ll make the headlines. We’ll be history. Sanity and safety demand we set the limits of our relationship right now. Stop stalling!

  “I don’t think we should fuck each other again. Bennett, your future could be compromised...by me.”

  Without warning he spins me around, tosses the towels to the bed, and lifts my chin until I’m staring up into his face, into his eyes. His pupils dilate and I’m captivated under his stare. Without thinking, my hands fall to his rock hard forearms that hold me, a willing prisoner. We’re so close and with him controlling my chin, I can’t look away. I’m caught in countless ways.

  “You realize that’s impossible.” His steely voice comes out low. Unquestioning.

  “You’re not good for me. How many times can I say it? I won’t ruin my career for sex.”

  “Do you honestly think I would?”

  The idea does seem ludicrous and if possible my face blushes hotter. “No. I don’t.”

  “Give me an opportunity to explain. Listen to me with an open mind. Christ, can you do that, Kennedy?”

  A voice inside me whispers this isn’t the way out of crazy town. He’s a man who gets what he wants and I’m giving him the means.