by Kathy Myme
“Please me.”
She nods and slides down my underwear, and she moans slightly as she sees me.
I feel her take me in one hand, before her warm wet mouth begins to tease the head of my cock. I can’t help but let out a moan.
Veronica seems to take the moan as permission. She slides her mouth down, taking all of me in. Slowly and tightly, he mouth slides up and down. Her moans only make me twitch harder, until I don’t think I can take any more.
“Stop,” I say. She leans back, panting slightly.
“Did I please you?” she asks, biting her lip slightly. She has to know what she’s doing to me, the way she works me up like that.
“Strip and get on the bed now.”
As Veronica hurries out of her clothes, I slide mine fully off.
“On the bed,” I say, grabbing my tie from the floor. Once she’s on the bed I take her hands and bind them together with the tie. ”You’re mine,” I say, looking her dead in the eyes. “Mine to use however I want.”
I can feel her shift under me. She likes that one.
I pull her arms up over her head and then run my hands down her body. Down her perky breasts, along the curves of her hips and waist, down to her thighs.
“Don’t move,” I tell her. “No matter what, you are not to move. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she replies quickly.
“Good girl.”
I gently move her head to the side and begin to kiss her neck. She moans for me again, louder. Slowly I begin to work my way down her body. Kissing her neck, then her collarbone and then down to her breasts.
She lets out a gasp as I brush a hand against her nipples. As I continue to kiss down her body, my hand softly plays with her breasts, caressing and touching.
Then I reach her clit. I lightly kiss it, barely touching it with my lips. She moans, and her hips shift slightly.
“I told you not to move,” I say, sitting up slightly.
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” she replies. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Then don’t make me,” I say, moving my mouth back down. Slowly, I begin to lick her clit. Gently at first, careful not to make too much direct contact. But as she moans for me, I speed up and apply more pressure.
“Beg,” I order between licks. “Beg for me to make you come.”
“Please,” she says. “Please - oh David, please.”
She can barely talk. I feel like the most powerful man in the world, in complete control of my woman’s pleasure. I will make her come for me exactly when I want to.
“Please, David…”
I push my mouth down harder and make her come for me. I can feel her twitch under me as she screams my name.
Her body then relaxes, falling back into the mattress.
I can’t wait any longer. I move up the bed and untie her arms. “It’s time for you to please me now.”
She nods at me, a look on her face like she can’t quite summon words at the moment. Good.
I lie down on the bed. “Be a good girl for me, make me fill you with my cum.”
That seems to bring her back to reality. She moves down and quickly puts me back in her mouth to wet me. Then she moves herself over me and carefully lowers herself down onto my cock.
I slide in with barely any resistance. She must be really wet for me and really need this. The now-familiar feeling of being inside her returns, and I know I won’t be able to resist for long.
Slowly, she begins to slide up and down on me. I look up, at her breasts slowly bouncing up and down. I reach my hand up and pull her head down. I kiss her hard, as she continues to ride me. We continue to kiss and moan, and I can feel myself getting harder inside her.
“I’m going to come inside you,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”
She looks at me, her eyes wild with desire. “Come in me, David please.”
I stare into her eyes as I feel the pleasure grow. I moan as I begin to explode deep inside her. She continues to ride, harder now, as if spurred on by the feeling of my hot cum filling her. I hear her moan in ecstasy as well, before she collapses next to me.
“You…” My brain is fuzzy, and I can barely think straight. “Are incredible.”
She puts an arm around me and we snuggle in close.
I hold her. Veronica, my… I don’t really know what to call her, but I do know for sure she is mine. I smile as I slowly drift off to sleep.
Veronica
The crowd that is waiting for us when we land back in DC takes me by surprise.
I mean… I know that the whole world has been watching David and I for some time now. My phone constantly buzz buzz buzzing and the never-ending threat of the paparazzi make that pretty clear.
But to see so many hundreds of people clapping and cheering as we get off the plane? Yeah, it’s surreal.
“What are they clapping for?” I whisper in David’s ear.
He flashes his award-winning smile, the kind that women around the nation sit at home and swoon over. But it’s not for me. It’s for the public.
“They’re clapping for us,” he explains softly.
We make our way down the ramp. There’s a black car waiting there to pick us up. I’ve gotten more used to the site of my own private transport than I might like to admit.
It feels pretty silly that anyone would be clapping for me, but with David by my side? I understand. It hasn’t been too long since I could have been in one of their places.
Not for the first time, I glance at the man beside me in awe. The person holding my hand right now… is David Shepard, President of the United States. The youngest ever president elected to office. A man that would take up pages and pages of all kinds of history books in the years to come.
One day, David Shepard will be talked about in legend. And here I am, walking beside him.
And not just walking beside him, I think with a blush. I’ve done plenty of other things with him too. Not too long ago, I became a member of the mile-high club with him…
The thought of it makes me go far redder than I would like. I hope there’s no photographers nearby or there’s going to be a suspiciously tomato-like First Lady pictured in tomorrow’s headlines.
When we make it back to the White House, it’s like I never left. I suppose it’s mostly because I’d only brought a few outfits with me when I was leaving, but there’s really nothing much to unpack.
“Miss Waters,” Jackson says, nodding his head as we draw closer.
“Jackson.” It’s good to see his face. But then… I remember the way we left things. “I’m sorry for getting in the way of your job like that.”
If Jackson is mad, he doesn’t show it at all. “It’s not a problem, Miss Waters.”
I shoot him a knowing look. “Really, though. I know it must have sucked. You can tell me.”
“It’s not a problem.”
“Jackson is a consummate professional, Veronica,” David says, giving the man a firm nod. “You probably won’t get anything more out of him.”
“I probably put him in a tough spot, though. When I left like that.”
“Probably,” David says dryly. “I’m sure his boss, the President, is terribly annoyed.” He raises an eyebrow. “Jackson is fine. I promise.”
We make our way to the entrance. The one that leads to my rooms.
“Did nobody wonder why I was gone?” I ask David as he helps me with my bag.
He really doesn’t have to, since at least six members of the Secret Service have offered to do it for him. But I can’t feel too put out about seeing his arms flex carrying the case…
“We really weren’t away for very long,” he explains, not breaking a sweat as we take the bags through the doors. “I tasked Andrews with coming up with a cover story. I believe the story is that you were meant to be visiting your father, and I thought it best to join you there.”
I wrinkle my brow. “Really? People will just accept that the First Lady flew to Cali all by
herself? Using public transport?”
“Veronica, you’re not exactly bred for the life of a First Lady,” David comments. “It’s believable.”
“And what does that mean?” My wrinkle turns into a full-fledged frown. Is he making a comment about my family's money? “Just because I’m not some lawyer like you doesn’t mean that I could never be a good first lady.”
“No, that’s not what I said. What I mean is that you’re not trained to diligently sit around all day waiting for my orders.” A small smile creeps up his face. “Much to my frustration.”
“And?”
“It’s not too much of a shock to anyone that you’d just catch a flight and go home. No other First Lady would try it, but you’re not just any First Lady.”
I mull it over. I guess it wasn’t an insult after all. “How have I ended up with that kind of reputation?”
“You’re spontaneous. A little bit wild. Look at everything that's happened… the scandal over the photographs, the announcement of our engagement… not forgetting a crazy ex-boyfriend attacking you. It’s why the people are so intrigued by you, I think.”
“They’re intrigued?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve received word that my popularity went up considerably overnight,” David says. “And that’s not usually the case when a President takes a holiday. People are usually far too busy complaining about the waste of taxpayer funds.”
I flash him a smile. I suppose I’m doing my job right. “You’re welcome.”
“I really am,” he says, smiling back. But then his smile drops. “I hate to do this so suddenly, but I’m going to have to run.”
“What? Why?”
“Duty calls,” David replies. “Our little trip has meant that I’ve missed far too much, I’m afraid. I have some meetings to attend.”
“Now? But it’s late, David.”
“The President is never really off-duty.”
I make a face. “This feels a bit too similar to another time you left suddenly.” The memories are still a bit raw.
But David strokes my face, running a thumb down my cheek. “Veronica… I will never do that to you. Never again. I was afraid of losing control, but I was a coward.”
“A coward?”
“I’m David Shepard,” he says, looking one hundred percent arrogant. “I can be President of the United States, preserve my reputation, and get to keep my woman. All the same time.”
There’s a lot to unpack there… but only one part of his words stand out to me.
“Your woman?” I say, half-laughing and half-deadly serious.
There’s no laughter on David’s face. “You are mine, Veronica. I think we made that perfectly clear back on Air Force One.”
Once again, the heat of the memory threatens to overpower my face. It really isn’t fair that David can do this to me. That he can make my insides melt with nothing but words and recent memories.
“You really have to go?” I ask again, my voice soft.
David pauses in the doorway. “I’ll be back tonight, Veronica. Just give a few hours. There really is some business I have to take care of.”
I nod. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I don’t think so,” he replies, very diplomatically. “Besides, you help me plenty.”
I can’t quite tell if that was a dirty joke or not. With David, you never really know.
Sleep comes remarkably easy that night. I slip under the covers of my huge bed. It feels weird to admit, but a part of me already feels more comfortable here than I did back home.
Although that’s maybe because of the crazy good mattress on this bed. The White House money sure does have its perks.
Sometime during the night, I stir to feel another body slide into bed beside mine. David. I curl up closer to his warmth.
“I told you I’d be back,” he says quietly, wrapping me up in his arms. He’s naked, I realize.
The next few days pass by far too quickly.
With David by my side, being First Lady isn’t all too bad. The lessons in etiquette and manners and style that used to bore me silly now feel different. Everything I’m learning… I’m learning for him.
If I can help my President, I will. And if the best way for me to help him is to sit through hours of boring morning lectures?
I’ll do it.
“You’re looking more and more perfect with every day, darling,” Rosalie says one lunchtime, looking me up and down. “Do you have a new skincare routine? A new plastic surgeon?”
I poke the side of my face. There’s nothing plastic there. “Um, no.”
She purses her lips in thought. “You’re clearly doing something different. You look radiant.”
“Thank you,” I reply. I’m really not sure what she’s talking about, but I’ll take the compliment.
Amber makes an undignified snort from beside us as if she’s just thought of a really funny joke. “Are you pregnant?”
I nearly spit out my water. “What?”
“Some women get a glow when they’re pregnant,” Amber says, smiling in a way that doesn’t look pleasant. “It would explain why you look so happy. And why you and David are rushing into this engagement.”
My stomach drops. Does she know something?
“We’ve known each other for years,” I say, trying not to let any emotion show on my face. “What’s it to you?”
“Sure, you’ve known each other for years,” she replies. “But I bet you couldn’t wait for him to propose to you. I bet you just loved the idea of tying down the President.”
“That’s not true.” I’m just glad she doesn’t actually know anything. She’s just trying to press my buttons. “David and I are happy together.”
“Are you really?” Amber almost snarls. She has a problem with me. A big problem. “That’s so crazy. I really did think that the President had…”
I freeze, daring her to continue. “Had?”
“Well, had a bit more class.” Amber laughs, but the sound is incredibly hollow. “Imagine the President of the United States being married to the daughter of a small business owner.”
There’s a long silence while I debate on whether to flip the table. Wow. Amber sure has brought her claws this morning. What, did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed?
“Well, anyway,” Rosalie says loudly, talking over us both in an attempt to cut the spat short. “You’re looking great, Veronica. Very chic.”
Amber narrows her eyes. She just won’t let go. “Has David bought you something big and shiny? I’ll bet that’s why you’re so perky.”
I don’t get what’s up with this girl. From day one, she’s had some kind of weird vendetta against me.
Well, I don’t have to take it. If she were in my shoes, Lacey would have slapped this woman by now.
But violence has never been my method of choice.
Instead, I smile curtly at her. “No, Amber. David doesn’t have to buy me ridiculously expensive jewelry to keep me around. We actually like each other.” I lean closer to her, inspecting her hand. “Oh? Is that a new ring you’re wearing?”
It’s subtle, but my words hit her like an arrow. Sniffing indignantly, she rises to her feet and storms away from our lunch table.
I grin, pleased with my victory. If anything, that’ll get her off my back for a while.
“Veronica, darling...” Rosalie looks awkward beside me. “I know Amber is difficult, but that was perhaps…”
“Perhaps?”
“Perhaps a bit uncalled for,” she finishes. “Amber is very sensitive about her marriage.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, maybe she shouldn’t try to poke holes in other people’s relationships then.”
I don’t feel particularly guilty about the affair. Even when David brings it up in bed that night, I can’t bring myself to regret it.
“Veronica, Amber’s husband is an important man,” David replies. “And her sister is a Senator. We want to stay in their good books.”
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p; “She certainly wasn’t trying to stay in my good books,” I reply, frowning. “She hasn’t liked me since we met.”
“She hasn’t?”
“No. She’s been rude. There’s nothing wrong with calling someone out for talking their mouth off.”
David sighs. “Not for ordinary people, Veronica. But we are not ordinary.” He pulls me closer. I love the sight of him without a shirt. “I’m the President. And you’re the First Lady.”
“So we should let people walk all over us?”
“We should be diplomatic in how we handle things.”
“I am diplomatic,” I protest.
“Amber stormed out of there, Veronica. And straight into the arms of her husband. He’s not pleased.”
I shake my head. “Well, maybe he should stick his wife in a manners class. She’s the one that needs it, not me.”
But David isn’t messing around. He’s entirely serious. “Please, Veronica. Listen to me.”
“It’s hard to listen to you when you look that good naked,” I tell him.
He laughs, but he doesn’t let it go. “For the sake of my reputation, Veronica… let it go. Apologize to Amber.”
I nearly roll out of bed in shock. “Apologize? To her?”
“It’s the easiest way to resolve this. And the best for our public image.”
I fold my arms. “There’s no way I’m saying sorry. She started it, David.”
“I know,” he says, “but this isn’t about that. This is about controlling the situation.”
“No,” I push back. “This is giving crazy Amber all the control. She already treats me like dirt.”
We lie on the mattress in silence for a moment. David can’t really want me to do this.
Eventually, he strokes my hair in a peace offering. “Veronica… please. For me.”
I really don’t understand. “You really think this is that important?”
“Letting drama like this grow only makes it spread,” he says. “And when it spreads… it goes out of control. That’s not something I care for.”
Again with the control. I thought that was something we were past when he came to visit me in Cali. I really thought that David had lost control because of me. That he’d maybe even decided to give it up.