by Kathy Myme
“Like in your secret garden?”
“Exactly,” he says. “Just like the garden. It’s my job to maintain order. At all times.”
I wait for him to continue, folding my arms. I have no idea where this explanation is going, but I’m not sure I like the sound of it.
“My father wasn’t a good man, Veronica,” he tells me. “My childhood was… less than idyllic. I don’t talk about it much for the cameras. People assume that your family's mistakes are yours.”
“What happened to you, David?”
“Poverty happened,” he says, looking grim. “My father made mistakes. He enjoyed alcohol and gambling. He enjoyed them a little too much.”
“Was he an alcoholic?”
“Well, yes, but that wasn’t the extent of our problems,” he says. “The problem came when he wasted all our money betting. For years, even after he’d lost his job. My poor mother was beside herself. Some nights she didn’t eat so that I’d get something to eat.”
“That’s awful, David,” I say. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he tells me. “Just do better, if you ever have children. Don’t let them worry about whether they’ll have a roof over their heads.”
I’m silent. I can’t ever imagine this David - in his expensive suits with his lavish, lawyer’s lifestyle - to ever have suffered like that. To ever have experienced that kind of hardship.
“That’s why I need control, Veronica,” he pushes. “That’s why I need to maintain my authority at all times.”
“So you wanted to control me,” I reply, frowning. “You got mad because you couldn’t.”
It’s about what I’d expected. It’s obvious he’s a control freak. But I stand by my principles and the reason I left in the first place. I can’t live like that. I can’t play by his imaginary set of rules.
I suck in a deep breath. “David, I-”
“It’s not like that,” he insists. “Not quite. Yes, in part, I wanted… no, I want to control you. I want you to submit to my authority, as all things should do.”
“But?” I’m really hoping there’s a but.
“It’s not you that I got mad at, Veronica.”
“What?” I’m confused. If it’s not me that he’s angry at, then why run away like that after we slept together? Why brush me off like that the next day?
He breaks eye contact. “I’m mad… at myself.”
“I don’t understand.”
“If there’s one thing I pride myself on,” he says, “it’s maintaining my own self-control. At all times. I’ve always been good at it, whatever temptations come my way.”
I remember hearing something about that. When the press went to dig up dirt on David during his campaign, they found very little. All that wild stuff you’re supposed to do during your college years… David had done none of it.
He’d lived a clean, respectable life. At the time, some people wondered if that was because he’d always had his sights on the presidency. If he’d been training for it his whole life.
“That was,” David speaks, “until I met you.”
“Me?”
“You’ve made me lose control more times than I can count.” He paces the room in huge strides, like a caged tiger. “For one, kissing you that night in the restaurant…”
“You said that kiss was necessary for the cameras.”
“I lied.” He doesn’t look apologetic, only angry. “I just couldn’t control myself. I needed to kiss you. It was entirely selfish.”
He needed to kiss me… that badly? How am I meant to live with that kind of information? It’s been clear for a while that he finds me attractive. But to lose control like that…
“And?” I ask, pushing. “That time… the time after Trevor attacked me…?” I can’t bring myself to say the words.
“The time we slept together?” he finishes for me. “I was so filled with rage that night, Veronica. That boy had nearly… he’d nearly hurt you. And it was my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I tell him. “Trevor was crazy-”
“I should have predicted that you’d run,” he says, disagreeing. “I should have stopped you or followed you quicker. I could have made it so he’d never get his hands on you. But I failed.”
“And then?”
“And then I saw you again, back in your room. And you were looking… so beautiful, but I was so angry at myself. Somewhere along the way, something snapped in me. And I crossed a line.”
“You didn’t cross any line,” I say quietly. “I wanted it. I wanted to be with you like that.”
“I know,” he says softly. “I know you did. But the problem lies with me. Love is dangerous, Veronica. Especially to people like me. People who shouldn’t open themselves up to being vulnerable.”
I want to argue back, to push more. But my world stops and freezes entirely on one thing that David has just said. Or rather… one particular word.
“Love?” I say, my voice barely about a whisper.
“I’m falling in love with you, Veronica.” David grabs one of my hands in his own, bowing his head. “I’m falling in love with you and I have to stop myself.”
All of a sudden he takes his hand away from me, breaking touch. And then he rises to his feet.
“I’m sorry about all of this,” David says. “I had to come out here in order to explain myself. But I don’t think I can stay any longer.”
My heart drops. “What do you mean? You just said-” I gulp. “You just said you’re falling in love with me.”
“No, Veronica,” he replies. “I just said I can’t fall in love with you. I can’t allow it. So I’m ending things here.”
“Ending things?”
“I’m going back to DC,” he explains. “You don’t have to follow me. In fact, you shouldn’t.”
“Why?” I exclaim. “Stay here and talk to me, David.”
“I’ll talk to Andrews,” he says. “I’m sure we can sort something out with the Press Office. Explain that the pressure of the media has been too much for our relationship, that we’ve had to end things. It won’t look particularly good for my reputation, but we can minimize the damage if we start now.”
He looks at me, something clouding his eyes. He’s really about to leave. He’s about to end this - this shared thing we’ve both barely begun to acknowledge - for reasons I can barely understand.
I get to my feet. “No, David.”
He moves away, like I’m going to chain him up here to stop him leaving. “I can’t control myself around you.”
“Then don’t.” I reach out for him, running my hand down his arm.
He flinches as if my hands are knives. “Veronica-”
“David, you’re in control,” I tell him. “But if you let all these excuses get in your way… are you really the one with the power here?”
His mouth parts. “I…”
And then I do it. I pull him down by his tie, bringing his lips to mine.
Screw his rules. And screw self-control.
“You’re the President of the United States,” I say against his lips. “Take what you want.”
He’s still beneath me. For a second, I wonder if I’ve broken him. If I’ve fried the brain of the President.
And then in one swift motion, he pushes me down onto the bed and makes love to me.
His mouth is on my neck, his teeth nibbling at a spot that makes me moan at his slightest touch. David is an impressive multitasker. Before I know it, his hands are lifting up my shirt and pulling it over my head.
“You want me to lose control,” he pants, his body a weight on top of mine that pins me to the bed, “like this?”
“Just like this,” I agree, my voice breathy and high pitched.
There’s a soft click as he removes my bra, throwing it across the room. His hands are warm on my breasts, cupping them gently. I shiver as he runs a finger in circles around one of my nipples, the motion teasing.
“The number of times I’ve b
een tempted to break the rules because of your breasts alone,” he whispers, “is dangerous. So dangerous, Veronica.”
“Break them, then,” I order him. “Break every rule you have.”
He pushes my top half down flat on the bed, so that all I can see is the top of his head. His hands are doing something that I can’t see.
“David?” I ask, missing his touch.
“Trust me.” He undoes a button and slides off my trousers, revealing my panties. “Nice underwear.”
I can feel between my thighs that I’m already soaking wet for him. It’s a side effect of his presence that I’m used to at this point. I’ve been getting wet for him since the first time we bumped into each other.
With one hand, he pulls my panties off and discards them. I’m entirely naked before him. Entirely at his mercy.
“Do I have control now?” he asks, running a finger down my body.
“Yes, Mr President.” My reply is immediate. I don’t just want him to touch me. I need him to.
David gently parts my thighs and places his head between them. By the time I realize what he’s doing, it’s too late to stop him.
“David…” I say nervously. “I-”
Then he does something with his tongue that makes me let out a small scream.
“Quiet,” he reminds me. “Your father is downstairs. And probably still angry at me.”
I nod quickly, my hands reaching for his hair. “Please…”
“You like that?” he smirks, arrogance crossing his face.
“Just do it again,” I beg.
He does.
His tongue. His mouth. I have to bite the back of my hand not to start screaming again. Involuntarily, I feel my hips thrust as I try to get closer to him. I need more. I need-
“David, I’m going to- I’m going to-”
“Come for me,” he demands. “You will come for me.”
Obediently, my entire world explodes into shockwaves of pleasure. Something within me grows tighter, almost unbearably tight... and then in one unbelievable moment, there’s release.
Every muscle in my body relaxes as I lie on the bed, utterly breathless.
“Did you like that?” the President asks. “Did my good girl like that?”
“Yes, Mr President,” I reply, entirely spent.
There’s an unzipping noise. When I look up, craning my neck, David is undressed. And his cock is hard.
I take a moment to stare at it again. It really is almost impossibly big. To think that I had that inside of me, I think in wonder. The whole thing.
To think I might have it inside of me again.
“Are you ready for me, Veronica?” he asks. “Are you ready to take my cock?”
“Please give me your cock,” I moan, all need. All desire.
The tip of his cock teases my entrance. I feel the curve of him up against me, pushing lightly.
“You want it, Veronica?” he asks.
“Yes, Mr President.”
“What do you want?” He’s getting some sick pleasure out of this. Out of teasing me.
“Your cock.”
“Your cock, what?”
I gasp. “Your cock, Mr President.”
“Well,” he says, the corners of his lips twitching, “it is important to listen to the people’s demands I suppose.”
And then he thrusts forwards, filling me. Filling me until I’m sure I can’t take a single inch more.
David has to cover my mouth to stop my moans. I should be being more careful, especially considering my dad is only downstairs.
But I understand what David means now. When we make love like this, I lose control too.
The pace picks up. The rhythm of our bodies grows bolder, needier. I raise my legs even higher, wrapping them around David’s neck to let him get as deep as possible.
“Are you ready, Veronica?” he groans.
“Ready, Mr President?”
“To come for me.” His hands reach in between my legs and find that spot again. The spot that makes me scream.
“Yes, Mr P-” I stop, biting down. Hard.
The combined feeling of his cock filling me up and his hand rubbing my clit brings me over the edge faster than I’ve ever gone there before. I obey for him instantly, coming so hard it feels like my body is about to melt away.
“Now,” he murmurs against my neck, “are you ready for me?”
“Please,” I beg insistently, “please, Mr President, fill me with your come-”
I feel it when he does. David explodes inside of me, filling me deep with white-hot cum. He closes his eyes when he does so, grunting and thrusting until every last drop is spent.
“David…” I say, wrapping my legs around him even tighter. “Don’t… don’t…”
“I’m not going to go,” he reassures me. He picks me up, his hands around my waist, and transports both of us to a more comfortable position. “I’m going to stay with you.”
Naked and together, we’re curled up into each other. I can feel the beat of his heart. The way his chest moves when he breathes. It’s so comforting and so right.
“You broke the rules,” I whisper, teasing just a little.
David smirks, playing with a loose strand of my hair. “I suppose there are certain… benefits to losing control, aren’t there?”
David
I shake Mr Waters’ hand one last time.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to shaking the President’s hand,” he says before his voice quietens a little. “You look after my girl, Mr President.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply with a nod.
“Not sure I’ll ever get used to being called sir by the President either,” he says with a smile.
He then turns and hugs Veronica close, whispering something in her ear. She nods.
I look away. The smallest airport Airforce One could land at is still big, and there are a lot of people around. Luckily we managed to get driven directly to the hanger, but you never know when someone might be lurking around with a camera. I’d learnt that lesson a little too late.
After what seems like ten minutes, they let each other go.
“Let’s go,” she says to me, and I take her hand. “Are you sure it’s okay for us to take… that?”
She looks up at the plane in awe.
“Being the President has certain advantages,” I say. “Such as my own plane to take me wherever I need.”
We board, giving one final wave at the top of the stairs. I can’t help it, it’s practically a tradition when boarding Airforce One.
Once we’re inside, I lead Veronica back. “It’ll take a while for them to do their last checks and fire up the engines, so we have a bit of time.”
She sits down in one of the chairs and gives me a look. “What are you suggesting?”
“Just that the next seven hours or so will be the most privacy we get for some time,” I say with a shrug.
I can tell by her change of expression that she knows what I mean.
“Are… are you sure that’s okay to do here?” she says, looking around. “We’re on Airforce One.”
“I said, it is my plane,” I reply. “Which means I can do whatever I damn well please.”
I hear a soft gasp.
The roar of the engines starts up. It won’t be long now until we leave.
“Sit down and put your seatbelt on,” I say taking my seat. “I expect it will be at least half an hour before we’re ready for take-off.”
She pauses. “And what are we going to do for half an hour?”
“Well, you’re going to be a good girl for me and…” I can tell that’s getting the reaction I want by the way she’s squirming in her chair. “Think about how you’re going to please me.”
Her eyes shoot up at me. “Please you?”
“Oh yes.” I smile. “You’ll have to come up with quite a lot of ideas to fill in six hours.”
There is another soft gasp. I watch her breath quicken and her breasts begin to move faste
r with the breaths. “You mean...?”
“There is a bed in the back and I won’t be allowing you to leave it, Miss Waters,” I say, leaning in close. “Not until we land in Washington.”
She nods, her eyes wide. With one hand she unclasps her seatbelt, while the other reaches out to brush against my arm. “Perhaps then, we should-”
“Did I say you were allowed to take your seatbelt off?” I ask, sternly. She is going to behave if she wants to be rewarded. And I am going to make sure she is rewarded.
“No, but-” she begins.
“No what?” I ask, firmly pushing her hand down onto the armrest.
“No, sir.” I can see in her eyes that she needs me. She needs this.
“Then tell me, how are you going to please me?” I stare into her eyes as they dart up and down my body. She’s thinking hard, trying to figure out what I want her to say to make me take her. What I want is for her to submit again, to give herself entirely over to me.
“I… I want your cock,” she says slowly. “In my mouth. I want to taste you, to slide you in and out. I want to make you moan for me, beg for me.”
I feel a tightness in my pants as I begin to get hard. The thought of me in her mouth is a good start.
“And then?” I ask, watch as she slowly begins to grind her hips.
“Please,” she looks up at me with her eyes wide. “Fuck me.”
It takes every single ounce of strength I have not to jump her right there. That look... it is cheating. It is unfair. It should be downright illegal.
“Patience,” I say. Luckily, before I can continue, I feel the plane beginning to move. “It won’t be long now.”
It feels like an eternity before the plane finishes taxiing and begins to take off. As I’m pressed into my seat, I look to my side at Veronica. She is looking at me with her beautiful tawny brown eyes and there is nothing I want more in the world than her.
The second the seatbelt sign is off I stand up. “Follow me.”
I quickly make my way to the back of the plane where the bedroom is. I close the door behind Veronica.
“Get on your knees for me,” I say, undoing my belt. “Now.”
She does without hesitation. I hear her take a sharp breath in as I slide down my pants.